5sos One Shots

Michael BGM - New Year's Eve

~A/N~ Sorry this is so late but to be fair I actually have done some revision. Also I'm going to a party tomorrow and I only know one person and they're all chavs so they might all hate me but hopefully if everyone just gets super drunk it'll be fine
Enjoy the chapter!
Leila xx

Michael (22):
The darkened room rumbled with excitement as midnight neared - or was it just the heavy music? Strobe lights soared up and down the walls, blinding you in different colours of euphoria. Stumbling through the pulsating, sweaty mass of people attempting to dance, you let out a happy yell.

It was fair to say, you were more than a bit tipsy.

"Hey, Y/N," someone called your name and you spun round, only for your heart to drop into your stomach. Michael was stood behind you, looking suitably amused at your drunkenness.

"Oh- hi Michael."

The problem was, this wasn't your first rodeo. You'd come to realise that, while you weren't a terribly extreme drunk in any way, you did have a tendency to say exactly what you were thinking without realising the consequences.

The next morning, the regret was usually due to the number of people you had alienated by saying something stupid. New and sober people were particularly susceptible.

Michael, with his fluffy hair and beautiful smile, was definitely someone you didn't want to encounter in your current state. But still, he persisted.

"It's almost midnight."

The new year had come so fast. It was funny, you remembered thinking 2010 was a long time away and the time was flying. It was only a matter of time before your time was over. Hey, wouldn't that be a fun thing to say?

"We're all going to die soon."

Michael raised his eyebrows, but you noticed a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Is that right?"

"Come and dance!" Your instincts took over and you pulled him into the crowd, only to find it almost immediately dispersing as the music faded out.

Well, that was embarrassing.

But Michael's attention, much like everyone else's, was focused on the television which showed the countdown to midnight rapidly falling to zero.

Something tingled in your brain. Wasn't there something that usually happened at midnight on New Year's Eve?

The drunken chorus began joyfully yelling along with the TV. Calum, stood on a table, was seemingly conducting the crowd.

"TEN!"

It was important, your head said. The New Year's tradition was important, and it had something to do with the way Michael was looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

"NINE!"

Butterflies rose in your stomach. He was definitely looking.

"EIGHT!"

And that tradition!? What was it?

"SEVEN!"

"SIX!"

A kiss! You kiss someone on New Year's Eve. Of course, that never happened to you-

"FIVE!"

"FOUR!"

But with the way Michael was looking at you, maybe-

"THREE!"

"TWO!"

"ONE!"

The room exploded into a riot of people screaming "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" and jumping on top of each other, but you stood still.

And then

Michael's lips were on yours.

Was this actually happening, or was it just an alcoholic hallucination?

Did he actually like you back?

But that couldn't happen, people didn't like you, especially drunk you.

Before you could react properly, he had pulled away and was staring into your eyes, flushed cheeks and a beaming smile.

"Happy New Year, Y/N."