Michael Clifford Imagines

Fuzz is a weird name

Fuzz is a weird name

By: 5sauceimaginethat

Fuzzy Wuzzy

I'm almost home baby! We are about to board the last flight!

Me

What time are you supposed to land?

Fuzzy Wuzzy

The board says that we land at 11:30

Me

I am still picking you up right?

Fuzzy Wuzzy

I hope so, otherwise we have to walk

Me

Have a safe trip, love

Fuzzy Wuzzy

I can't wait to see your face

Me

Only 5 more hours!

I sent a picture of my face as scrunched up and weird looking as possible

Fuzzy Wuzzy

I'd still take that face over any other any day

Me

Love you Fuzz

Fuzzy Wuzzy

Love you more 

I wait impatiently by baggage claim and watch the terminal exit or for any one of the familiar 4 faces that I am picking up. It has been far too long in my opinion but that's what you get when you are dating a rockstar. I see 4 boys standing at the least 6 inches taller then most of the other people walking off the plane. That is when I see the black hair with a greenish streak. The boys fast walked over to me when they finally found me in the crowd.

"I missed you so fucking much Fuzz!" I said loudly as I hugged Michael for the first time in 3 months. He groans when he sees how close the others are.

"Fuzz? She calls you Fuzz?" Calum doubles over in laughter.

"Baaaaabe" he drags out. "I told you not to call me that." I laugh as we let go.

"Why can't I call you that?" I ask, a smile still on my face.

"What is so fuzzy that you have to call him Fuzz?" Luke jokes.

"Shut up Luke" Michael retorts. I take his hand and lead him to the car, the other boys close behind.

"You didn't seem to mind me calling you that when the others weren't around" I said quietly, a small frown appearing.

"I mean, I never really liked it because I feel like you are making fun of me" he says.

"You know I'm not! You know that. I just say it because I love when you have your fuzzy hair" I tell him, stopping our swift walk and taking his face in my hands. "You know that don't you?" he nods yes but I'm not convinced. We continue to walk our way to the car and the ride home is full of stories from the road. The boys all gather at our apartment for dinner.

"Shouldn't you be with your families?" I ask them. 

"Wow, kicking us out already?" Luke answers, eyes wide.

"No, I just thought you would want to see them" I laugh.

"Babe, it's midnight, none of our families are going to cook dinner for us at this hour. You are our only hope" Ashton tells me.

"Don't call my girlfriend babe, Ash" Michael says to him with an eyebrow raised.

"Sorry Fuzz, won't do it again" Ash laughs. I hear the oven timer go off and I hurry into the kitchen to avoid hearing anymore of this. I set the table and tell all the boys to come and dig in.

"How is your dinner, Fuzz" Calum jokes. I look down and move my food around with my fork. I try to ignore the laughing but I still get upset. I don't want to let the boys know that so I stand up, collecting my plate. 

"I'm going to bed. I'm tired" I tell them.

"You hardly ate anything Y/N" Michael says, lightly punching Calum in his shoulder for his remark.

"I ate before so I'm not really hungry" I lie. I place what I didn't eat into a tupperware before placing my dish in the sink. I head upstairs, still hearing the boys tease Michael about 'fuzz'. I change and get into bed. When I hear the door open, I fake sleep.

"You were never good at faking sleep Y/N" Michael says. I don't give up. "Fine, we will talk in the morning" he tells me.

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I open my eyes to a a bouquet of flowers on my side table. I smile at the sight and it is quickly replaced by a frown. I hear a noise behind me.

"Do you like them?" Michael asks me.

"I love them, but what are they for?" I ask back.

"I don't know what's bugging you but I was hoping they would help" he tells me.

"I made you look like an idiot yesterday with that stupid nickname and now the others won't leave it alone" I tell him.

"You definitely didn't make me look like an idiot. I do that all on my own. I mean, I didn't like that name when you first gave it to me but it's grown on me. I like when you call me that" he replies.

"Promise"

"Last night, you said Fuzz in your sleep and I thought it was the cutest thing in the entire world" he admitted. When I heard it, I couldn't help but smile and I don't care if the boys make fun of me. They are just jealous that they don't have a girl to give them a nickname" he smiles. 

"Then that is that, Fuzz it is" I giggle.

"Fuzz it is" he laughs.