5sos imagines

Michael Clifford: you

Michaels POV:
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I watched as you sat across from me during dinner every night. We had a tiny apartment in Australia. It was super hot and the A/C messed up again. Sadly, neither you or I had money to fix it.

You sat crisscrossed on the weak chair, you had a tiny white tank top and running shorts on. Your hair was in a bun and your body was damped with sweat. But you were still beautiful to me.

You picked up your fork and ate out of the cup filled with noodles. You were exhausted from your two jobs to even wash the dishes. I made sure to wash them that night while you took your cold shower.

"Guess what?" I asked you. You look up from the table and gave me a small smile. "What's up?" You asked stuffing your mouth with more noodles.

"We're going to make it, I promise."

5 years later

And I kept my promise.

You sat in front of me with your Versace dress. You hair was curled and you applied your makeup perfectly. So beautiful.

We sat on chairs that cost more than our old apartment. You were eating your grilled chicken with mushrooms. Gross.

"I don't understand why you had to bring me to this place. We both know know we could've spent our anniversary in another setting." You complained.

"You're right." I say throwing my hand up in the air for the waiter to bring me the check.

"Where are we going?" You asked putting your silverware down.

"To get Chinese takeout. I can't even cut this damn steak." I whisper so no one heard. Well the old lady beside us did, she gave me an ugly look.

You gave me a small giggle and held my hand, speed walking to the elevator after I paid for the bill. When the elevator doors closed and we were stuck in our own privacy you pulled me in and told me the words I never get tired of hearing.

"I love you."