5SOS One-Shots and Preferences

Michael: He Cheats

You was texting her boyfriend of 3 years and on Twitter when something caught her eye. You furrowed her brow in confusion before clicking on the link. It was a picture of Michael walking out of the club, his arm wrapped around another girl, making you tear up.

Y/N: was she a good fuck?

You texted him.

Michael: What are you talking about Y/N?

You sent him the link, leaving it be until you received a FaceTime request from him, which you quickly denied.

Michael: Goddamn it, answer the phone!

He texted then recalling. You denied it once again.

Michael: this is the last time I'm trying Y/N.

He called once more, you finally giving in. His face filled the screen, looking pissed.

"Was she a good fuck Michael? Huh?" You yelled at her boyfriend.

Michael ran his hand over his face, knowing 1) you was hurt and pissed and 2) his bandmates was in the room and they heard everything.

You had a special bond with all the guys. Knowing them, they was probably planning out ways to kill Michael, but they kept quiet, shocking you and Michael. Well not so much Michael. He knew they knew he had cheated on you, but didn't say a word.

"You fucking prick." You muttered, shaking your head and clicking your tongue.

He tried to say something but you quickly ended the call, feeling tears coming down your face.

You didn't know what he wanted more. You was that girlfriend he wanted, the kind that will have heated make out sessions, plays video games with him (even though that's your secret way of releasing stress), etc.

There was nothing more you could have done to be better to him.

Hell, you even gave him a fucking blowie at a premier in the bathroom stall.

Just to please him.

Y/N: I think we need a break Michael.

You messaged him, breaking down into tears.
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Michael received the text, reading it over and over before he teared up, throwing his phone at the wall, smashing it into pieces. The other boys looked at him, curious on why he reacted like that.

"She broke up with me! She fucking broke up with me!" He yelled, tugging at his red hair. He ran his hands over his face, smearing the tears on his face. He looked up, seeing Luke looking at him with a worried expression.

"It'll be okay Mike." He patted his shoulder, making him cringe at the nickname, the nickname Y/N had given him when they first became friends in primary school.

He got up and started pacing around the dressing room the boys was in. Michael picked up a vase that was sitting on the table and smashed it on the ground, making Ashton and Calum jump and look up from their phones, where they was texting Y/N in a group chat that involved the three.

Michael walked out of the dressing room, slamming the door behind him, muttering a string profanities.

He wiped the tears before giving himself a pep talk.

"Fuck her. I'm gonna go out there a play a killer show. I'm Michael Clifford. I'm a bomb ass guitarist. I'm not going to sit here and cry over a girl." He muttered, but knowing deep down in his heart, she just wasn't any girl.

She was the girl he gave his virginity to.

The girl we wanted to marry.

The one he wanted children with.

The one he wanted to have fights with, that made him tighten all the jars in the house so she'd have to ask him to open them.

She wasn't any girl. She was his girl, and that had been destroyed, because of one mistake.

One stupid fucking mistake.