The 5SOS Imagine Compilation

Imagine 32: Michael Gordon Clifford (Sleepy)

Imagine 32: Michael Gordon Clifford (Sleepy)

The band was coming back home for the Christmas season and everyone was overjoyed and excited to see them again.

Ashton dressed up as Santa for his siblings, Calum probably got drunk, and Luke did whatever Luke would do on the 25th.

Michael however, after spending the day with his family, rushed to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, whispering a dirty Christmas greeting into your ear as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt.

It was now the early morning of the 26th, and Michael was sleeping soundly beside you, his pale arm keeping your back pressed against him.

His dyed hair contrasted with the cream white pillows, the sun shining against his face. It was like he was a dorky punk angel, and the sight of him made your heart beat just a little bit faster.

You tried loosening his hold on you gently, propping yourself up on your shoulders to slip your phone into your hand and laying back down beside your cuddly-looking boyfriend.

You swiped your lock screen upwards, the camera pointing towards Michael and reflecting his form onto your screen.

You adjusted yourself on the bed, trying to find the perfect angle for Michael. He must've felt the shifting weight and woken up, because he groggily raised his free arm and covered your camera with his hand.

Michael mumbled something and tried lifting your phone out of your grasp. You, being awake a few minutes longer, used your reflexes and took it back from him.

His free arm landed back onto the space beside him, creating a sound on impact. You pointed your phone back at him and snapped a picture before he could turn his head.

"It's too early, go back to sleep." Michael moaned, his voice husky and head now turned away from you.

You simply grinned at him, applying a black and white filter to your stolen shot and cropping it before locking your phone and putting it beside you, shifting towards Michael and putting an arm around his stomach.

It was quiet for a while, birds tweeting here and there, before Michael broke the silence.

"Now I can't sleep, fuck."