5SOS Imagines and Preferences

You always had a small crush on popular neighbor Michael Clifford, but somehow you were really good at ignoring your feelings. The two of you grew up together and as children, you wouldn't leave his side. But things changed when high school came along. All of a sudden, you weren't as much together. You would still hang out occasionally, but just not every second. Sometimes you would go to the movies together or hang out at a café. You would talk about everything and tell each other about the lives you were now living. You weren't as popular as him, but you still had friends. Michael wasn't the athletic douche that you saw in chick flicks, but he was actually smart. That wasn't the case with you. You were all-right, but when it came to math, you sucked. And you accidentally told him about the new assignment and how hard it was.

"I can help you. " He offered, taking a sip from his coke. You looked up at him with an excited expression, well knowing you might actually do well if Michael helped you.

"Yes Mikey! " You yelled, making Michael embarrassed and look around him. Your stomach twisted when he looked back at you with his beautiful grey eyes. Recently, the feelings for him had been bobbling up again, making you cringe. Being in love with Michael was the last thing you wanted to be.

But when the doorbell rang a Saturday night, you rushed down from your room with an excitement and opened the door. You both quickly found your books and sat down by the dinner table.

"Okay, what is it you don't understand? " Michael looked down in your textbook, his eyes skimming the page.

"Everything. " You laughed and found your pencil. Normally you would do assignment on computer, but today it seemed easier to do it on paper. Michael sighed and started by the first problem.

"Sweetie, this is very simple. " He chuckled and looked up at you. You were sitting with elbows on the table, trying to catch your breath after his little nickname for you.

"Literally, all you have to do is to multiple the third number with... " His voice wasn't clear anymore, just beautiful. You weren't staring at the paper, where Michael was trying to explain the task to you.

"Then you subtract the distance... " He was drawing with a calm hand, but you didn't know what he was drawing since your eyes were locked on his beautiful side profile. How could you let yourself feel this way about your childhood bestie?

"Y/N, have you listened to anything I just told you? " He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms with a smirk.

"No. " You whispered, avoiding all eye contact.

"I pretty much just did half of your homework, but you didn't listen? " He asked leaning forward again, so he was facing you.

"Thanks? " You whispered with a small stutter. Michael chuckled and started over again.

"Try to actually listen this time. " He ordered with a grin and starting drawing again. But how could you concentrate when he was sitting there? He wasn't more than a few inches away from you, so you could smell his cologne. A couple of minutes went by where you were just dazing, thinking about the oh so perfect Michael.

"Seriously, is it that hard to concentrate? " He laid the pen down and turned around, so his face was dangerously close to yours.

"Yes. " You mumbled under your breath, but he could clearly hear you.

"How come? What is it that is distracting you? " He leaned his forehead against yours, breathing the same air as you now. You could hear the clock ticking with the seconds being that long. There was absolute silence in the room, expect for the ticking clock and the cars outside. But you could only focus on Michael.

"You. " You could barely answer before Michael smashed his lips into yours. You closed your eyes immediately, letting your lips move in his rhythm. His tongue licked your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You gladly accepted him and soon he was almost pushing you of your chair. You placed your hands behind his neck as he put a hand on your thigh and one behind your lower back, slowly letting his fingers under your shirt.

"Y/N! " A familiar voice sounded behind you. You pulled away from Michael, already missing him, and looked towards the voice. Your mom was standing in the doorframe with a smug grin and some grocery bags. You looked at Michael, who looking at his feet and itching his neck. A small smile spread across your face as you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the living room.

"We'll be upstairs. " You yelled at your mom as Michael ran behind you.

"Don't have sex! " Your mom stuttered as you closed the door to your bedroom.