Michael Clifford Imagines

Sweet smoke

Sweet smoke

By: 5sosfanangels

You bite your lip, telling your friend to make up an excuse for you being late. You parted ways with her, your heartbeat drumming in your ears. The halls were mostly empty, but you needed to get outside. You burst through the doors to the back, finally sitting with your back against the wall.

Your chest heaved with quick breaths as you tried your hardest to breath slower, to slow your heart. At this point you were shaking, the anxiety attack consuming you.

It seemed you always saw people when you last wanted to, this time being Michael Clifford. Seeing you shaking and heaving breathes, he knelt in front of you.

"Y/N," he started, the joint bobbing, but still between his teeth.

"A-anxi-" you tried, but he got the message.

He handed you to joint, which you shook your head to. Still offering it to you, he explained, "It'll calm you down, I promise."

You took it, coughing at the smoke. He nodded for you to take a few more drags, which you did. Finally, you were calmed down and handed it back to him.