5 Seconds Of Summer (5SOS) Imagines & One Shots

Biggest Regret (Michael Clifford)

Edited: 19.06.19

Staring at the dark ceiling in your small flat, you wonder how you got here. It's the third time you've got up for Lilly, she's such a verbal baby. You can hear her grumbling through the baby monitor. Jeez, why can't she just sleep?!

You roll out of your side of the bed, sighing. When you told Michael that you were pregnant,  he'd said he'd look after her with you. She was going to be 'a shared responsibility' but he wasn't here now, and you were looking after Lilly on your own.

You push open the door to the tiny room that you made her nursery and scoop Lilly up from her crib. She gurgles and you feed her, humming and rocking her, hoping she'll go to sleep for longer than 2 hours. Doing this on your own is hard, but your mom wasn't exactly supportive when you decided to have Lilly aged 19. Abortion wasn't an option so here you are, living in a tiny rented flat in the back of someone's garden with a two month old grumpy baby. 

"Shhh, baby." You sing quietly, remembering every word to your favourite 5SOS song Amnesia. You gently place her in the crib and glance at the clock. 6:12am. You might as well get up anyway so you make your way to the kitchen.

Everything was meant to be different, Michael had proposed to you when you told him you were pregnant but you'd declined because you didn't want him marrying you just because of a baby. But now you wish you'd said yes, then he wouldn't have left you. It was always a worry though, that he would leave you for someone prettier and that's exactly what he did. You put on the kettle and switch on the tiny TV on the counter, turning the volume low so you don't wake Lilly again.

"Breaking news, boy band member Michael Clifford dumps girlfriend after 3 months of dating." You turn to the screen as a picture of Michael with a tall, blonde model. You shake your head and put a tea bag into your mug. You grab a hoodie out of the dirty laundry basket and make a mental note to buy more washing powder today. Sniffing it before slipping it on, you think it smells okay for at least one more day.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door. You hesitate, worried that maybe it's a burglar. Who could be here this early? Maybe someone got lost? You unlock the door slowly and nearly have a heart attack.

Michael is standing on the other side, dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a sleeveless tank top. His hair is black with blue streaks and he looks tired. A hint of stubble is on his chin. 

You fold your arms across your chest and harden your jaw.

"What are you doing here, Michael?" 

You try to sound annoyed but it comes out defeated. He looks up at you and you notice the scar by his eye. It wasn't there before, you resist the urge to reach out and kiss it.

"I- I made a mistake Y/N. Actually I've made a lot of mistakes," he laughs, but it's bitter and humourless. 

"My biggest regret is and always will be, leaving you." 

You try to ignore the ache in your chest as Michael looks at you with hopeful eyes. You know you shouldn't but you open the door wider and let him in.

He turns to speak but you place your lips on his. You couldn't have gone another moment longer without tasting him again. 

Obviously shocked, he gasps and you smile as you remember the familiarity of his mouth. Your tongues begin to dance together and he pulls up your hoodie. You moan as his fingers graze your skin, he gently bites your neck and you know that you are lost to him.

Suddenly you hear Lilly crying. Uh perfect timing baby. Michael pulls away and looks at you, surprise mixed with shock. He obviously forgot that he got you pregnant.

"She's yours. Would you like to see her?" 

He nods and you take his hand. You walk to Lilly's room and pick her up. Michael watches you in fascination. You motion for him to come over and he gently lifts her out of your arms. He cradles her and smiles as he notices that she has his eyes.

"I want you back in my life Y/N, I want her in my life." 

You don't know what to say. It's so soon but Lilly needs a father and you need some sleep.

"It's not going to be easy and I don't trust you yet, regardless of my actions. But I'm willing to accept you back into our lives because I don't want her to grow up without a dad."

Michael nods firmly, cradling Lilly in his tattooed arms.

"She's called Lilly, you know. Like the flower." You whisper and Michael smiles.

"My favourite."