Random Coupley Imagines

Michael Clifford

Michael Clifford

omg, lucky you!

you got the hilarious and trolling michael clifford 

you have no idea how much i wish i was you,

anywho, here's your story:

        "Come on ______(y/n)," Your best friend Leeanne whined on the other end of the phone. "I need this shoes!"

        I rolled my eyes playfully even though I knew she couldn't see them saying, "Last week you told me you needed that new coach bag," I made sure that I really emphasized "needed". And the week before that you said-"

        "Okay okay I need a lot of things," Leeanne but in cutting me off, "How about after we can go get some ice cream."

        I began twirling the spirally phone chord between my fingers and leaned back in the chair I was sitting in, "Tempting..."

        I heard a sigh before Leeanne said, "It'll be free, I'll pay."

        "You had me at free." I smiled as we said our goodbyes for now before telling my mum that I was going out with Leeanne and walking out the door to meet her at the downtown shops. We loved shopping downtown instead of at the hectic mall, even though most things were more expensive. The clothing was more vintage and the store people were friendlier, it was almost like a family down there. 

        I stopped mid-stride when I noticed the crowds of people. In all my time shopping down here it's never been this busy. Instead of waiting at the corner where the bus stop is for Leeanne, curiosity got the best of me as I walked towards the herd of people wanting to know what the commotion was all about. Most of the people were girls, some looked around 18 or 20 and others looked like they were still in grade school. They were all screaming and chanting what sounded like song lyrics. I tried my best to move to the front but began getting pushed and nudged by the girls feeling like I was the ball in a pinball machine. My body got pushed around as if I were a rag doll making it hard for me to navigate my way to the front. The pushing and shoving stopped though once I felt my back being pushed into something solid that opened up causing my body to topple down to the floor.

        Slowly, I got to my feet wiping the dirt and dust off my hands. I took in my new surroundings finding myself in an old, dark and dust filled room. I looked back at the door that I crashed into that let me inside this building to see that it closed and it had no handle on the inside for me to get out. I began walking towards were I saw light hoping that another door will appear so I could go back outside. The floor boards creaked under my weight as my lungs chocked on the stale air.

        "How did you get in here?" 

        I jumped when I heard the voice turning around to face 4 boys who made me look like the tiniest human being that has roamed the Earth.

        "I uh..." My words came out in a stutter as I tried to recover from the surprise. "I got pushed in here by the crowd outside, I didn't mean to trespass in your store. If you could just show me the way out..."

        One of the boys laughed, he had dark hair an eyes, "Oh this isn't our store we're just in here because of the crowds of people."

        "So you got pushed in too?" I asked.

        "Not exactly," A boy with colourful hair started to explain why they were here. He told me how they were in this band called 5 Seconds of Summer and how the crowds of people outside were their fans. He also explained how one of their bodyguards brought them in here so they wouldn't get mobbed by all the people and how they can't get out until their bodyguard opens the door from outside because all the doors are locked on the inside. As he explained this to me, I took in his beautiful blue eyes and his soft skin. His hair made me want to run my hands through it for some strange reason. I snapped back into reality when He stopped talking.

        "I'm Calum by the way." The dark haired boy told me. "And that's Ashton, and Luke and," He pointed to the boy with the beautiful eyes and soft skin. "Michael."

        I smiled at them and introduced myself to them. Knowing that I wouldn't be getting out of here anytime soon we found a place on the ground to sit and began talking about random things. I've never laughed so much in my life. These boys were hilarious and I could tell why they had so many fans, I mean I'd be their fan even if they had horrible music just for their personalities. The conversation began drifting away from me as it became a hot discussion between Calum and Ashton as Michael began talking to me.

        "So the fans just pushed you in here?" He asked. I nodded and told him how I was just curious and got pushed through the back door. The two of us began talking about our own lives and telling each other stories of the past. I laughed as I looked over Michael's shoulder and noticed something shiny. 

        "What's that?" I asked more to myself, pushing myself off the ground and walking over to it. Once I moved closer to it I noticed that it was an acoustic guitar. I held it up by it's neck and studied it. "Is this yours?" I turned to Michael to see he followed me.

        He just shock his hand as he held out a hand for him to see it. Giving it to him, he began to play it but it sounded awful since it was out of tune.   

        "Lets hear one of your songs." I told him.

        "With this thing?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "It's sounds horrible."

        "Well sometimes you have to look past the ugly to see the pretty." I smiled at him as he returned it and began to play. I was awe-struck by his vocals and guitar playing and I laughed when he said "American Apparel Underwear". Even with the guitar so out of tune, his voice made up for it making the song sound beautiful and correcting the pitch of the guitar. When he finished all I could do was smile. "That was beautiful." I told him.

        Before I could say anything else a door opened and a head popped in. "Alright boys lets sneak you out the back here, we brought the car around." 

        I looked back to Michael with a bittersweet feeling running though me; happy to finally be let out of this musk filled building yet sad that my time with these 4 amazing boys, especially Michael, is over. I gave him a sad smile before turning but didn't start walking away as a hand wrapped lightly around my wrist. "I didn't get your number."

        I smiled at him as he handed me his phone and I typed it in quickly.

        "Promise me this won't be the last time we meet." I wasn't sure if it was a command or question he asked but either way it would have been the same answer.

        "I promise." I told him