Michael Clifford was always known as being loud, funny, not so punk rock, creative, and just all around Michael. His life was at a great point as he was surrounded with screaming fans, music, and the best bandmates anyone could ask for. But all too soon, it starts going downhill. The fans become more like tormentors and his best friends seem to forget all about him. What happens when they push Michael too far? Michael changes. He loses the loudness, his sense of humor, his motivation, even his personality. Michael changes so much that there is only one word that anyone uses to describe him anymore. Quiet. And who could be the one to change that? Luke Hemmings.

"You know, when lights die in Vegas, they throw them into a great, big graveyard. Filled with all the other lights. They never get a second chance. Isn't that sad?" "We could light them up again." ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ - lightly based on songs by The 1975 - Muke fanfiction Rated R for obvious reasons COMPLETED WARNING: This story will feature things such as drugs, sex, violence, language, ect. It is strongly cautioned that if you are under the age of seventeen, you assess whether or not you are mature enough to read graphic material. I do not believe in sheltering children, so it is entirely up to you on whether or not you view this. Stealing this story, rewriting it, or translating it without permission is ILLEGAL!

❝our story isn't over, it's just forever unfinished.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas