5sos Preferences And Imagines

#18.4 Stressful School Days (Michael)

You stayed after school with Michael to keep him company while he, Calum, Luke, and Ashton practiced their music in the band room. You needed to get the rest of your schoolwork done, so you couldn't mess around with them today. Michael seemed most upset by this, and, aside from the homework, he knew you were also quiet from stress and the closely following depression.

You packed up your stuff and left the room as the boys were putting up their instruments, and you thought you had gotten away from them. You were stopped, however by a tall, lanky nerd. His red hair was messy and sweaty from practice, and his green eyes were full of concern.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked. You shook your head, holding off the tears. He was obviously not convinced. "Something's wrong. Come to my place; I wanna help you relax." He led you to his car, and he drove you to his house, texting Calum to drive your car back to Mike's place for you. You sat quietly in his passenger seat, but he knew better than to try to start a conversation. He knew from experience that it would end without a reply from you, and you would probably be a little annoyed by it.

He opened doors for you, leading you to the comfortable couch with a hand on your shoulder. You sat down, and he sat beside you. "Spill it," Michael turned to face you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times, giving up and crying into your hands. Michael gasped a little, and he pulled you onto his lap. He stroked your back, and you silently thanked him for somehow knowing how to make you feel better every time you cry.

You took deep breaths, calming down in a few minutes, and he looked at you with wild concern. "If you don't want to talk about-"

"No, I need to," you sighed. So, you 'spilled it'. How your parents are fighting and kicked you out, your grades not being how you want them to be, the ridiculous homework stacks, and how you broke up with your boyfriend recently after finding him making out with another girl last week. Michael was silent the while time, nodding and hugging you when you were choked by the countless tears running down your face.

"(Y/n), I have no idea what to do about that but say you are smart, beautiful, and don't need to be going through any of this. Did you say your parents kicked you out? Where are you staying?" He inquired softly after he was sure you were done.

"There's a nice old lady helping me pay for a hotel room that I've been staying at for a few days."

"Well, this is a big question, but how would you like to move in with me and Calum?" Michael asked you hopefully.

You were stunned for a while. "What? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I got my place from my parents, who really wanted to get rid of me, and Calum moved in with me a few months ago. We both have a small job at Target, and we have been paying for everything with that," he shrugged. "We can afford one more person, and it looks like you really need help."

"I would love to, and I could help, too. I got accepted for a job at Target yesterday, and I start next Tuesday."

"What? That's great!" Michael smiled at you. "We can share shifts and prank people and-"

"Get fired?" I joked, causing him to laugh.

"When you you want to move in? Tonight? Tomorrow?" Michael asked excitedly.

"How about tonight? It's Friday, so I can sleep in tomorrow."

"Sleepover!" Michael screeched, hugging you tightly.

You felt better already, and you didn't hesitate to skip out the door to go to get your stuff packed to bring to your new home.

For Michael, he wasn't entirely happy. Don't get me wrong, he was really ecstatic about you moving in with him, but now he had to wait even longer to confess his feelings toward you.