Michael Clifford Imagines

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Michael Imagine

By: fangirlimagines

You were walking in the hallway trying desperately to get to your last class before he sees you. You turned a corner and collided with the last person you wanted to see.

"God please help me," you muttered under your breath as you looked up at your worst nightmare since elementary school.

He looked down at you, with an evil smirk, "hi y/n."

Forcing yourself to speak, you muttered, "h..h..hello M...M..Michael."

Michael fake pouted, "I haven't seen you all day!"

Thats because I was avoiding you. I was doing such a good job until now. "y...yeah s...sorry."

Michael gripped your wrist. The halls were now empty so no one heard you cry in pain, "does that hurt sweet little y/n?" Michael cooed.

"P..p..please!" Tears sting your eyes, "please Michael that really hurts Michael... You're hurting me!"

Something snapped in his eyes and he quickly let go. You patted down your wrist, afraid that rubbing it would hurt more.

Michael Clifford has been your bully since fish grade. As you got older, the bullying got worse. His words would hurt more, sometimes he would physically hurt you too. But since he was the principles darling nephew, Everyone was 'oblivious' to what he does. It's gotten so bad, that you started to hurt yourself.

"Did I hurt you?" Michael asked.

Something inside you snapped, "yes you hurt me! But that's nothing new you always fucking hurt me Michael! What the hell did I do to you to make you hate me so much?!" You were crying now.

Michael's mouth opened and closed again. For once he had nothing to say.

"I never hurt you Michael," you continued. You've been barreling this in for years and you weren't stopping until you told him everything. "You have a nice family and friends. You're nice to everyone but me. Why? I've stayed up for nights wondering why you hate me so much. I just... I don't want to go home with scars in my heart from the words you say. For once, I want to feel happy. Why do you have to take my happiness away Michael Clifford? Why?"

After what seemed like forever, Michael spoke. "I don't hate you."

You laughed harshly, "of coarse you don't. You Love me Michael, that's why you treat me like shit!"

"I take your happiness away?"

"Dammit haven't you been listening to shit Michael?"

"Y/n I..." He softly grabbed hold of our wrist. You hissed in pain and tried to pull away. "What..?" He reached for the sleeve of your cardigan and pulled it down revealing scars. Michael inhaled sharply as if they were his scars. "Why... Did I...m..make you do this?"

You turned your head away, not denying the truth.

"Y/n!" He gasped, "I... I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry won't make the past disappear clifford!"

"But I... Really don't hate you I.."

"You love me," you smirked, hurt to the pint where you are numb.

"I do."

"What?!"

Michaels eyes glistened with tears. He blinked and they fell onto his cheeks. "I love you," his voice cracked at the end, "I don't know why... Why I hurt you i... I thought that was the only way to get you close. I never felt these feeling before I don't know how to handle them! I'm sorry."

Your bully dropped to his knees in front of you, "I love you y/n. I'm sorry. So sorry."

"Michael," you gasped.

"I know you hate me, you have every right too. Heck, I hate me. But I... I love you. I really do and.." He looked up at you, still ok his knees. "In selfish enough to ask for another chance. A change to take you out for coffee and make you fall in love. With the real me. Not the monster you've known for years."

"Get up," your voice cracked, "Michael... I don't know. I wasn't ready for this."

Hurt flashed in his beautiful eyes, "right. You can't even look at me. I understand. I'll leave you alone now."

He was walking away when you grabbed his hand and pulled him back, "but.." You bit your lip, "I would really like to get to know you.. You get one chance Clifford."

Michael broke into a smile, "thank you!" He kissed your hand, "thank you I love you! And maybe one day you'll love me."

"Maybe," you replied.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked nervously, "I've wanted to for so long."

"Go for it."

Something about his lips on yours, moving in perfect sync. Melting in his arms, made you forget all the past. And you couldn't wait for the future.