Michael Clifford Imagines/Preferences

Christmas Crush

You and Michael waved goodbye to the guys as they boarded their plane. He couldn't get a ticket on the flight and wouldn't be able to head home until the day after Christmas. He was sad, but he was also fine because he still got to go home eventually. You both walked back to the car, and drove to your house. Michael smiled, "are you sure it's okay that I'm staying with you? I feel like a Christmas crasher." You laughed and pulled into the garage, "Michael, we don't mind you staying, the more the merrier. Now come on, we have to wrap the gifts for tomorrow."

The next day was Christmas Eve and you got up early to help your mom with all the last minute preparations. You baked, wrapped, and then around 3 o'clock you started getting ready. You put on a simple red dress and a pair of wedges with a black sweater. In the middle of fixing your hair and make-up, Michael walked up to you and smiled, "what do you think?" You glanced at him and he was in a matching red shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway, and a black pair of jeans. He did a quick spin, "Your mom bought me this shirt, she figured I didn't have any Christmas clothes with me. Question though, why are we getting ready so early if the party isn't until seven-thirty?" You grabbed a black binder from your vanity and started walking out the door, "Christmas caroling at the church at four-thirty, mass is at six, and then it's over, then we come home, grab all of the gifts, and head over to my grandma's house."

You got packed into the big car with your family and you all headed out to church. Michael walked in and looked around, "so, where do we sit?" You kissed your parents bye as they walked away in the crowd, and you gestured for Michael to follow you. The two of you walked over to a small section of the church that was sectioned off, there was a black piano, a drum set, a bass, microphones, and about four of your friends. You smiled, "We're actually singing in the choir, well, I am, you can if you want, or you can just sit here with me, but we could really use a male voice." You looked so hopeful that Michael couldn't say no. He ended up singing with the choir and couldn't help but notice how happy you looked to be there.

When the mass was over, you and Michael walked out to the car to find your family. You all drove home and then loaded the car with presents and food. You got to the house and right as you opened the door you were greeted by your entire family waving and smiling, "hi!" You walked around and hugged everyone while you said hello. Michael followed behind you and would look awkward as family members hugged him as if he was just another relative. After a few minutes of going around and greeting everyone, you sat down on the couch with Michael.

As you talked, your cousin, who was only a few years younger, walked up and plopped down next to you. She rested her head on your shoulder and giggled, "I'm staying up until midnight, I can feel it." You laughed and patted her head, "You said that last year kiddo." She held her head high and stuck her tongue out at you jokingly. You went back to talking to Michael, but you felt someone grab your finger. You looked down and saw your one year old cousin waiting for you to notice her. She held her arms up and opened and closed her hands, that meant she wanted you to pick her up. You helped her onto your lap, but she started getting fussy. Michael watched as you tried to calm her down, but she just kept squirming. At one point you looked at her and smiled, "Do you wanna do the spinny thing?" She immediately understood you and nodded. Michael looked at you curiously as you stood up and held her in your arms. You spun around as you held her and said excitedly, "Wheeeeeeee!" This went on for a few minutes as your cousin laughed and clapped.

After you put her down she toddled off to go see if someone else would pick her up. When your aunt announced that dinner was ready, you walked over to the kitchen with Michael. You grabbed plates and started handing them out to everybody instead of getting food for yourself. Michael noticed and started handing out forks and napkins. Once everyone had served themselves you told Michael to serve himself and that you'd be back in a minute. You walked around offering everyone a bread roll and a drink. When you came back Michael raised an eyebrow, "why didn't you just serve yourself first?" You shrugged and grinned, "Everyone decorated and cooked, the least I can do is stick my hand in a cold ice chest to grab sodas." You both sat down at a table and ate.