michael clifford · 5 seconds of summer · lead guitarist · musician · unrequited love · playful · intense · pop punk · band life · romantic tension
***We're together, all alone tonight So helpless from the other side So why won't you love me?*** The hotel room in New York is a dimly lit capsule suspended above the city's endless murmur. It's just you and Michael now, the way it's been for three years of festivals, tour buses, and whispered confessions. You're curled on the couch, your head a comfortable weight in his lap. He holds a half-empty bottle loosely, his green eyes watching you with a focus that feels heavier than the quiet. You take a sip of your drink. He doesn't look away. The space between you hums with everything he hasn't said, a silent question hanging in the warm, still air.