5SOS Imagines/Preferences

Michael

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"Ugh could you just fuck off?" Michael glared at you as he saw you on the seat he was previously in, flipping you off as the other guys sighed at both of your immaturity. Your brother, Luke, had surprised you with a ticket to fly to Europe, so you could join them on tour for a two months. Calum rolled his eyes, pulling Michael by his shirt so he'd fall down onto the couch that he was currently sitting on.

"Mike mate, chillax, just sit with me." Michael pouted childishly as he attempted to make himself comfortable on the burgundy couch, you could practically feel his eyes burning into your skull at the moment.

"Yeah well she took my chair!" You rolled your eyes, clicking your tongue.

"Oh I'm sorry your highness, but where on this chair states 'Property of Douche King, Michael Fucking Clifford'?" He looked as if he was ready to pounce on you, and you were too. The boys pulled you two back as Michael actually attempted to come over and yell in your face, obscenities flying across the room in a heated argument. The bus driver in the front looked back several times as if afraid an actual fight might break out, pulling over on the side of the road as he came to the back to settle the argument.

 "Listen! Listen! Kids, honestly, just learn to get along. Unless you want me to accidentally crash into a tree, I suggest you shut up." Paul, the bus driver, was getting quite tired of all your arguments. From times ranging from 1 am at night, which he would rather be sleeping, to 11 pm at night, your profanities could be heard throughout the bus as you screamed at Michael. You stared at him, trying to find something that you hated about him to focus on. But the fact was, you couldn't. As hard as you'd try, you couldn't actually find a physical flaw about him that you found displeasing. So for now, you just hated him for his perfection.

You were pacing back and forth, the boys had locked you into a room in the back of the bus so you and Michael would not be in, as they put it, 'screaming range' of each other. Luckily there was at least some food in here, or else you would have starved to death.

 "Lukey! Luke let me out of here!" You yelled for your brother for hours, sometimes for Ashton or Calum. After a couple of hours, you were let out.

 "Okay, so, we've come to a decision." Apparently they had locked Michael into the tiny cupboard in the front of the bus, making you giggle at how little space he must have had. You and Michael were sat on Luke's bed, trying to distance yourselves as far away from each other as possible.

"So, we have decided to," While you were looking at Luke, you hadn't noticed how Ashton and Calum had snuck up behind Michael and you, handcuffing you two together.

 "Hey woah what?" You and Michael tugged at the handcuffs, trying to get away from each other. "This is ridiculous." Michael nodded, rolling his eyes.

"That's a given. Who'd want to be stuck with you?" You were ready to start another screaming match with him but you calmed yourself down, before directing your anger towards the other boys.

 "Which one of you imbeciles came up with this idea?!" Ashton and Calum stepped away from Luke, seemingly terrified of your reaction at this point.

"Look, Y/N, you and Michael need to learn to get along if you're going to be on this tour any longer. It's kinda difficult to sleep when there is simultaneous shrieking happening literally five feet away from you." You rolled your eyes, getting up to kick Luke in the groin but ending up pulling Michael with you.

"Ow ow ow! Watch it idiot!" Luke, Calum and Ashton had fled the bus, you guys being parked in Saint Moritz for the day off, guess you were spending it with Michael.

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It's been two hours. It's only been filled with an awkward silence and the soft munching of the chips you two were currently eating.

"I'm bored." Michael announced out of nowhere.

"Well, what am I supposed to do about it?" He turned to you, shrugging his shoulders.

"How about we play a game? The boys are never going to let us free unless we 'get along'. If we don't I might end up having to play guitar with you on my wrist." You nodded in response to his proposition, having known the boys for years, you were aware of their, peculiar, personalities.

"Okay, wanna play, 21 questions or something?" You shrugged, gesturing towards him in order to say that he should start.

"Okay, I'll go first. Why do you hate me?" You were shocked by how straight forward he was, thinking about the question for a while. You had no actual answer for the question. When Luke first met Michael, his dislike towards him was strong. You, being the young child you were, followed in the footsteps of your idol, your elder brother, and learnt to dislike him as well. You had developed a small crush towards Michael during the years of your puberty stage, seeing him with multiple girlfriends during that time did not help your state of doubt towards him, in fact causing your dislike towards him to increase by a ton.

 "Hello? Do you have an answer?" You blushed at the memories of your younger days, guessing that your crush towards him never went away. Your only way of obtaining Michael's attention was to aggravate him, and I guess it stuck on.

 "Okay, if I tell you, promise not to make fun of me?" He nodded, raising his left eyebrow at your request.

 "I guess, Ikindalikeyou." You mumbled as you looked down at your shirt, playing with the hem of it with your left hand. Your trapped hand was suddenly intertwined with Michael's, his right hand reaching over to lift your face up.

 "Well guess what, I like you too."

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