5sos Imagines (Some Smut ;) )

Michael Clifford

Luke, Ashton, Michael, Calum, Y/F/N, Y/BoyF/N and I are all at our high school hanging out at the track field. Its a Saturday, but this is one of our go to hang out spots. Don't ask why, it's just is.

Y/F/N and Ash are having a race on the track. I was a part of the race but I gave up and lied down on it instead. I am so out if shape it is ridiculous. But am I gonna work out? Nope. I heard laughing and looked towards it. The boys were laughing at me. Y/BoyF/N jogged to me laughing.

He slung me over his shoulder. Surprisingly I wasn't wet. Its the beginning of fall, but there's still some snow. So I'm wearing blue ripped skinny jeans, black bearpaw boots because I'm a basic Bitch, and a long sleeve black shirt.

I laugh as Y/BoyF/N carries me back to our group. Y/F/N won the race because she cheated. Ash wasn't happy but got over it.

"Damn that snow is cold." I say, shivering. Y/BoyF/N let's me down and I rub my covered arms.

"I don't have my jumper but maybe one of the boys could let you use theirs?" Y/BoyF/N suggested. I shake my head and look at the guys. They all look at Michael.

"No, its okay." I lie. I'm actually turning numb from being cold but I don't want Michael to freeze.

"No its fine." Michael says, taking off his jumper and handing it to me. "I have more fat so I can stay warm. Plus, if I get too cold I will steal Calums." I laugh and so does everyone else. I put in Michaels toasty warm jumper. It smells like him, cologne, mint, and slight cigarette but it works. I like his smell.

"Thanks." I say shyly. I wish I could say the sweater went all the way down to my knees and was very very large on me, but that would be lying. His jacket fits me just right. Its kind of big on me, but not as much as I'd like it to be.

I don't like my body. I have a muffin top, C cup boobs which I hate so much, "thunder thighs" and acne. Its not my fault about the acne. I've had it my whole life and I don't wear foundation because my mom always told me foundation makes it worse. I've been bullied numerous times about my acne and such.

"No problem." Michael said with a grin. I smile back. Y/BoyF/N wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. I giggle and wrap my arms around his waist.

I love my friends and boyfriend so much.

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"No, Y/N. I'm not kidding." Michael says, his voice cracking at the end.

"Why didn't he tell me?" I ask weakly. My eyes watering.

"H-he didn't want you to hurt." He answers.

"It hurts more not saying goodbye." I say, tears running down my face. He frowns and pulls me into a hug.

Y/BoyF/N had to move to America and he didn't tell me. He is gone and I don't know when I can see him again.

I cry hard into Michaels chest and he rubs my back.

"Its okay. Let it out, Y/N. Let it out." He whispers softly. After a few minutes I stop crying. He keeps holding me, but I'm not complaining. I need my best friend.

"Does this mean we're over?" I ask him. He sighs.

"Yes." He says weakly. I nod and look down. He releases me and I wipe my cheeks.

"Everything happens for a reason." I say. "We just weren't meant to be."

"You're okay, right?" Michael asked. I look up at him and realize how attractive he actually is. His big green eyes are glossy and full of concern, his dirty blond fringe styled perfectly, his blue varsity jacked he most likely stole from Calum fit him just right, and his blue jeans that make his butt prominent. Normally he wears black skinny jeans but I guess he was feeling adventurous today.

"Yeah." I breath out with an encouraging smile.

"Promise?" He asked like a little kid. I giggle slightly and nod.

"I promise."