5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

Maybe not so platonic (Michael Clifford Pt. 1)

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Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader

Words: 1.9k

Requested: no

Warning: alcohol and maybe swearing?

Summary: Continuation of Sleepover - Michael has been extra flirty lately and you call him out for it, neither of you sure what to actually feel about each other

A/N: EX/N : an ex's name - didn't want to create drama

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"Two weeks longer boys!", you yelled while barging into their dressing room. Their stylist looked at you shocked, placing clothes in front of Ashton who was standing half naked in front of a mirror. "Two?", Luke yelled back excitedly and rushed towards you, hugging you and lifting you off the ground. You heard Ashton mutter a 'it's fine' towards their stylist before joining the hug. Soon you were engulfed in a tight group hug. "So you're coming on tour with us?", Michael asked. "Well unless you want me to be alone and homeless in LA for two weeks then yes", you answered and laughed at him flipping you off.

You were able to stay for two more weeks by taking on some from-home-work you would do while the boys were having interviews and such. You had just gotten the confirmation from your boss and were just as excited as the others.

This was the last concert in LA, the last night the boys would be staying at their homes. The next evening you would get on a plane, flying to the next city they were performing at. You were standing at the sideline watching them perform and it made you fel joy again and again. Seeing your best friends doing what they loved the most was something you would never get tired of.

Even though you could tell that they were tired they didn't call it quits after the show. A VIP section of a club was rented out for them and some of their friends, saying goodbye before leaving to tour the world. And so an hour later you were sitting in a car packed with people on your way to the club.

The music was roaring in your ears, the smell of liquor and cologne filled your nose. Partying with the boys always meant a good time. The alcohol was being refilled countless times and the conversations were getting looser. You were having fun, talking to people you hadn't seen in a while. You may not have known everybody but you got along with all of them. The guys were visibly enjoying themselves, you were sure they were going to have a hangover the next morning but at least they were having fun.

Hours later you felt yourself being more affected by the alcohol than before, you weren't tipsy anymore but rather drunk. Looking at you phone the clock read half four in the morning. Walking up to were Michael and Luke were currently sitting you managed to trip over someone's feet, barely catching yourself. "I think I'm good for the night", you said and sat down next to Luke. "Question is, where am I going to sleep tonight?", you raised an eyebrow. "Mine! Your stuff is there anyway", Michael's speech was already slightly slurred and you knew it was time for him to go aswell. "Do you have a spare key?", you stood up, walking over to where he was sitting. "Not gonna let you go home by yourself", he mumbled and stood up, grabbing his things. "I can stay if you want to stay Mikey", you lifted your hands in defense and tried to sound as sincere as possible, even though you just wanted to go to sleep. "Nah it's fine, I had thought about leaving anyway", he smiled at you and grabbed your hand, making you shudder with a feeling that was becoming all too familiar lately. You said goodbye to the people that were around you and began heading out of the crowded place.

The cab stopped at Michael's and you both struggled to get out of the car. Scrambling up to his front door you couldn't help but laugh at both your states. When he finally had opened the door you stepped inside and let you coat and purse hit the floor in the entrance room. Your shoes joined them and you saw Michael do the same. "Time for sleep", you said and walked towards his couch, throwing yourself on it. "Yeah", he followed you into his living room and let himself fall on top of you. "You have a bed", you laugh and tried to push him off you. "Only gonna sleep there if I can take you with me", he mumbled in a flirty tone and wiggled his eyebrows at you. Drunk Michael had always been the flirty type but you couldn't quite tell if he was joking or not. "Then you'll have to carry me", you joked. In the end you half walked, half were carried to his bedroom, not trusting Michael to not let you fall.