5SOS Imagines and Preferences

Long way home (Michael)

The crackling fire became quieter in the distance with each step they took away from the group, walking hand-in-hand as their feet sunk into the warm sand beneath them. Michael's lips were curved into a content smile, his body filled with a tingly feeling he couldn't quite place. They didn't speak, just walked in a comfortable silence towards his car parked a few feet away. Y/N's arm was starting to ache from holding up the collapsable chair for so long, but she didn't mind it as much.

As they got closer to Michael's car, he let go of Y/N's hand and fished around in his pocket for his keys, popping open the trunk and setting down his chair. Y/N put hers on top of his, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as the weight left her body. The trunk closed after, but neither of them made an attempt to move.

"I love you," Michael suddenly whispered, the smile already plastered on his face stretching from ear to ear. His gaze lifted over to Y/N, his cheeks burning with a faint pink blush. "I really, really love you."

Y/N grinned, reaching out and grasping Michael's hand in hers. "I love you, too, Mikey," she muttered, pulling him closer by his hand before capturing his lips softly with hers. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her heart aching with the best kind of pain. She felt alive. She felt loved.

Michael's hand rested on her hip, bringing her closer into his chest as he leaned against the trunk of his car for support. His lips bumped against hers, unable to kiss her properly from the dopey grin on his face. A chuckle of disbelief escaped his lips as he kissed her again, a satisfied hum rumbling in his throat.

When their lips parted, Michael opened his eyes and brought his hand to Y/N's cheek, gently grazing her smooth skin with the calloused pad of his thumb. His teeth sunk into his lower lip to suppress his smile, his eyes scanning every inch of the angel before him. She looked absolutely stunning, his hoodie draped over her body with her hair messy from the ocean's salty waves. It almost felt unreal, and Michael wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming everything. This was his reality.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" He murmured, forehead resting against hers.

Y/N nodded, pressing her lips to Michael's in a chaste kiss before escaping his grip, the two parting ways and getting inside the car. Michael stuck the keys in the ignition, the engine humming to life with the switch of his key. As soon as the car turned on, Y/N hooked her phone up to the radio and started playing Green Day, causing a smirk to pull on Michael's lips.

"This is why I love you," he sighed, reaching his hand over the center console and lacing his fingers with hers. His head bobbed to the music flowing through the speakers as he backed out of the parking lot, navigating his way towards the intersection. It was at that moment where he was faced with a decision.

I have an hour and a half until Y/N's curfew. If I turn right, I'll get her home in half an hour. If I turn left, I can get some more time driving around with her and still get her home before she's in trouble. Michael turned left, causing Y/N to furrow her eyebrows with confusion.

"Where are we going?" She asked, the car driving along the breathtaking coastline.

"For a little cruise," Michael responded, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "There's somewhere I wanna take you before I gotta take you home."

They drove down the coast with the windows down, singing loudly and only slightly off-key to the punk music booming through the speakers as Michael turned random corners, following the signs that lead him to the scenic lookout. Everything was perfect. The air was pleasantly warm, the city far enough in the distance to leave the stars untouched in the sky.

Michael took the car up a hill, parking it at the lookout and switching off the headlights. He glanced over at Y/N, who only rolled her eyes.

"You're so cheesy," she groaned teasingly, giving him a smirk. "A scenic lookout? Really?"

"Shut up, it's gorgeous," Michael chuckled, turning the car off completely. They sat in silence, eyes fixed on each other. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to hers and squeezing her hand tightly. "You're even prettier," he muttered between kisses, his breathing getting heavier.

Y/N ended up squeezing into the driver's seat, sitting on Michael's lap with her hands tangled in his fluffy hair. Their lips worked slowly yet feverishly together, their breathing coming out in silent gasps whenever their lips parted. Michael's hands would roam her body, gripping her bum cheekily or grasping her hips tightly as he bit down on her bottom lip. Y/N would occasionally bump against the steering wheel, hitting the horn abruptly and earning giggles from both of them.

Time was ticking by, and as much as Michael wanted to stay with Y/N on top of him with her sugar-sweet breath against his lips, her had to take her home.

The car drove back down the coast, their hands tangled tightly together as Michael drove in the direction of Y/N's house. Thankfully, the traffic lights didn't want her to get home so soon. He found himself hitting every red light, using the opportunity to lean over the center console and press another kiss to his girlfriend's lips. There were no cars behind them, so he took things slow. There was no rush- until a car did end up behind them at one of the stop signs, honking angrily until Michael stopped kissing Y/N.

Ten minutes to curfew, Michael rolled up to Y/N's house, switching the car off again and climbing out of his seat to open her door for her.

"I had a really good night," Y/N grinned, standing on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around Michael's neck. Michael hugged her close, inhaling the comforting scent of her perfume that always made him feel at peace.

"Text me and let me know you got in okay," He murmured against her neck, placing gentle kisses against the sensitive skin. Her house was just feet away and she had a key, but he felt obligated to say it. "I love you."

Y/N released him from her grip, kissing him sleepily with a satisfied hum before grabbing her keys from her pocket. "Love you, Mikey," she mumbled, pressing one last chaste kiss against his lips before heading up the driveway.

Michael watched her enter her house, a loving smile curved up on his lips as she walked away."Everything is alright," he whispered to himself, nodding slightly. His smile grew to a grin as he walked back to his side of the car, pumping his fist victoriously into the air. Everything is alright.