Michael Clifford Imagines/Preferences

There's No Good Title for This

You were in high school and you sat online scrolling though a weird dating website that everyone was on, you didn't think you were actually going to meet anybody, but it was fun to imagine that you would. You scrolled past a boy named Michael, he had longish hair, his fringe was great, and he looked kind of cute, he was pretty far, but what the hell, he seemed cool. You decided to scroll back over to his picture and click on him. You weren't expecting him to click on you too, so you just moved on to the next person. You spent the next hour just looking through different profiles, a few caught your eye, but nobody super amazing. It was pretty late when this all happened, so you went to bed.

When you woke up the next morning you had a friend request from him, which you immediately accepted.

Michael: hey

You: hey

Michael: How're you?

You: I'm great, you?

This conversation went on for days, and then he decided to give you his number. Over the next month, you two became great friends. It was at the point where you were pretty much dating, but neither of you said it. You were hoping it wasn't too good to be true, especially since you already liked him so much. One day, you logged back onto that weird dating site to see if any of your friends had met anybody, when you saw that Michael was flirting with another girl on his profile. You didn't want to confront him right away, after all, neither of you said you were exclusive.

When Michael texted you later, you brought it up to him as casually as possible, but he could tell that you were upset. He explained that she was just a friend, but you, wanting to be sure, decided to ask the girl if Michael was her boyfriend. She quickly responded yes and you felt your heart break. Why hadn't he told you he was seeing someone else? You texted him and questioned him about the subject, but he insisted that she was lying. After a long discussion, you somewhat believed that she was lying just because she wasn't sure who you were. You were still pretty skeptical about it though, and Michael knew that. The next morning he sent you a message as soon as he woke up.

Michael: Good morning sunshine! The earth says hello!

You: That is so dorky and cute

Michael: me or the message?

You: is both an answer?

Michael: yes, definitely.

After that fight, it was all smooth sailing. You talked about meeting in person, but he insisted that he come to you. This is where you started to believe maybe he was catfish, but then again, he had sent you so many pictures of himself that you had to believe he was real. You ended up needing surgery at one point, and the morning you went in, you made sure to text him. He said that he wanted you to text him as soon as you could. After your surgery you woke up and talked to your family, but once they left for a little while, you grabbed your phone from the table. You texted him right away.

You: I'm alive holy shit

Michael: How are you feeling?

You: in pain.

Michael: smileeeee

You: How can I smile? I'm in pain

Michael: come on boo, just smile, please?

You: okay okay I'm smiling

And you really did smile, because it was nice to know that Michael cared about you. Even if he wasn't next to you, he was always there for you when you needed him. After that day, he made sure to text you as often as he could so that you would have company while you recovered. He actually texted you pretty much everyday, he couldn't think of a better way to spend his time. You two sent each other Christmas presents, you sent him a pair of Vans he had wanted, and he sent you a jacket you had wanted. The day after Christmas he suggested that the two of you video chat for the first time. You had both sent each other videos of each other saying hi before, but that was really it.