5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mikey Imagine

The darkness of your room is suddenly brightened by the light of your phone, signalling a message which you weren’t expecting at this time of night. Squinting your eyes, you reach over for your phone, the unexpected change of light temporarily blinding you as you attempt to read the screen. You instantly feel dread when you read Mikey’s name on the screen. Not knowing why he’s contacting you in the middle of the night, your thoughts immediately turn to the worse and you rush putting in your passcode to read the message, your fingers fumbling meaning you have to attempt it several times before succeeding in unlocking your phone.

Just as your eyes scan the screen, his name appears on the screen, indicating an incoming call from him. Pressing the phone to your ear, you can hear his heavy breathing down the phone, the deep breaths signifying he’s trying to calm himself down, causing you to panic further.

“Mikey? What’s wrong?” You try not to sound scared, but the panic is evident in your voice. It grows when he doesn’t respond. “Michael?! I can hear you breathing. I know you’re there, so answer me.” Frustration begins to take over your worry and you are about to input further when his broke voice echoes down the phone.

“I need you.” Those 3 words make the pit of your stomach drop, especially with the depth he says them, almost like he’s pleading with you to rescue him and it almost makes your heart stop. You release a deep breath you didn’t even know you was holding and ask him where he is, before hanging up the phone and leaving the house.

Clad in only your pyjamas, you cringe at how you look in your rear view mirror but don’t dwell on it too much as you know Mikey doesn’t care about how you look. After all, he is your best friend. Pulling up outside his house, you see him sat out on the front steps an almost empty liquor bottle in his hand, which doesn’t help with all the fear you’ve been feeling since his first message.

“Y/N, you came.” He tries to stand, stumbling a bit and he laughs at his attempt. You become confused, he seems to be in the happy drunk mood, not the ‘I need you’ desperate drunk mood he was in less than 5 minutes ago.

“Yeah I came. You had me worried, Mikey. What’s going on?” You keep your voice calm, ready to blow up at any second if he doesn’t get his act together.

“Nothing much, just having a few drinks. What you been doing?” He drags out his sentences, his intoxication evident and beginning to annoy you. You really don’t have time for this, especially so late at night.

“Well I was sleeping.” You state, hoping he understands the hint you’re sending to him.

“Oh, crap. Yeah, I forgot its night time.” He tilts his head back and lightly chuckles as he mumbles words to himself, not making any sense to an outsider like yourself.

“Mikey? What the hell?” You say through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to remain composed, but he’s making it really difficult for you.

“I need to talk to you.” He looks at you, his bright green eyes glistening in the limited lighting you’re both stood under. His voice holds only seriousness, no jokes or intoxication like his previous words, making you wonder what is really going on.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. What’s going on?” You nervously chew on your bottom lip, anticipating the words that are to leave his mouth next.

“We need oxygen to survive as a human race.” You roll your eyes, irritated that you got out of bed and rushed to see him, just for him to give you a science lesson whilst he’s drunk.

“Yeah, I know. Its basic biology, Mikey.” You unintentionally roll your eyes again, as he takes another swig from the bottle, before mumbling to yourself. “Idiot.”

“Not only that, we need food and water as well.” You’re about to cut him off, to call him an idiot to his face as opposed to under your breath and leave, but he beats you to it. “So that’s 3 things. Some people need 4, some 5, others 6, and so on so forth.”

“Where on earth are you going with this?”

“I’m one of the people that need 4.” He’s stood up right, his eyes glossy from the liquor but not failing to maintain eye contact with yours. Looking closely, his eyes are red and bloodshot, most likely from drinking.

“Have you been crying?” You whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, and he lets out a sad chuckle before nodding his head.

“Yeah, because the fourth thing I need to survive, doesn’t need me.” He lets a rogue tear fall from his eyes and he inhales deeply before looking up at the sky, willing them to stop but they won’t.

“Mikey,”

“I need you. I mean it when I say it, I desperately need you. You’re my fourth thing to survive in this cruel and harsh world. I love you, more than words can describe and it kills me knowing you don’t need me the same way that I need you.”

“What if I told you, I needed you too?” You ask him, almost inaudible but with the silence surrounding you both, he hears it loud and clear as if you shouted it at the top of your lungs.

“You need me?” He sniffles, wiping away the wet from his cheek as he continuously looks at you, his green eyes boring into yours.

“More than you will ever comprehend.”