It was a normal Saturday afternoon, you had just woken up and as usual, your "morning" routine wasn't complete without pulling out your phone and scrolling through your fan account on instagram. You couldn't help but smile as you saw that you had gained three new followers. You quickly followed them all back, bc they were fan accounts as well, and it was the polite thing to do considering three actual people with arms and legs and the same soft spot for all of your favorite band members.
You really loved instagram, you loved how you could get so connected to people you barely even knew just because you all loved one band. That band was of course, 5 seconds of summer. You hadn't exactly been there from the start, but then again Ashton hadn't even been there from the start and he was the drummer.
You were just about to comment on an adorable pic of Michael, when someone DM'd you. You recognized the user as one of the new followers. You looked, it was a picture of the whole band with a caption:
@AreWePunkYet: "Hi, just wanted to say thanks for the follow back and I love your account btw."
You smiled and quickly typed out a reply,
@Y/I/N: "Awww thanks! You just made my day :)"
You clicked on the profile and it led you too their page. You laughed at their bio. "5sos, aka we tried to be punk but then Ashton came along with his ponies and girl giggles."
You then began to scroll through their pictures, laughing and smiling at captions every now and again, liking pictures. This person was a huge fan, possibly a bigger fan than you. Not to mention, they had tons of pics of the boys that you hadn't even knew existed.
You went back to the DM to find out that they had replied.
@AreWePunkYet: "I'm glad I could :)"
@Y/I/N: "Aww you're too sweet, and guess what."
@AreWePunkYet: "What?"
@Y/I/N: "I may be in love with your account too."
And that was how it all started. You found yourself talking to them a lot more often. Finding time for them was a thing that you always did. You two shared stories, laughed, talked about each other's days and even gave each other advice. It wasn't unusual for you to make friends with your followers like this, you'd talk, then after a while it'd die down and you'd move on carrying with you a soft spot for that person always. But it was different with this account, it didn't fall out after a few days, or weeks. No, months went by and you were still talking to this person. By now you had exchanged kik and you had figured out a while before that, that this person was a 5sos fanboy. He claimed his name was Jordan, and that he loved their music. While you were talking, the topic of snapchat came up.
Jordan: So yeah, I have snapchat you should snap me: arewepunkyet
Y/N: yeah totally. Hold on one minute.
You snapped him a picture of your ceiling and put "This is my snapchat"
You two continued snapping after that, you never found it suspicious that he never sent selfies or anything like that, because you rarely did that yourself.
You were just normally chatting, like you had been doing for the past eight months, when he said something that stunned you,
Jordan: I'm not who you think I am.
You gave a puzzled look to your phone and quickly typed back.
Y/N: What do you mean?
Jordan: I'm not Jordan.
You couldn't believe what you were reading, you had to admit some part of it made you extremely sad, but mostly angry and confused.
Y/N: What do you mean?
Y/N: You're not Jordan?
Y/N: Who are you then?
No reply from "Jordan". You only got a snap. It was from "Jordan" reluctantly, you opened it.
Your jaw dropped and you almost fell over, because there on the screen was finally a selfie of "Jordan." Except he wasn't Jordan, he was Michael.
Yes, the Michael Clifford of the band that you Had fangirled over for so long, the band that you knew so well, the band whose songs you memorized, awards you voted for, and dedicated your life to.
The band that saved your life.
Despite the rapid increases in your heart rate, and burning in your cheeks, you kiked him.
Y/N: I don't believe you.
There was an instant reply,
Jordan: Oh really? Skype me then: AreWePunkYet233
Reluctantly, you typed,
Y/N: fine.
You Skype called him, and after waiting for a good five minutes, a face finally showed. You fell out of your seat. Because there he sat, colored hair and all, grinning at you.
Michael Clifford
You blushed remembering all the times you fangirled about him, to him. "Hi," you muttered, trying your best to hide the fact that you were probably redder than a tomato. He just smirked, "Hey."
And that's how it all started, you two talked for the longest time that day, and afterwards you still kept in touch. And when you found out he was coming to your state, you set up a place to meet. He brought flowers, you fell hard and that's what led you to wear you are now, lying next to him, Sun drifting through the window onto both of you as he snores softly. It won't be long before you two must go your separate ways for the day, only to be joined in an altar at the end of the day.
His eyes flutter open, "good morning soon to be Mrs. Clifford." He mumbles, a sleepy grin spreading his face. You laugh, "Morning Mikey." He kisses you and turns to look at the clock behind him, "We'll be late if we don't get up soon." You smile, "I don't mind." "That's surprising." "I'll go get the coffee started." He nods, closing his eyes and digging his face deeper into the pillow. "Don't you fall back asleep," you warn. "I won't." He mumbles half heartedly more to the pillow than you, and with that, you walk to the kitchen, ready to start the first day, of many firsts to come....
