5sos Imagines

Just Friends? Michael imagine

You were sitting on your couch, watching whatever was on tv. It was late, and you were about to go to bed until you heard your doorbell ring. You looked out the window and saw Michael standing at the door. You opened the door to find your best friend standing there. “Hi Michael, what are you doing here so late?” you asked him. “(Y/N)! It’ss so g-great to see ya!” He said giggling, his voice slurred. He leaned forward slightly, nearly falling over before catching himself on the door frame. “Michael, you’re drunk” you said, pulling him inside. “How did you even get here?” you questioned to yourself, but he answered. “I walked and I walked and I…” he said, getting distracted by something else. One thing was for sure, when Michael got drunk he could talk forever. You took his hand and led him to the couch, “Just sit” you told him. You walked in to the kitchen and filled a glass of water. You brought it back into the living room and sat next to Michael. “Here, drink this” you said, giving him the water. “It’s not alcohol” he said with a pouty face. “No…you sure don’t need any more of that” you said. He took a sip before putting onto the coffee table. He leaned over awkwardly and his head plopped into your lap. “I want alcohol” he pouted up at you again. “You aren’t going to be saying that in the morning” you said, stroking his hair. “You know what I should be saying…that I love you” He looked you right in the eyes. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not considering how drunk he was. “I’m being serious, (Y/N). You’re such a good best friend, look at what you’re doing for me now. I wish you could see me as more than just a friend” he said, his grin returning to his face. You just stroked his hair as his eyelids starting to close. Did he really just say that?