5SOS Imagines and Preferences

Home at last (Michael)

"You're home!" Y/N exclaimed, smiling warmly as she saw Michael walking down the pathway to their front door. "I'm home," Michael mumbled in response, instantly dropping his bags so he could wrap his arms around Y/N. It felt so amazing to hold her again, to smell her sweet vanilla perfume and feel the warmth of her embrace.

"I missed you, Mike," she whispered, her arms wrapped tightly around Michael's neck as he slowly rocked her from side to side. His stubble tickled her neck and he smelled like airplane, but she still held close to him. "I missed you more," Michael shot back sleepily, letting go of his best friend to pick up his bags again and walk into their shared house.

"I'm gonna go to sleep, okay?" Michael informed, trudging forward a few feet before dropping his bags at the bottom of the stairs. Y/N nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then smacked his ass as he headed up the stairs. "You're such a freak," Michael chuckled, Y/N retaliating with a cheeky grin.

While Michael slept, Y/N went to the grocery store to pick up some of Michael's favorite snacks along with some essentials needed in the house. As she headed to the checkout, she decided to grab a few boxes of tissues- Michael tends to cry a lot on the first night home, because it's the first night in months where he can vent all he needs to, to somebody who would actually listen.

When Y/N got home, she found Michael curled up on their couch, wearing baggy gray sweats and a loose black tee. "Hey, Mike," she giggled softly, silently closing the door with her foot. Michael stirred a little before his eyes fluttered open, revealing the previous emerald eyes that Y/N loved.

"I was waiting for you but I fell asleep," Michael explained, getting up from the couch and stretching his stuff limbs. "I can't fall asleep without you."

Y/N set the bags on their kitchen counter and Michael helped her load them away before he dragged her upstairs to their bedroom. "I missed this so much," Michael whined as they both flopped on the bed, sliding under the warm duvet.

"Missed what?" Y/N asked, scooting closer to Michael and wrapping her arms around his torso. She knew he loved being the little spoon, even though he was much taller than she was. "This," Michael chuckled back, loving the warmth of her body against his. His eyes slowly closed, but he didn't fall asleep.

"Was tour nice?" Y/N asked, pressing gentle kisses against the top of Michael's fluffy blonde head. He made an eh sound, making Y/N furrow her eyebrows. "Why eh?" She pressed.

"Tour drains me," Michael answered, voice scratchy and soft. "I love performing and meeting fans, and I absolutely love what I do, but I hate being in the spotlight all the time. Paparazzi everywhere. Fans everywhere. I like being alone. It's better being alone with you, though."

Y/N grinned and snuggled close to her best friend. "I like being alone with you, too, Mikey." She loved when Michael came home. He shut off his cellphone and hid it away, then was able to enjoy life with his best friend and catch up on all the sleep he lost. It was amazing to not worry about social media and the real world outside of their four walls.

"Hey, Y/N?" Michael croaked, shifting his head slightly so he could peer back at Y/N. His eyes were glassy.

"Yeah?" Y/N hummed, looking up at Michael.

"I love you," he murmured, rolling over so he could face her. "Thanks for being my best friend. You mean so much to me, I don't know what I would do without you. I probably wouldn't be alive, to be honest. You're my rock."

Y/N blushed slightly and leaned in, softly kissing Michael's warm forehead. "I love you, Mikey. Get some sleep. You're home now."