Request: Cont. on that last ask: one 5sos member finds you on the 5sos tag on tumblr and message you but as a fake tumblr person and you end up meeting them a few months later thinking you’ve found this cool 5sos fan and BOOM it’s your fave and he’s totally got a crush on you.
(A/N): This idea is literally amazing and I’m really sorry for effing it up, but I tried really hard to make it good!x
'hey guys, pls message me i'm like uber bored.' You typed into the post box before tagging 5sosfam, because, although you weren’t expecting someone to do it, you hoped a fellow fan would stop by your inbox to chat. You mindlessly scrolled through your dashboard, liking and reblogging things you found funny, saw as inspirational, or thought were cool, most of them having to do with 5 Seconds Of Summer. But after a few minutes, you became restless and decided you were bored, so you refreshed your dashboard, the sole reason being you hoped something more exciting would pop up. And it did.
Much to your surprise, you saw that you had a new message. You eagerly clicked on it to head to your inbox, silently cursing how long it was taking to load.
‘Hi :D I’m bored to! Wanna talk?’ You read the message and a small smile crept up onto your face. In the past, you had spoken to people online, but it had never really lasted. Although you knew you shouldn’t get your hopes up—especially since you had only received a single message—you couldn’t help it.
‘Yeah! So I’m guessing you like 5sos then? You got a fave?’ You typed quickly.
Moments later, you got a response:
‘I guess you could say that haha and not really but if I had to choose i’d say Luke probably. Who’s yours?’
‘Idk I like them all but I’m definitely a Michael girl :P’
‘Hah oh cool he’s alright. So how are you? I’m Todd’
‘I’m (Y/N)! And i’m okay thanks it’s just been a long day. and you?’
It was pure small talk, really, but you stayed on with each other for a couple of hours. You learned that he, Todd, was just a year older than you, loved music, had a strange love for things like Pokemon, and would do nearly anything to simply travel the world and appreciate it.
As you felt your eyelids grow heavy, you looked at the time: 3:25. And I have to go to school tomorrow… You sighed loudly.
‘I’m really sorry Todd but I have to go to bed now. I have school tomorrow :/’ You hit the answer button with a heavy heart, wanting to keep chatting with this not-so-stranger.
‘Oh okay! um, have fun I guess…?’ You received only a moment later. You reached forward to close your laptop, but stopped as you saw yet another notification.
‘talk later?’ Showed up at the top of your inbox.
Smiling, you responded quickly.
‘ARE YOU SHITTING ME RN?¿??¿?’ You typed frantically into your phone.
Todd had just revealed that he was going to be in your area in a few days. You had been speaking almost every day for over five months over Tumblr and then eventually Kik. Over that period of time, he had become one of—if not your closest friend. You had told him almost everything, from school and family stress to what you had had for dinner. And he did the same. You had built an unbelievable amount of trust with him in a shorter amount of time than you had known most of your friends at school. On some days, Todd seemed to be your only anchor, one of the only reasons you hadn’t yet completely lost your sanity.
‘No lies, I swear xD’ You received seconds later. ‘I’m going on a trip with some of my friends and were gonna be around (Y/T/N)’
‘no way! I can’t believe that!’
‘Well believe it cuz its happening!’
Your smile grew until your cheeks hurt.
‘How long are you guys staying for?!’
‘Only 2 days :( then we need to keep moving. We’ve got a tight schedule’
‘Oh.’ You entered, feeling a little discouraged. ‘would you want to meet up or do you not have the time??’
‘I can make the time :)’ Todd sent. ‘only if you want to though obviously’
‘I’d honestly love to.’ You thought for a moment, trying to come up with the best place you could meet up. Although you had been speaking with this boy for almost half a year, you had never once seen his face or heard his voice. And it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, but you still wanted to be smart and careful.
‘There’s this small café on Main Street downtown. Would there be okay?’ You decided.
‘Um,’ you received in return. ‘Are there a lot of people there?’
Your eyes widened.
‘shit that probably sounded rlly creepy i’m sorry! I just don’t really do well with crowds i guess. They can be scary sometimes :/’
‘It isn’t a big place so not many could fit anyway and there’s usually at least a couple of people in there with the couple that own the place.’ You typed slower than before, furrowing your eyebrows.
‘Oh okay. Sorry I know how weird that sounded but its really kinda hard to explain.’
‘It’s fine, really. Got to go for supper. Talk later?’
‘yeah, sure :)’
You sat at a table for two, tapping your fingers against the wooden surface. Last you had heard, you were going to meet Todd at this very shop at eleven o’clock. But at a quarter after, you were still on your own, staring at the empty chair in front of you.
“Hey,” the kind waitress came by once again, to check on you. “Do you want to get a drink or something for while you wait?”
“Um yeah, sure.” You said slowly. “Could I just have a coffee please?”
She flashes you a quick, warm smile. “Sure thing! The usual?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Please.”
“Alright, I’ll be back in a second, (Y/N).”
As she walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had been stood up by your friend. But maybe he’s just late, you tried to tell yourself. But you weren’t sure how long you should wait for him.
“Here you are,” the teen came back with a steaming mug.
“Thank you.” You said, offering a small, distracted smile.
“No problem! Just let me know if you want or need anything else.”
You simply nodded.
With each second that passed, you became more and more unsure of yourself. You alternated almost mechanically between playing with your hands and drinking your coffee, a feeling of disappointment growing inside you. As you decided that your fingers weren’t interesting anymore, you grabbed your cream-coloured mug with both hands. Bringing it to your lips, you were surprised when you received only a drop of liquid. Then, with a heavy heart, you sighed. You stood up, wrapped your scarf around your neck and reached for your jacket, which had been resting on the back of your chair. Just as your fingers brushed the fabric, a hand reached out and snatched your wrist.
“What are you—” As your eyes trailed up the person’s hand, which had an anchor tattoo near the webbing between the thumb and index finger, and up their arm, your words died in your throat.
“(Y/N)?” His voice sounded just as it did in all those videos and interviews you had seen. He looked the same too, besides his ever-changing hair colour.
You have a small nod, still in shock and in no way sure how to react. “But w-why?” Was all you could muster, thoughts flying through your head at dangerous speeds, although each was its very own bullet train.
“I’m so, so sorry I’m late. I ran into a crowd of fans and I tried to get here as soon as possible, but I guess it wasn’t soon enough.” He looked down at your hand, which still hovered above your coat. Then, he released his grip on your wrist. His green eyes filled with sadness and guilt. “So you’re leaving?”
Slowly, you placed your hand on the back of the chair. And much to Michael’s surprise, you pulled it out and took a seat.
“No.” You said slowly and quietly.
Relief washed over his face and a smile—the one you had always only ever seen through a screen—replaced his worried look. “Okay, thank you so much. I know this is insane, trust me: I don’t really think I get any of this either. But can I please just explain everything?”
You nodded, eyes wide.
“You know,” the musician chuckled. “I think it’s important you know that I really am Todd.”
You cocked an eyebrow. At this point you weren’t even sure how you felt: confused, lied to, excited, sad.
“Wait, that didn’t really make sense, did it?”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you shook your head. This is insane, none of this makes sense! “Not at all.” You choked out.
Michael’s smile grew at the sight of yours. “Then let me try again: everything I told you about me is true, asides from my name. I swear. There were some things I left out, but that was only because I didn’t want you to, you know…”
“Freak out? Use you?” You tried.
“See me differently.”
Slowly, you nodded once again.
Silence then reigned over your table until the waitress came back around.
“Hi guys,” she said warmly. “Can I get you anything?”
“Coffee, please? And a muffin?” You requested softly, having a hard time finding your voice.
“Of course, the usual I’m guessing?”
“And for the muffin?”
“Okay, now for you?” She turned to Michael.
“Uh, just a hot chocolate and whatever muffin she’s getting, please.” He smiled timidly.
With the words: “Sounds good, you guys. I’ll be back in a minute!” She left.
Once again, there was silence between you and the guitarist. By the time your food and drinks had been dropped off at your table, you had still not exchanged a word. Then, as Michael took a sip of his drink, flinching away a bit as it was too hot, you cleared your throat.
“So I’ve been Internet friends with Michael Clifford for the past five months.” You said, nodding slightly, to no one in particular.
“Yeah, um, I guess you have.” The boy facing you laughed.
“I don’t even know what to say…” You sighed.
“Are you mad?” He asked, sounding worried. “I mean, I get it if you are but—”
“No. Well, yes.” You said quickly. “I don’t know.”
“Do you think I could explain everything? Like, from the beginning?”
You took a sip of your drink before speaking. “Please do.”