5 Seconds Of Summer (5SOS) Imagines & One Shots

Busking (Michael Clifford)

You tune your guitar in the busy streets of London, you're busking to save up for your trip to Australia. Although you hate singing in public, you need money desperately and desperate times call for desperate measures.

A few passers by look at you questioningly as you begin to strum the chords for Little Lion Man. You have a small set list of about 10 songs and you plan to busk for about 3 hours.

You sing the words and people chuck loose change in your empty guitar case, a few smile and stand around listening to you. You finish the song and start up the chords for Close as Strangers which is one of your favourite songs by 5 Seconds of Summer.

You notice more people have formed a circle round you as you get to the chorus of the song. Someone pulls out a phone and records you. You're blushing at all the attention, usually people ignore buskers.

You finish the song and everyone claps, you laugh awkwardly and bend down to take a drink from your water bottle.

"That was amazing."

You look up and see a tall boy, with spikey black and blue hair. You bite your lip as you recognise him. Shit, it's Michael from 5 Seconds of Summer. Remember to play it cool you tell yourself, but inside you're freaking out.

"Haha, thanks, I like the song." What the fuck, play it cool by saying you like that song?!

Michael laughs before introducing himself, you shake his hand and reply with your name.

"What's the next song on your set list?" Michael asks and you can't help but wonder if he's sticking around to listen to you, that would be embarrassing.

"Boulevard of Broken Dreams," you smile as you try and remember the acoustic chords you thought up for this song. It took you ages but you love the song so much and you want to make it mean something.

Michael's grin literally reaches his ears.

"I fucking love that song!" You laugh before strumming the chords and Michael merges into the crowd, eyes still on you.

I walk this lonely road the only one that I have ever known.

Don't know where it goes but it's only me and I walk alone.

A bigger crowd forms in front of you but your eyes are on Michael, he is staring at you, wide eyed.

You finish the song and he comes back over.

"That's the best cover I have ever heard anyone play," he says before taking your arm and you blush.

"I want to take you somewhere." You pack up your guitar case and stuff before slinging it over your shoulder.

"Where are we going?" Michael just keeps hold of your hand and you try to ignore that fact that Michael freaking Clifford is holding hands with you.

Michael pulls you into a huge building and you are now really confused, you ride up in some elevators before reaching the eighth floor. Michael drags you out and into a room off to the left. You bring your hand to your mouth as you see all of 5 Seconds of Summer in that room, lounging around on chairs.

"Whose the chick?" Calum asks whilst eyeing you up.

"Cal, Luke, Ash this is Y/N I found her busking on the street, you have to hear her voice, she's amazing." You blush and automatically shake you head.

"Okay, let's hear it then." Luke smiles and puts his phone away. Michael gives your hand a little squeeze before taking a seat next to Ashton. This is not happening.

You unpack your guitar and tune up, completely aware of the fact that your favourite band are staring at you. Better not fuck this one up.

You strum the chords for the Greenday song, as Michael liked the cover and you know that they are massive Greenday fans.

As you finish they all stand up and applause you. You blush bright red and mumble a thanks.

"Dude she has to get signed!" Ashton says and they all seem agree. You shake your head.

"No guys, I can't. I was busking to save up for a trip to Australia, I can't get signed now, I'm finishing school and everything." They nod but completely ignore your words.

"Stay here." They say and you nod, not really knowing where you'd go anyway.

They come back with a tall sandy haired man and he introduces himself as the manager of their record label. Oh shit. He asks you to perform 3 songs so you sing the Greenday one, All The Stars by Ed Sheeran and Comets by Charlie Simpson.

You strum the last chord and they all get up and clap, including the manager, he has a smile on his face and he shakes your hand before saying:

"Looks like we have a keeper, congratulations."

The boys jump around and hug you before discussing how they want you to be their support act for their UK tour and you bite your lip. You tell the boys you need to go home and Michael offers to walk you to the tube station.

He walks beside you as you talk.

"Today has been so surreal, I woke up theis morning dreading going out and busking in front of people I barely know and now I've just performed in front of one of my favourite bands and a record label manager. Like fuck."

Michael laughs at you and you stop at the barriers for the station.

"So this is me," you smile.

"Can I get your number, as we are going to need to be in contact now." Michael awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and you giggle before reciting your number to him.

"See you very soon Y/N," Michael says before kissing you on the cheek and walking away.