imagine this;

come back, i miss you-michael clifford

You wake up on a cold, wet, dark morning and roll over into the empty space next to you. He should be there. You sigh and lie in the space where he should be, you close your eyes and think about him next to you, his warmth radiating from his body to yours, his heavy arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him, his breath tickling your neck with every breath he took. You reopened your eyes and hoped with every single hope you had left in you that he was there and he hadn't left.
You rolled out of bed and found one of his shirts he had left, his shirts used to be scattered on your floor but they were rare now. You were lucky if you found one, you only found them if they were hidden away in the back of a wardrobe or stuffed in a drawer or in the washing machine. You would only ever wear them when you wanted him back home. When you missed the small stupid things he would to to annoy you when he was with you, like plait your hair when you were lying on him, like poking your sides when you were stood either making food or in a queue, like tickle you when you were in a bad mood. You just missed the stupid things he did which made you laugh.

You had done all your coursework that you needed to do for college for the week, you slumped down on your sofa and flicked through the channels on the TV, "shit, complete waste of time, what's the point of this, more shit, oh look more shit, oh finally Keeping Up With The Kardashians." You found yourself narrating your way through the channels. 4 episodes of Keeping Up With The Kardashians and one film, LOL, you decided you should go to bed. It had been a long day.

You grabbed a pot noodle and your laptop and made your way to your bed. You fell backwards onto your bed and let out a sigh, your days had been so boring without him, you had almost forgotten what it was like to have fun. You sat on your bed and switched your laptop on and had a scroll down your tumblr dashboard, the 1975, ed sheeran, harry styles, the neighbourhood and the odd 5sos post would pop up and you smiled at them, they were the only reason you kept smiling. Something took you from your day dream about your wedding with Matty Healy and Harry Styles and Ed Sheeran fighting over you. An incoming Skype call.

"Hello?" The familiar voice warmed your heart and a smile spread across your face.

"I miss you so much Michael, please come home soon." You pleaded pulling his shirt tighter around your body.

"I miss you too-wait is that my blink shirt?" He asked smiling.

"So what if it is?" You blushed and giggled. "It's comfortable..." You tried to justify your reason for wearing it.

"Babe, it's my favourite one I've been looking for it for weeks oh my god." He looked so happy, you just wanted to be held in his arms.

"I don't care if it's your favourite one you can buy a new one because I now claim this as mine." You said and stuck your middle finger up at him, jokingly of course.

"Well if that's the case, I'm taking your favourite bra." He said and folded his arms.

"And what are you gonna do with a bra?" You asked and laughed at the thought of Michael in a bra, especially your fluorescent pink Victoria's Secret one.

"I'll find a way to use it." He laughed. Oh god how you missed hearing him laugh in person, it's just not the sam via however Skype works. He noticed a change in your mood, and expression, "What's wrong? I won't really take your bra."

You forced a smile, "I know."

"Tell me what's wrong please, it's killing me knowing you're sad and I'm not there to hold you and make you happy, you know I would do anything to hold you in my arms right now." As those words came out of Michaels mouth you felt your eyes fill with tears. You did your best to hide them but your attempt just wasn't good enough.

"Michael...." You started before your tears fell.

"Baby please, don't cry, I love you so much, the tour is over soon and I'll be all yours, you can have me all the time, forever okay. Please don't cry." He pleaded.

You managed to stop your tears and put on a brave face for Michael, "Okay, I'm sorry, how's it been? How is everyone?"

"It's been amazing, the crowds have been unreal and to have that many people sing back our songs is absolutely incredible." You could hear the happiness in his voice and see his smile spread across his face. It made you happy when he talked about performing because it truly made him happy and to see how far they've come is an absolute wonder.

"I bet it is, I watch it all on YouTube, I've never missed one of your shows Michael and I honestly have never seen you so happy in your life." You smiled as he hid his face.

"Oh really?" He asked.

"Yes really." You replied and took a photo of your Skype call to post to twitter later.

"I've known myself to be happier.." He said, now that got you confused. You sat in silence not sure what to reply.

"Ermmm." You mumbled, "When?" You asked.

"Whenever I see you." He admitted and you laughed at him for being so cheesy.

"You're such a dick oh my god Michael." You laughed and he smiled at seeing you laugh.

"I'm being serious, I've never been happier than whenever I'm with you." His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

"Okay I swear you're gay with Luke sometimes."

"We are." You heard Luke call from what you assumed to be the bathroom of the hotel and you laughed at them both.

"If you think I'm gay why are we together?" Michael pretended to be hurt.

"Because I'm only with you so I can get with Calum.." You joked but Michaels expression dropped. "Michael I'm joking, I love you."

"What time is it there?" He changed the subject.

"Like 12:34am." You were surprised at how fast the time went when you were talking to Michael.

"I'm gonna let you go to sleep, sweet dreams babe, I love you please don't ever forget that, you're my everything." He gave you a sad smile.

"Rock this show okay, make me proud, well you do every show you play, make this one special Michael, I love you so much." You returned his smile and shut down your laptop, you laid back in your bed and hugged the pillow where his head used to rest, breathing in the last of his scent until you we're almost asleep.
"Come home soon Michael." You whispered to a picture of you and him on your bedside table as you fell asleep.