5SOS Imagines Book One☺️

Michael Clifford imagine

Imagine having spent the day out with your boyfriend, Michael.

Him and his mates' band, 5SOS, were on a break for Christmas so you both went out to do doe Christmas shopping together; meaning: you do the shopping while Michael carries the bags...

You and Michael had known each other and been friends for about 4 years before you guys got together; you knew everything about each other so it was one of those bestfriend-boy/girlfriend relationships which made your relationship with one another even more special to you both.

Anyway, you managed to get a few bits and bobs for some friends and family; Michael asked if you wanted to go back to his house (which he shared with his band mates) for the rest of the day, which you gladly accepted.

You both walk in and Michael dramatically drops the endless bags of shopping on the floor while releasing a sigh of relief. You roll your eyes laughing, "Michael, there wasn't that many bags. Admit it, I've done worse before, this isn't actually bad for me..."

Michael shrugged his shoulders replying, "Either way, it's still shopping and I still hate it."

You roll your eyes again and go into the kitchen to get a drink while Michael slumps onto the sofa.

You return into the living room to see Michael looking like he's been knocked out on the sofa, for a minute you actually thought he had gone to sleep.

You stand in front of him and giggle, "You alright there babe?"

Michael lazily opens his eyes nodding, "Mmhmm just a cat nap"

"Are you seriously tired?"

"I'm shattered, Y/N! Shopping is so tiring!!"

"All you did was carry the bags! You didn't run laps around the shopping centre!"

"Exactly! Takes a man to be able to carry that many bags"

"Well, I'm glad you're my man then Michael"

"I think I deserve a prize"

"Oh yeah, and what might that be?"

"A kiss?"

You raised your eyebrow at Michael, not sure to take him serious or not. He looked it...
You leant down and kissed Michael softly, feeling him smile underneath the kiss causing you to do the same. Michael raises one of his hands to the nape of your neck whilst the other holds your arm, gently pulling you down, not wanting to break the kiss.

You follow his lead and allow him to pull you onto his lap. You could feel the kisses getting more hungrier...

One thing led to another, and you were still sitting on Michael's lap with his arms around you, having a heated make out session.

You pull away and say nervously, "Michael, if your friends walk in-"

"Y/N, I promise you, they won't. They're all out, it's just you and me, I promise. I mean, it's not like we're gonna do it on the sofa right here...not that I mean we're gonna be doing anything now anyway, unless you wanted to then I'd be cool with it but if you don't then I'm cool with that too so really it's-"

You cut Michael off with a giggle and pulling his lips to yours again.

You had met Michael's band mates before, you didn't know them very well, so the last thing you needed to make things even more awkward between you and the three boys was for them to walk in seeing you straddling your boyfriend making out who's also their band and best mate...

And of course, just your luck, the door swung open and three voices came chiming in; causing you to gasp and try and jump off Michael before they saw. Obviously they did.

Calum smirked, "Oi Oi what's going on here eyyyyy? Michael and Y/N, oooooo. Bit of action ey Michael?"

Ashton followed after giggling, "Do you want us to leave you guys alone so you can continue?"

Then Luke jumped in, "If you do, please take it to the bedroom, we don't want you guys screwing on the sofa because we sit there too...."

You could feel your cheeks burning and your heart pounding with embarrassment. And Michael sat beside you just smirking. You clear your throat and say, "Well erm, on that note I'm uh, just gonna..go..gotta do some wrapping so, see ya lads later."

You stand up and scoot past Michael, before you pass him completely he calls your name, "Y/N"

You turn and look down at him as he raises an arm beside his head giving a little stretch before smirking up at you and saying in a quiet voice, "I'll make sure I get my prize later, Kay babe?"

You roll your eyes and collect your belongings as quickly as you can, avoiding eye contact with the three boys as you know that you would probably just die from embarrassment.

As you walk out of the house you replay what Michael said to you, "I'll make sure I get my prize later, Kay babe?"

And all that you could think to yourself was 'The bastard. I knew he wasn't being serious when he just wanted a kiss'