fivesos one shots

○cosmo & wanda○ mc

a/n: I miss colored haired michael ):

•michael•

"Come on buddy! Get loose!"

"I don't wanna get loose, fuck off Calum."

"You're such a party pooper, Michael."

"Shutup Luke."

Ashton was already outside the hotel waiting impatiently in the van. The other boys just gave up sighing as they exited the messy hotel room leaving me to sulk in bed. I didn't feel like going on social media or dealing with fans. I didn't feel like dealing with annoying groupies. I just wanted to lay in bed writing music all day...or play videogames...with a nice large pizza.

Once the door closed, I sighed in relief and collapsed on the bed face first. Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door making me groan loudly.

"Who is it?!" I yelled into the pillow.

"Room service!" A tiny voice called out from behind the door.

"Go away, come back later!"

"Sir, someone sent some food for you."

I peeked up at the sound of food and dragged myself over to unlock the door. I threw it open to be revealed with a small pink haired girl with a large box of pizza. I grabbed the box then closed the door in her face. I smiled and opened the lid to be met with a mouthwatering delight.

"You forgot your drink, sir." The same voice mumbled again followed by a knock. I opened the door once more as she shoved a large coca cola in my palm then turned around.

"Wait!" I yelled then spun around and grabbed an old pair of jeans. I checked the pockets and smiled as I found my wallet. I opened it and pulled out a 10 then walked back over to see her impatiently leaning against the frame. "Here's your tip. Sorry for slamming the door on your face." I muttered sheepishly. She shrugged.

"It's not like it doesn't happen to me every single day."

"Aren't you a little too young to be doing this job? Usually there's fat ladies with skirts and laundry bins walking around these halls.

"Well, how stereotypical of you." She scoffed and placed her tiny hands on her waist.

"My bad, I just thought..."

"I'm literally standing right here. What more proof do you need that not all women of room service are ugly and fat?"

"Hey! There's no such thing as ugly women." I crossed my arms.

"That's so sweet! As if calling someone fat is any nicer."

"I never called you that!"

"You're calling other women fat." She crossed her arms too. We glared at each other for a moment before I sighed and dropped it.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just thought you were a fan." I murmured. She raised her eyebrows.

"Are you serious? You're such an asshole."

"I'm not joking! It's not the first time a fan has dressed up as room service and has tried to drag me to bed with them."

"I bet it worked the first time." She snorted.

"And the second time..." I trailed off and she stared me down in disgust.

"You're disgusting."

"I was a hormonal 18 year old boy!"

"And what are you now? 18 and a half?" She laughed and clutched her stomach. Control your anger, Michael Clifford. I uncurled my fists.