Michael Clifford Imagines

To the Moon and Back (Part 2)

The response for To the Moon and Back was absolutely amazing. It was just something simple that I wrote in an afternoon, and I couldn't believe how much everyone liked it. After I wrote it, someone, I forget who, maybe an anon, requested a part 2. This was something that I thought of. So, here you go. Let me know what you think. I really appreciate this, you guys. I love you. To the moon and back. :) -Kaeley

"Okay here's the next present." Michael said, returning from the living room. The both of you had just gotten back from your honeymoon the day before and were greeted by piled of boxes in the living room of your apartment. All afternoon the both of you had been making a list of all the wedding gifts you'd gotten from various guests, and random celebrities. So far you had listed all the gifts from the boys and their families, All Time Low, Taylor Swift, Shazam Top 20, Capitol Records, and a few the fans had sent. But there was still a monstrous pile to add to the list. "How many more are in the living room."

"Let's just say we're going to need a lot of thank you notes."

"We should have stayed in Hawaii for a few more weeks." You groaned. "That would have been much more fun that making this massive list.

"We did have a lot of fun in Hawaii, didn't we." He added, flashing you a cheeky smile.

"Michael!" You slapped his arm playfully.

"You know we did." He wrapped his arms around your from behind, pressing a kiss right behind your ear.

"There's time for that later. Come on. We have a list to make."

...

After Michael had responded, @Michael5SOS: ... To the moon and back, it didn't take you long to dial his number. The phone had barely rung once before you could hear his voice on the line. The two of you talked on and on for hours. Your conversation obviously began with you trying to apologize for being stupid and giving up. But, he only returned it by saying he shouldn't have let you leave.

Once the two of you moved passed apologies, you began catching each other up on what you'd both been doing over the years. The conversation flowed effortlessly, just as it always had. It was just as if you had talked to him yesterday. Nothing had changed even if you had been apart for so long. He made you laugh, and smile with just the sound of his voice. But, the laughter subsided when you too said what was really on your minds. Missing each other.

...

"I need to see you. Are you busy this weekend? If so, please cancel your plans." You're conversation instantly became serious. He let out a breath that he seemed to be holding in. You guessed he'd been waiting to bring it up the entire time you had been talking.

"I have a few vacation days saved up."

"Call your boss, pack and bag, and I'll get you on the next flight to London. I'll text you in a few minutes to let you know what time your flight is tonight."

"Tonight?"

"I know it's soon, but I've waited three years to see you again. I don't want to wait any longer. Please." You could hear the strain in his voice, as if he was begging you to come. You needed to see him just as much as he needed to see you.

"I'll be waiting for your text." You responded immediately, not even questioning it. He was right, three years was long enough.

...

Michael had sneaked away from his hotel with the boys to pick you up when you landed in London. As much as he loved seeing fans, he didn't want to be delayed seeing you an more than he already had. When he finally saw you, he froze. You had been standing under the sign at baggage claim, just as he had told you to do so. You're hair was up in a messy ponytail, while you wore one of Michael's old sweatshirts that you had kept over the years. Since it was so big on you, the sleeves stretched down to cover your palms. You cuddled up in it, rubbing your arm nervously. What if he sees me and changes his mind? He definitely hadn't. Michael pinched himself making sure he wasn't dreaming through the whole thing. After all this time you were right there. Less than fifty feet away from him. He couldn't believe it.