Coffee Shop // Michael Clifford
I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you
Yes there’s a chance that I’ve fallen quite hard over you.
I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down
I want to come too…
To begin with, Michael didn’t even like coffee all that much. It was thanks to Luke (and his obsession with Starbucks paninis) that he found you. When he first laid eyes on you he had to do a double take, you were nose deep into your novel of the week.
Although he didn’t know anything about you, he was fascinated by the way you were so into your book that you failed to notice the loud fans begging him for a picture and how your name rang in his head when they called out your name to retrieve your coffee. (Y/N).
“Mate are you still hung up on that chick from the coffee shop?” Calum’s eyebrows knitted in disbelief at his love-struck band mate.
“No? Yeah? So what?” The bleached blonde blushed, caught daydreaming about you once again. “Oh fuck off stop looking at me like that.” Michael cracked under his friend’s judging glare.
“You’re like obsessed with her and it’s creepy because you haven’t even talked to her yet.” Calum smirked, catching Michael looking at his phone. “Wait. Why haven’t you talk to her yet?” An unsettling silence filled the room and Michael he wasn’t going to be able to wriggle out of this one, there was not one good excuse he could come up on the spot as to why he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. But he knew.