Michael Clifford Imagines

Concert

Concert- Michael Imagine

By: ashtonsurl

"I need to pee!" You scream to your best friend, trying to be heard over the loud screams of the crowd around you. Your favourite band, All Time Low, was just moments away from going onstage. It was awful timing, but it couldn't be helped. She nods, barely noticing what you were saying. She was too busy jumping up and down to see above the sea of heads.

You sigh, turning on your heel. It takes a while to push your way through the mass of people, towards the exit.

You weren't familiar with the venue; after all, it wasn't even in your city. You and Y/B/F/N had driven hours to be there, after fighting for tickets that sold out within minutes. That wasn't even the hardest part. You'd had to beg and plead with your parents for weeks before they had let you go. It had all been worth it, though. After all, you were in the same building as freaking All Time Low!

After several twists and turns and endless corridors, you scream in frustration. It had been ten minutes since you had first set off to find the toilets, but your search remained fruitless. Honestly, you'd expect there to at least have signs showing the way!

Oomph.

"Oh, shit!" You yell, feeling your butt hit the floor ungracefully. Your head throbbed from where it had been attacked by something hard. You look up angrily at the asshole who nearly knocked you out. "Watch where you're going, dipshit."

The boy with the lilac hair chuckled lowly. "Whoops. Sorry."

You try and keep yourself from punching him square in the face. Thanks to him, not only were you missing what should be the best night of your life and still yearning for the loo, but now you had a lump on your forehead and a sore ass. Fan-fucking-tastic.

You scramble to your feet, huffing. "Whatever. Just tell me where the toilets are, and I won't rip your head off."

"You know what? I'll take you there as an apology for hitting you with a door." He nodded to himself thoughtfully, and stuck his hand out. "I'm Michael."

"Y/N. I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you, but I'd be bullshitting." You scowl, following him. In any other case, you wouldn't even be talking to a total stranger like this, but you were getting desperate.

Michael took you down a couple of hallways, until you stopped outside a pair of long black curtains. He gestured for you to go through them. You hesitate, but do as he says.

"No. Fucking. Way." You breathe. Only a few metres away from you was All Time Low performing with as must gusto as you expected them to. Somehow, Michael had gotten you backstage, and into the wings. 

The set had been scheduled so that All Time Low would play five songs or so, and then have a break whilst their supporting act played. They had just finished and were heading offstage.

You were frozen to on the spot, completely motionless. This was a dream; it had to be. There was no way you were backstage with the band that had basically saved your life. You must have passed out when you were trying to leave the mosh pit. Yeah, that was it. This was all some fucked up, yet awesome, figment of your imagination.

"Yo, Alex!" Michael hollered, waving his arms about like a lunatic. The Alex Gaskarth turned at the sound of his name, his face breaking out into a grin.

The pair exchanged that bro hug thing that all boys did, Alex still glistening with sweat. Michael either didn't notice that he had been smothered in second hand sweat, or he didn't care. You would have killed to have Alex's sweat.

"Mike, bro! What are you doing here?"

Michael shrugged. "Day off. The other lads all went to the cinema or something, but I figured I'd come visit you, since we're in the same state and all."

"Mickey! I missed you!" Suddenly a huge figure jumped onto Michael's back, nearly knocking him over. The two of them straightened up and dusted themselves off, pounding fists. "And who's the pretty girl? Did you finally get a chick? Because Zack and I, we have this bet on how long it'd take for you to settle down and-"

Jack paused mid-sentence to breathe, but didn't continue when Rian elbowed him in the gut. He complained loudly, shuffling closer to Alex for protection.

"Hey, I'm Rian." He stuck out his hand for you to shake. You take his hand, gripping it tightly, as if it was your lifeline.

He chuckles awkwardly, too polite to tell you to stop being a clingy freak.

"Y/N. It's so nice to meet you! I'm such a huge fan." You blurt. "And, um, I also still really need to pee. Michael?"

He snorts, pointing to a door further back. You blush, and hurry to relieve yourself. Finally. You spend a few moments trying to calm yourself down, and make yourself seem somewhat presentable.

By the time you return, All Time Low had already returned to the stage, and were halfway through For Baltimore. Michael was standing at the side, trying to balance a cup of beer whilst bopping up and down and singing loudly. Surprisingly, he wasn't half bad, either.

"Hey, how'd you know these guys, anyway?" You ask him, nudging him playfully.

He scowled as a bit of his beer spilled over the sides. "They're like my brothers. I look up to them a lot. They were one of the reasons I ever picked up a guitar."

"You play?"

"Yeah. I'm the guitarist for 5 Seconds of Summer." He shrugs. "Y'know, I'm secretly hoping you're into that sort of thing."

Your eyebrows shoot up. Jesus, he was forward. "Guitarists? Sorry, bro. I'm more into drummers. I mean, if Rian wasn't taken, I probably would've jumped him by now."

Michael rolled his eyes. "Shame. I would've taken you to another All Time Low concert as a date."

"Are you bribing me?" You say indignantly. You had more self-respect that that!

He smirks, shrugging again. He did that far too much for his own good, the cocky bastard.

Suddenly, Michael starting screaming at the boys onstage. Jack noticed him, and nodded, seeming to understand the gibberish Michael was shouting.

"Hey, guys. We're gonna need you to do us a favour. Our little brother, Michael, is trying to win a girl over, but he needs a bit of help." Jack announced into his microphone. He waves you over.

You tried to dig your heels into the floor as Michael drags you onstage. The roaring of the crowd is deafening. It's a wonder how the band were still able to hear after shows like that.

You manage to spot Y/B/F/N near the front, eyes wide open in shock.

Surprise?

"I would say let's sing a really cheesy song like in the movies, but that would mess up our set, and I'm sorry Y/N, but you're not important enough to ruin the set just yet. But, we can just all stare at you and make you feel self conscious to the point where you break." Zach announced.

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as one by one, every pair of eyes in the arena locked themselves onto you. Dammit. Why was Zach smart?!

You probably lasted about 30 seconds before you cracked. "Fine! I'll go on a date with Michael!"

The arena cheered triumphantly. Michael fist pumped the air.

"You're paying. For concert tickets and everything. Including food." You scowl.

"Sure thing, babe. I'll pick you up at seven on Friday."

You scoff, and slap him on the shoulder firmly.

"Shut up, Michael."