#michael 5secondsofsummer

Happy Birthday

So nothing was going right for me at the moment. I currently stood in my tiny kitchen, leaning against the counter, Y/B/F, standing in front of me as I try not to have a meltdown. Taking deeply needed breaths she handed me a glass of water which I could only imagine was wine.

"You have to tell him." She moved back to the other side of the kitchen. "He has to know.

"But what if he doesn't-" I cut myself off.

"He'd be crazy if he didn't want you... want you both." She smiled at me. "Come on. Go and give him your present." She all but pushed me out of the kitchen.

Before we got the back door to go out to the patio where the boys sat drinking a beer in celebration for Michael's birthday, I overheard a bit of their conversation and stopped.

"-like I want more then 1, mostly because I know how much it sucks growing up an only child." Michael said to the boys.

"I totally get that. But not brothers, they suck." Luke laughed with the other boys.

"Well sisters aren't any better." Calum took a swig of his beer. "Have you been in my room?" He tried to sound like Mali.

"Where'd you put my hairbrush?" Ashton joined in with his own girly voice.

"Get out of the bathroom, I need to do my makeup!" Calum laughed.

"Maybe you guys just got unlucky." Michael laughed taking a long sip of his beer.

"You got that right." Luke laughed. "2 older brothers is unlucky."

"Have you talked to Y/N about having kids?" Ashton suddenly asked.

"No." Michael got a little quieter as I stained to hear then. "I don't know, I feel like maybe she would think were too young or something about my career and a baby stopping that, you know."

"Well, you can just talk about it for now." Calum looked around as the others nodded, confirming that.

"You'd be a great dad Michael. Little hell bent on punk rock, but a great dad." Ashton laughed.

"Imagine like 4 or 5 little Michael and Y/N's, running around... you'd never have a quiet moment of your life ever again." Luke laughed, causing the others to laugh.

"Go now." Y/B/F, pushed you a little out the door, causing the laughter to die down.

"Okay..." I smiled. "Present time." I said as Michael pulled me onto his lap.

"Sweet." Michael smiled. "Who's first?"

Getting through everyone's present was fairly quick... well too quick for me. Michael held me on his lap the entire process of him opening his presents. By the end Y/B/F handed me mine, a simple red envelope. Everyone looked slightly confused, considering I usually went all out on presents.

"I know, it looks like I'm the worst girlfriend ever right now." I nervously laughed. "But just open it and read it."

"Okay then." Michael said taking the envelope.

Opening it, he pulled out a small piece of white paper folded in half. He opened it and read quietly to himself what I had written;

                                                            Michael...

I hope that next year on your birthday all three of us can celebrate it together. I love you and hope you have a great birthday after this surprise.

                                                               Y/N xx

Michael's frowned, obviously confused and read the small piece of paper three maybe four more times. Looking up at me he looked lost, and all I could do was smile nervously.

"3." I said a little more confidently.

"What did she get you?" Calum's voice carried over the heavy silence.

"Yeah. Tickets to somewhere amazing? A new car?" Ashton asked with a slight laugh.

"No." Michael said. "I don't actually know what she got me." He said looking into my eyes.

"I want 3. It's a perfect number really." I smiled thinking about it. "And we've already started."

"3 what?" Michael asked.

Without saying a word, I took his hand, moving the envelope and paper onto the table behind me now. I placed his hand onto my stomach just over the 4 month bump that had formed. Michael's eyes widened, his breath catching, his hand behind my back holding onto me a little bit more tightly.

"Fuck me." Michael breathed out.

"I did. And look where that's gotten us." I laughed as he pulled me down to kiss him.

His lips were soft, but the intensity of what he was saying was heard. He loved me and I loved him and we would both love this baby. Pushing his forehead onto mine, he looked down between us to where his head still sat.

"So, what she get you?" Luke asked, impatiently waiting to see what I had gotten Michael.

"Well..." I said turning to look at the rest of the boys. "It'll be here in about 4-5 months. And loud and messy and cute." I smiled.

"I'm gonna be a dad." Michael whispered into my ear as he leaned his chin onto my shoulder.

"What was that?" Ashton asked.

"I'm gonna be a dad. Like there is a baby growing inside of Y/N right now." Michael all but shouted.

It took all of 5 seconds for the boys to react. Beers forgotten, cheers and congratulations were given, but Michael refused to let me go. And maybe we'd be alright, maybe I didn't have anything to be worried about anymore.

We’re Happy

High school was a nightmare... I was naïve to think that maybe University and the real world would be better. Really, it was like some cruel joke to people like me. People who didn't fit into those perfect little boxes, whom weren't always smiles and rainbows. I mean, I tried to be, smiles and rainbows, getting involved.

I was captain of our girls' soccer team from grade 10 to graduation, I partied every other weekend with everyone, and I tutored and was a role model to the younger class. But sometimes I couldn't keep smiling, I couldn't keep lying and my mask would fall away. I would lock myself in my room for days on end, sleeping the entire time, never once looking into a mirror, for I knew my soul would reflect back and I would end up in a bloody heap on my bathroom floor with wrist that belonged in a slasher film.

I was one of the lucky ones. I meet this guy, who knew what I was going through and he became my friend. He didn't expect anything more than my friendship and it was what I needed .By the time we were 19, I had stopped hating myself as much and found other methods to deal. It's the reason today that I carry a black marker with me wherever I am or whatever I'm doing.

Now though, he was famous, touring with his band, I was in my 3rd year of University. We were 2 years clean and just about to celebrate our 1st anniversary. It was inevitable for us to find love in the darkest of our times. We found light in one another and refuse to let it burn out.

Unfortunately, today was a dark day, and I didn't know what to do, I was slightly panicked and I didn't know how to help the one person that has helped me.

"Michael?" I asked as he sat on the edge of our shared bed. "What are you doing? We need to finish packing."

"Why?" he asked looking down at his hands, long black sleeves covering his arms and most of his hands. "They don't need me, Y/N. They could do it all without the ugly one."

"What are you talking about?" I asked concerned.

"Look, I just don't want to go anymore. Okay?" Michael snapped, still not looking at me.

"Michael," I walked around and crouched down in front of him. "What happened?"

"Why am I doing this?" He asked like a small broken child, tears standing his cheeks.

"Because you found something you love." I answered, taking one of his hands in mine.

"But it doesn't love me back." He whispered. "What did I ever do wrong?"

"Nothing." I whispered back to him. "You have done nothing wrong."

"Y/N." He said, trying to pull his hands away from me.

But it was too late. I had already seen it. Tiny rivers of red stained his hands, and when I moved his sleeve up, I saw more and more blood trailing up his arm.

I didn't say anything, or move for a few moments. Because I didn't have to. Michael knew I wasn't mad or disappointed in him, because I had been worse when we first meet. No, I wouldn't be upset about this, I would be calm, because that's what he needed at the moment... love.

I stood from the floor and walked around the bed to my nightstand, taking the black marker from it. Walking back to Michael under his lost gaze I sat next to him on the bed. Taking his hands again. I rolled his sleeve up to his biceps, taking the lid off the marker between my lips and putting it behind us on the bed as I drew the first tally mark next to the last scaring mark.

"1, because I love you." I looked into his watery eyes, drawing another tally mark. "2, because you are light." As I drew the next line I bought his wrist up and kissed it. "3, you are by far the strongest man I have known." My voice dropped to a whisper. Drawing the next tally I moved a little closer to him. "4, never doubt what you love, for it loves you back wholeheartedly." The next tally I drew I looked into his eyes, laugh lines visible as I smiled softly at him. "5... you are my sunshine."

Michael leaned over and kissed me, leaving everything he could have said in the kiss. Pulling away, I leaned my forehead onto his and smiled.

"I'm happy." I whispered. "You're happy." Knowing that with time it would be the truth. "We're happy."

"We're happy." He whispered back. "I love you." He kissed me lightly again. "We're happy."

Okay, first off; we are now best friends because you’re adorable and have amazing music taste. And secondly, I like Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, Reliant K, Switchfoot, Skillet, All Time Low, Blink-182, One Direction, The Vamps, etc.

Ship: This dude named Michael, used to ride motorcycles.

Why: You two would be so cute with dying your hair together (which btw, if you want to continue to dye it without it falling out use vegan products; it keeps it healthy and extremely soft) and go to concerts together as well as take great selfies and annoy people with how awesome you two are lol.

Preference: 

"Can you sign this?" Another pretty fan asked your boyfriend at the meet ‘n’ greet. Of course all the fans were pretty, but some made you feel really self-conscious with how gorgeous they are. You sat there quietly as the meet ‘n’ greet continued watching Michael and the rest of the boys sign things for fans and make their years. You chuckled as you remember those days, but now you get to cuddle him every night for the past 8 months. 

You sighed once more as a fan giggled and flirted with your boyfriend, it wasn’t that you thought you were ugly, you just thought you were average. Not too pretty, not too ugly, just average. You felt a kiss on your cheek and blushed as you turned to face Michael. “Hi,” Michael mumbled smiling. You pecked his lips,”Hi.” 

"I missed you," he muttered.

You pulled away,”I was right behind you the entire time.”

He shook his head,” Not close enough.”

"And how close is close enough?"

He pulled you tight against his body abruptly, causing you to squeal. “Michael!”

"This is close enough." he said as he nuzzled his head in your neck.

You ran your hand through his hair and sighed.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" He pulled away and looked at you.

You shrugged while looking down.

"No no no no, don’t pull that with me, what’s wrong?" He said lifting your chin.

"I don’t know." You muttered.

"Sydni…"

"I’m not pretty," you mumbled.

"What? Sydni, you’re fucking gorgeous! I’m worried that one day you’re going to realize just how out of my league you are and leave me for someone better. Baby, you’re perfect, gorgeous, sexy, beautiful, and amazing. I love the way that you trip over air, or how you rock at drums and suck at guitar. Princess, why would you ever think that?"

"I just see all these pretty fans and i don’t know."

"Yes, they’re pretty, but they’re not you. I don’t want anyone else," He cupped your face," I. Just. Want. You." He kissed your lips after each word. You smiled and deepened his last kiss. You lightly scratched his scalp eliciting a moan. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours," Wanna go play video games or learn guitar?"

"Guitar!" You exclaimed running off with Michael chasing after you.

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