5 Seconds of Summer Imagines and Preferences

Michael Imagine (For Gabriella)

     "Hey! You excited for tonight?" You pull your front door open to reveal your best friend holding two tickets for the Arctic Monkeys you two were going to. You nod and pull her inside. 

     "First you gotta help me dye my hair!" You squeel excitedly. She agrees and you go into your bathroom to dye your hair.

     "What color this time Gab?" she asks you. You flipped your curantly green hair over your shoulder and grabbed the purple hair dye from your bathroom cabinet.

      "Purple!" You smile and hand her the bottle. She does a decent job on it and you wrap it in a towel. You apply some makeup to your face and head into your room to pick an outfit to wear to the concert. You chose some skinny jeans, a 5 Seconds of Summer teeshirt that said "lol but your not michael clifford" on it. It was your absolute favorite one to wear. Slipping some black heels on, you show your friend your outfit. She approved of course.

      Having your outfit on and your makeup done, it was time to take out your towel and reveal how your hair turned out. It came out to be a darker shade of lilac. You smile and rake your fingers through it a couple times, just to be sure it looks alright. 

      "It looks great Gab. Come on, we are going to be late." She smiles and you both leave. You make sure to play your favorite band 5 Seconds of Summer in the car and a lot of Arctic Monkeys and All Time Low. Music was your thing. You loved it and all you wanted was some one who would adore it as much as you did. It made you-you! Sometimes you thought the only people who really got you, were famouse and lived a million miles away. 

      Were you right?

     "We are going to play one last song for you now," Alex Turner, lead sing of Arctic Monkeys, announced into his microphone up on the stage,"it is my personal favorite.This is Do I Wanna Know." All the people go just about insane and so do you.

      "Yes!" You heard someone shout next to you. You felt something slam into your head, and you black out.

     "Gabriella! Gab! Wake up!" You hear muffled music and shouting. You open your eyes to see your best friend shaking you awake. But your eyes go from her face to the person who is kneeling right beside her.

     The one and only, Michael Gordon Clifford. 

     You struggle to sit up from the sticky floor of the concert venue. But you manage it with some of Michael's help. You brush yourself off and rub your temple which was throbbing.

     "What happened?" You shout over the music. You are trying to keep calm because your idol is standing beside you, basically holding you up. Michael looks totally freaked out.

     "I am so sorry... I got a little too into the music and I dont know I guess I flailed my arms or some shit. I hit you though and I am so sorry." He rambled on a bit, and you chuckle

     "It is okay. Don't worry. I think we should head home though..." You trail off and look at your best friend who is talking to Calum Hood who was with Michael. She looked pretty much occupyed and knowing her, she wouldnt give up a chance to speak with her idol.

      "Want me to take you?" He asks you and you nod. You nudge your friend and tell her. She would drive her car home.

      "This is it." You say as you pull up to your house. Michael nods and hurridly gets out of the car to open your door for you.

     "What a gentleman." You laugh and he nods.

     "I try." He laughs.

     "Well... thanks for not hating me Gab." He had taken to your nickname immediatly. But you didnt mind, you loved the way his accent made it sound.

     "I couldnt ever hate you Michael." You smile and give him a quick hug before you are about to leave. When you pull away Michael surprises you by pecking your lips.

     "What was that for?" You ask him, kind of cunfused.

     "Sorry.. I just really like you and I dont know when I can see you again." he stumbled over his words and you nod, thinking it would be sad and you would miss him.

     "Want my number?" You go out on a limb and ask him. He accepts and you exchange numbers.

     Little did you know that one small kiss would be the start of the greatest, most musical relationship ever.

HI GAB! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS A LOT! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AND YOUR MUSIC TASTE IS DYNAMITE.