5SOS Imagines Book One☺️

Michael Clifford imagine

Imagine being best friends with Michael.
You and Michael have been best friends for as long as you can both remember, you've been there watching him and his friends' band, 5SOS, grow into the huge well-known band they are today.

You promised Michael since the beginning that you'd be there for him; and you've stuck to your word. You go to every 5SOS concert, showing your support to Michael and the boys; being more and more proud of what him and the boys have accomplished every time.

Like all your best friends, Michael has been very protective of you, you see is as a brother-sister relationship thing... Especially when it came to boyfriends, Michael helped you a lot through your prat ex-boyfriends.

But now you're with your new boyfriend, Tom; things are going pretty well, you've been together for 2 months regardless of the few arguments here and there. But ever since you told Michael and Michael met Tom, he's never approved of him, said that you could do better than "scum" like him, he didn't deserve you - that kinda thing.

But you just brushed it off, Michael was being the supportive best friend that you've always known him to be; besides, you really liked Tom, and he liked you - so that's all that mattered...right?

The boys are playing a pretty big gig tonight in yours and their hometown, of course you were going, and you decided to bring Tom with you.
Michael wasn't too happy about this, but he focused on the fact that you were going and to him, that was all that mattered.

Michael and the boys are up on the stage and you're in the crowd with Tom, not too far from the stage so Michael can still see you. Throughout the night, Michael sends you silly faces and winks, to which you return with a giggle; only for it to brush Tom up the wrong way which then, causes an argument.

You couldn't see the big deal; but to Tom, it was more than a big deal - Tom was adamant on the fact that you and Michael were having a fling behind his back. You yelled back saying that Michael is your best friend and that all there is between you both is just banter, but Tom still believes otherwise.

The argument escalates and before you know it, you & Tom are yelling at each other; and little do you know Michael is watching every minute of it from up the stage.

Tom storms off, leaving you in the crowd alone. You feel your eyes begin to water and as you look up to the stage you see Michael staring directly at you, frowning with a look of guilt and sadness.

He mouths to you, "You okay?" You wipe your eyes, preventing the tears about to fall and nod to Michael forcing a small smile. You can tell by his expression that he doesn't believe you for a minute.

Finally the song that they are playing ends, and Michael speaks into the microphone, "Guys, I'll be back in one minute, I just need to go check something with my uh..guitar, be right back!"

And before he walks off to the side of the stage, he makes eye contact with you and gestures his head to the side of the stage, telling you to come over too.

Slowly and confused, you do so anyway. You finally get to the side of the stage, security were reluctant to let you in but luckily Liz saw you coming so she told the security guards you were with them, which you were technically.

You approach Michael and he opens his arms pulling you into one of his big tight (but not so tight) hugs, the hugs he knew you loved so much. He mumbles, "Where's he gone?"

You whisper, "Mm?"

"The dickbag. Where's he gone?"

You rolled your eyes, "I don't even care anymore."

"Are you okay?"

"Michael, I'm fine..."

"Don't lie to me Emma, I know you better than anyone."

That was all it took for the waterworks to come flooding into action. Next thing you knew, you were crying into Michael's baggy sweater, his arms protectively wrapped around you as he comforted you.

You muttered, "I wish I had listened to you when you said he didn't seem genuine.. How stupid am I to think that any guy will actually like me, any guy that isn't a prick? Or are they all like that?"

Michael didn't say anything for a moment, but you felt his arms stiffen around you for a second before he let go of you and spat out, "I'm gonna kill him." And turned around.

You pulled him back by his arm saying, "Michael don't. You have a concert, remember.....??"

"Screw the concert! The guys can still play without me! My main priority is that one of the main girls in my life -besides my mum- is upset by some dickbag, who's led her to believe that no guy will ever like her when she can't even see someone who is seriously in love with her!!"

Your eyes widen listening to Michael and you're not totally sure of what you just heard; did he seriously mean that or did he just say that because he was in a ranting mode?

You bite your lip sighing, "Michael, come on, who would be stupid enough to like me?"

Michael takes a deep breath before replying, "Me, Emma. I'm the stupid person that not only likes you, but has been in love with you for the past year, if not more."

You stare up at Michael, not totally sure whether or not to believe him.

You ask, "Michael...why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Because whenever I actually wanted to, something always came in the way! New dates, new boyfriends, band practice, touring, family...and I always dreaded that once I told you and you didn't feel the same, I would've lost you as a best friend..."

Michael is now looking down and playing with the baggy sleeves of his jumper. Honestly, you don't know what to say...
So instead, you step in closer to Michael, wrap your arms around his neck which causes him to look up from his hands and directly into your eyes, and just kiss him gently.
It felt weird kissing your best friend, but a good weird; like it was meant to be...

You pull away and smile, "I liked you too Michael, and all you had to do was tell me; it didn't matter when or where because I probably would've replied by kissing you like I am now."

He rolls his eyes chuckling, "I know, I know. I'm an idiot."

You giggle, "Yeah, but finally, you're my idiot."