Michael clifford imagines;-)

This is a Michael Clifford imagine book

I'll update sooner or later just when I have time I have to suffer thru school


This is fúcking shit school why sorry for the language

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14. cuddle time?

“Come on Y/N, come cuddle!” your boyfriend, Michael, called from the other side of the room. He was lying sprawled across your bed, Daniel the lion safely tucked under his arms.

“No, I’m studying,” you rolled your eyes with a sigh. You didn’t want to be a moody bitch but you really needed to get your English draft handed in tomorrow.

Michael insisted on coming over to your house, despite your protests. Every few minutes he would distract you with whines and grumbles- begging for a cuddle or a round of FiFa. You couldn’t blame him really, you two haven’t seen each other for such a long time- and he did just come back from the tour two days ago.

“10 minute break! I’m dying of boredom here!” he continued on with his whining, making you feel more annoyed than ever.

You spun around on your chair with a glare, “I never told you to come over. You can fuck off Michael!” You instantly regretted as the harsh words slipped of your tongue.

Michael looked genuinely hurt, his green eyes wavering a little. He slowly shifted from the bed into a standing position, placing Daniel onto the pillows. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he walked out without a word- making you feel like the worst girlfriend ever.

You bit your lip in worry and tried to convince yourself that Michael would be fine and you can just call him later in the night. You tried to focus on your draft but your mind kept on wandering onto Michael.

You and Michael hardly got angry at each other, even though you two have been dating for almost a year now. You knew that he didn’t mean to annoy you and the guilt was growing even more as the clock ticked by.

“Michael,” you called out your room.

No response. You knew he was still in the house because you haven’t him walk out the door. Nervously biting down your lips, you called out again, this time even more loud, “Michael!”

Again no response, so with a big sigh, you walked downstairs- knowing MIchael he was probably sulking in the living room while playing his video games.

Like you predicted, Michael was playing Call of Duty with a small frown on his face. You cleared your throat and sat next to him, hoping to grab his attention. His eyes were glued on the screen, his fingers dancing across the controller.

“Look, I’m sorry babe,” you said quietly, looking down at your hands. You hated apologising and Michael knew that as well.

He paused the game and looked at you with a smirk, “What for?” he sang with his arms crossed across his chest.

“For being a bitch,” you rolled your eyes jokingly but you were secretly glad that he forgave you so quickly.

“Cuddle time?” he put his arms out with a kitten like face.

You mentally aww’d and dived into his arms, knocking you two onto the soft carpet- earning a groan from Michael as you lay on top of him.

“Cuddle time,” you gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek and buried your face into his arms.


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