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Internet Friend - Michael imagine

[This might suck but I’m kinda sad and have terrible writer’s block. I promise the next thing I write will be one of your requests.]

~ six months ago ~


You sat on your bed, scrolling through Tumblr on your laptop in the same position you had been occupying for the last several minutes. You weren’t an insanely popular blog; a few hundred followers, half a dozen mutuals who talked to you regularly. Your blog was a little bit of everything; gifsets that made you laugh, quotes that made you think, text posts that you related to, and occasionally your own original poetry, short stories, and artwork. You decided to stop scrolling through your favorite band’s tag and check your inbox on the off chance that someone had messaged you. To your surprise, there was a new ask from someone whose url you didn’t recognize:

‘Hi, I read your poem about bullying last night, and I would just like to say that the things you said were truly beautiful. I love youre writing :D’

You smiled and typed a quick reply: ’ *your. and thanks! i wrote that poem a loooong time ago though, how did you find it?’

The reply didn’t come until a few hours later when you checked your inbox after dinner.

'This is embarassing but I kind of stalked your blog that’s weird isn’t it I’m so sorry’’

You giggled out loud as you typed a new answer: 'don’t be sorry, that’s extremely flattering! I hope you don’t mind if I stalk yours back though (because i’m going to oops)’

And stalk you did. The person’s blog had a simple layout, like they couldn’t have been bothered to waste time on it. They reblogged a lot of sarcastic text posts, photosets of bands like Blink-182 and Green Day, various stuff related to video games you had never heard of, and other random things like pizza and ninja turtles. You found yourself reblogging and liking a lot of their posts, before finally checking your inbox again after nearly an hour. You had two new asks.

'Nooooo please don’t my blog sucks its so disorganized :( ’

'WOMAN STOP LITERALLY ALL OF MY NOTES ARE YOU’

You grinned, rolling your eyes at the silliness. 'it’s fine, i really love your blog. we have a lot of common interests, actually. definitely gonna follow you.’

The reply came less than two minutes later: 'YES PLEASE BE MY BEST FRIEND YOURE ONE OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS’

'OKAY I WILL MY NAME IS (Y/N) WHO ARE YOU’

'IM MICHAEL IT IS VERY NICE TO MEET YOU (Y/N)’

And that was how it all began.


~ five months ago ~


You were now on summer vacation, which naturally meant you spent most of your free time on Tumblr. You now talked to Michael more than any of your other mutuals, always finding yourself laughing over his messages. You really did have a lot in common, and he was one of your favorite people even though you had no idea where he lived, what he looked like, or even his last name. The two of you just… clicked.

He brought it up out of nowhere, in the middle of a conversation.

'Hey do you know 5 seconds of summer?’

You scraped your teeth across your lip as you thought of a reply. 'Sort of. They’re a band right? I think my friend listens to them…’

Less than a minute later, 'Theyre this really cool band. Plus their guitar player has the same name as me and really sick hair :P’

'should I look them up?’ You replied.

'Yeah. Here, click on this link. Its their cover of I Miss You by Blink because I know you love them. pleaseeee listen to it I bet youll love it’

You clicked the link, closing your eyes as the music began. You were actually surprised by the quality of the cover. They were obviously really talented, and you found yourself falling in love with the different voices singing. You ended up clicking another link to a related video, leading you to a song called “Out Of My Limit.” You found yourself listening to song after song, falling more and more in love with the band’s music style as you continued.

Almost two hours later, you finally wrote back. 'WOW I LOVE THEM i really love all the songs but the I Miss You cover is definitely my favorite, i might even like it better than the original tbh. :)’

You had no way of knowing that it was his band that you were fangirling over, no way of knowing how nervous he was while waiting for your feedback. You had no idea that his whole face lit up with a smile when he read your message. In the last month, he had grown very attached to you, despite the fact that you were just a faceless blogger on the internet. He knew that you really seemed to get him, and he valued your opinion. Knowing that you liked his music brought a sense of relief, pride, and happiness.

'I knew you would like them. :) Theyre super punk rock, just like you’

'michael, I’m pretty sure that this band is pop punk’

'Shut up (y/n) they’re punk’


~ four and a half months ago ~


He had known you for a month and a half when he saw a picture of you for the first time. It was a selfie, posted in response to a question from one of your other followers about what you looked like. His eyes widened as he took in the image of your smiling face. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach.

You were gorgeous.

It wasn’t just that you were hot, although you definitely were. You were pretty, in the kind of way that can’t be faked with cosmetics. Your smile lit up your whole face and made his chest feel warm and fuzzy. You apologized in the caption because you were wearing your hair natural; he thought it was beautiful, the way it framed your face and gently caressed your shoulders. Your eyes held so much life and light and depth, he suddenly understood why people said they were a window to the soul. Seeing you for the first time literally took his breath away. The only word he could think of to describe your image was “stunning,” because he was literally taken aback by how attractive you were.

And maybe it was because he already loved your personality. You made him laugh, put a smile on his face, but also gave him new things to think about when your conversations turned deep. Lately he had found himself talking to you at three in the morning with a soft smile on his face and wondering if it was possible to develop a crush on someome you had never met, or even seen. Now, looking into the image of your lovely eyes, he knew it was.

“Ashton!” He grabbed his friend’s arm, dragging him over to look at his laptop screen. “Remember my friend (Y/n)?”

Ashton laughed. “The one who told you Luke was her favorite member of the band last week?”

“Shut up.” Michael glared at him. “Anyway, she just posted a selfie. Look at it.”

Ashton nodded as his eyes swept over the photo. “She’s pretty hot.”

Michael shoved him. “I have dibs!”

“You’ve never even met her, Mike.”

“I don’t care. She’s amazing.”

Ashton peeked at your picture again. “If you like her all that much, you should tell her that you play guitar in her 'new favorite band.’ Invite her to one of our gigs.”

Michael shook his head. “Not yet. I don’t want her to be mad. Let me pretend to be a normal guy for a little bit longer.”

Ashton shrugged. “Okay, man. But with a face like that, I bet there’s other guys who are into her. Guys who live in her town and see her every day. Don’t wait too long.”


~ three months ago ~


You should have been getting ready. You had to leave in under two hours, and you hadn’t even washed your face yet. But you found yourself drifting to your laptop, opening the familiar website and immediately clicking on the message icon. As expected, you had a new ask from Michael.

'Yeah, I definitely agree that its an over rated song. Anyway, got any plans for this weekend?’

You bit your lip as you typed back. 'Yeah, actually. I have a date later tonight.’

When Michael read your reply, his stomach dropped. You had a date. He was jealous of your date, which was ridiculous because he lived on another continent and spent most of his time travelling the world and he had never even met you in real life and he had absolutely no right to be this infatuated with you. But he was. He couldn’t even deny that he had a huge crush on you at this point, to the point where even the boys had noticed and started teasing him about it. But he was trapped on the other side of the world from you, and you were obviously not waiting for him.

His hands might have been shaking a bit as he typed his reply. 'Really? Where is he taking you?’

You sighed. To be honest, you kind of wished it was Michael taking you out tonight. Which made you feel stupid because you had never even seen his face. The one time you asked him to send you a selfie, he said he didn’t want his appearance to change your opinion of him. And you could respect that, you supposed, although you had worried about catfishing several times. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was possible to fall in love with the idea of someone.

'We’re going to a movie, and probably to Starbucks afterwards. He’s meeting me at the theater.’

Michael couldn’t help but think that if it was him, he would pick you up and hold your hand through the whole drive and put his arm around you in the movie and let you cuddle into his side. Maybe he should tell you who he was tonight. He could beg you to cancel your date and fly out to see him, he would pay for everything, he just wanted you to be with him instead of across the world in a dark movie theater with another guy.

But he couldn’t. Because revealing his identity would change everything, and he wasn’t ready for that.

'I hope you have fun, (y/n).’


~ two months ago ~


You had tears in you eyes as you typed. 'So, turns out the whole relationship thing was a no-go’

He felt guilty for the weight that seemed to be lifted off his chest. 'What happened? :(’

'He was sucking face with some other girl in the hall today. I know we weren’t dating that long, but it still hurts ya know?’

He took a deep breath, fingers hovering over the keys before he started typing. 'If you feel comfortable giving me your number, I want to call you so we can talk about it.’

You debated for a solid five minutes. Did you really want to give your phone number out over the Internet? Did you really trust him that much? Then again, you cou always block him if you needed to. You let out a sigh before typing the digits into his ask box.

Your phone rang exactly one and a half minutes later. You clicked the answer button, hands shaking at the thought of hearing your best friend’s voice for the first time. “Hello?”

“(Y/n)?” He was breathless, heart racing at the sound of your sweet voice. “It’s Michael.”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up. His voice was lovely, soft and deep and oddly soothing. He had an accent too. You almost giggled, biting your lips to hold it back. “You’re real. You’re a real person, and I’m talking to you on the phone right now.”

“You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice.” He grinned, locking the door so none of the guys would come in and interrupt you. “You sound perfect.”

You blushed at the compliment. “Thanks, Michael.”

He loved the way you said his name. He almost asked you to say it again, just so he could hear it once more. But then he remembered that there was a reason for this call. “So. What happened, exactly?”

You talked for hours, about your ex-boyfriend, about your home towns, about music, about everything. You could have kept talking for longer, but your eyes were drooping and your head was growing heavy. Eventually, a yawn slipped from your lips, alerting Michael to your situation.

“(Y/n), what time is it there?” The worried undertone in his voice made you smile.

“… About one in the morning.”

“What? You have stuff that you have to do in a few hours! Go to bed.”

You shook you head, even though he couldn’t see you. “I don’t want to. I like talking to you.”

“I love it too, but you have to sleep. I’ll call you again soon.”

You yawned again. “Promise?”

He chuckled. “I promise. Goodnight (y/n).”

“'Night, Michael.”


~ one month ago ~


“(Y/n)?” He was laying in his bunk, whispering so he didn’t wake the others. “Do you believe in love?”

You thought for a moment before answering. “Sure, I guess. I believe in true love and soulmates and stuff. But I also believe that it takes effort, and that each person has more than one possible soul mate. I believe in love, but not the fairy tale kind.”

“What about long distance relationships?” He bit his lip. “Do you think two people in different countries could ever work out?”

“I don’t know.” You replied truthfully. “I think, eventually, one of them would have to move out where the other one lived. You can’t keep up the long distance thing forever, you know?”

“Yeah.” His voice was soft. “Yeah, I know.”

On two opposite sides of the world, two hearts ached in the wake of your words, connected by a phone call and a mutual bond that neither was ready to admit.


~ present day ~


They were in your hometown today. It was all he could think about. When he woke up way too early, he knew he was watching the same sunrise as you. When he got lunch at McDonald’s with Calum, he wondered if you had ever eaten in that restaurant. Any of these neighborhoods could be where you lived, any of the stores could be your favorite shop. There was magic in the air, though he was fairly sure it was just the idea of being close enough to see what you had seen and touch the things you had touched.

You would be in the crowd tonight. It was all he could think about. You had purchased the tickets late, but luckily it was a General Admission venue, so you still had a chance at getting close to the stage. He had decided that tonight was the night. He had to tell you.

You had talked about it on the phone the previous night, discussing every detail of the day. He knew you were planning to get to the venue early, hoping to get a good seat. He smirked at the thought of you wanting to be as close as possible to his band as they performed.

You arrived at the venue several hours before the show, joining the already forming line outside the venue. You felt a bit uncomfortable when you noticed a lot of these girls wearing much less clothing than you. You had heard rumors about groupies, although you personally didn’t believe any of it. These girls obviously did, and they were on the prowl. You hung back away from them, wishing for the dozenth time that day that you had brought a friend.

You felt someone’s hand tap your shoulder. You turned, only to shrink away slightly when you saw one of the huge security guards towering over you. “Ugh, Miss (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Y-yes?” Your eyes widened, frantically wondering what you had done wrong.

The guard gave you a kind smile. “I have an all access pass for you, ma'am. I’m supposed to bring you inside so you don’t have to wait out here. Follow me, please.”

How did you get a free pass? You wondered if you had won a contest or something. You followed the guy inside, as he lead you through the backstage area before finally stopping. He handed you the plastic pass. “If you’ll wait here, someone will be with you in just a moment.”

You stood awkwardly in the cluttered area, toying with the pass. Eventually, you pulled out your phone. You had a text from Michael: 'Hey :) Having fun at the concert venue?’

You typed a quick reply. 'idek I got here early and some security guy handed me a backstage pass and now I’m in the backstage area but no one is here?? like what’

The reply was almost instant. 'Do you think you’ll meet the bands?’

You shrugged as you typed, 'I have no clue. It’d be cool if I did but rn I’m just v confused’

Once again, he replied immediately. 'You look really cute, (y/n)’

You frowned. 'you can’t see me dear’

To your surprise, your phone started ringing. He was calling you. You answered and brought the device to your ear. “Mikey?”

“Yeah I can, (y/n).” His voice was breathless. “Turn around.”

You slowly turned around, phone still clutched to your ear. A guy stood a few feet behind you, also on the phone. His hair was bright red, his eyebrow pierced, his lips spreading into a huge grin. He was staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. When he spoke, his voice was echoed through your phone. “Hey. It’s me.”

“Michael Clifford.” You eyed him suspiciously, placing your free hand on your hip. “No freaking way.”

“Way.” He corrected, stepping cautiously towards you. “Very much way. Look.” He showed you his phone, where there were hundreds of text messages from you. “It’s me, (y/n). Are you mad?” His green eyes scanned you face apprehensively, searching for rejection.

“No.” You smirked, hanging up and putting your phone away. “I’m really glad you’re not a fourteen year old loser or a sixty year old pedophile.”

“So is it okay if I hug you?” He was hopeful but suddenly shy. He’d waited so long, and here you were. Real. Right in front of him. And so much more gorgeous in person, although he previously wouldn’t have believed it possible.

Instead of responding, you threw yourself into his arms, literally jumping on him and wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He stumbled back, wrapping his own arms around you so tightly, as if he was afraid of letting go. You buried your face in his chest, sighing happily. “You could have just told me it was your band, buttface.”

He laughed, kissing the top of your head. “I wanted to be sure you liked me for me. And then I was just scared. I thought you’d be mad that I lied to you.”

“I’m not mad.” You whispered, lifting your head to look at him. “Best surprise ever.”

He smiled, his breath once again taken away by how close you were, finally. “You’re beautiful, (y/n).”

“You’re not bad yourself, Mr. Clifford.” You giggled. “This is the best day ever.”

He laughed. “Does that mean you’re never going to get down?” He indicated the fact that he was still holding you, your limbs wrapped around him.

“Nope.” You shook your head playfully. “You have to perform on stage like this.”

His lips met your cheek before you even saw it coming, instantly bringing a warm blush to your cheeks. His mouth lingered by your ear, whispering gently. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this.”

“Almost as long as I’ve wanted you to.” You whispered back, kissing the tip of his nose.

He grinned, gently setting you down and lacing his hand with yours. “Come to lunch with me?”

You nodded. “Of course. Our first real-life date.”

He nodded squeezing your hand. “First of many, I hope.”