Hi! 

This is my first time writing fan fiction, I hope you enjoy this little one shot/imagine!

Michael entered the room, closing the door and turning towards where you sat on your bed.  He nervously walked over to sit next to you, tugging a bit at the sleeves of his soft, grey hoodie (one you wouldn't mind cuddling up next to ;)

Michael slowly brought his eyes up to meet yours, a faint blush coating his dimpled checks as soon as you made eye contact.

"Uh-um.. (Y/N)?" He mumbled under his breath, slowly scooting closer to you on the bed.

"Yeah Mike?" You said, surprising yourself with your ability to speak coherent words, seeing as your heart was beating so fast, you could almost swear the whole room would be able to hear it, (which only consisted of you and Michael...but anyways...)

"Well.." He continued, raising a trembling hand to gently meet your hot cheeks. "I wanted to tell you that I.."

Your heart beat faster and faster, your body frozen in place as you found yourself unable to move or speak, so caught up in this moment you'd been waiting for since the day you laid eyes on him.

He looked down again, letting out a shaky breath before slowly moving his eyes back up, stopping at your lips.

"For a while now, (Y/N) I wanted to tell you that I-" Suddenly as if a switch had been flicked he hopped up from the bed and away from you, eyes bright and mischievous.

"-am thinking of getting a Monkey!" He giggled jumped up and down, then turned, skipping out of the room chanting in a singsong voice "I'm getting a monkey, I'm getting a monkey, and I'm naming him Bubbles!".

"Fuck you Michael!" You groaned.

"You wish!"

That. little. shit.