Michael Clifford Imagines

Cuddles for me.

Cuddles for me.

By: givingmichaelhugs

[To : Mikey bear] Text : Mi-chael! Mi-chael! I. Am. Lonely. Get your snuggly ass over here and cuddle the shit out of me!

"Its cold as shh-tuff in here." You grumble and grab your blanket, wrapping it around yourself before standing. Your bedroom floor sends ice spikes into your legs and you jump, shivering and letting out a frustrated breath as your hair falls into your eyes. Its ten-thirty on a Tuesday morning, your home alone, your nursing a common cold that you've had for a couple days. Michael is home too, sick with your cold.

'Your the one who got him sick Y/N! Why would he haul his almost healthy ass over here and cuddle a almost annoyingly whiny, sick you?'

Your mind yells at you and you blush because its true. After sitting at the crappy but cheap car repair place for three hours you went home and participated in a impromptu make-out session what ended with both of you panting and sniffling.

You shake the thought away and look to the big ass grandfather clock your mom dragged into your home once so she could mop and never retrieved.

10:45

Fifteen minutes. You spent fifteen minutes recollecting that experience with Michael. Damn, Y/N. Swallowing a second, more prominent, blush you shuffle your way down your red brick stairs and start for the kitchen when your doorbell rings out for attention. Your heart races, eyes widen and insides light up.

"Michael."

You run in your pink bunny slippers to the stone door, hauling it open only to find your mailman. "Bonjour Mademoiselle." He greets you and you grin. You'd been taking French this year and had asked him to greet you in French since he was French Canadian. You just asked him to use formal French.

"Bonjour Monsieur." You say and press your cheek to his, puffing a kiss like your teacher said. He hands you the handful of envelopes and smiles at you, repeating the cheek greeting before setting off.

Your just inside and almost in the kitchen second time when your doorbell goes off again and you laugh. "Avez-vous oublié quelque chose monsieur?" You call in the cheery French accent your finally developing and pad back out to your front door. When you open the door the first thing you see is Michael in his pj's, wrapped in a blue blankey with dark bags under his eyes. "Bonjour Baby." He says sadly and your heartbreaks at how miserable he sounds.

"Come in here Mikey before you freeze your cute bum off." You say and pull him in, shutting the door. "Aw baby," You shake your head slowly. "Baby, I'm so sorry. If I knew you were this si-Ah!" You gasp in surprise as he pulls you into his arms and blush red, hugging his waist and hiding your face in his shirt. It was sweaty and reeked of throw up but you cant not be googly with a tired Mikey snuggling you.