word count: 3713
requested by: none
pronouns: she/her
warnings: none
fandom: 5 seconds of summer
au type: nurse, high school
summary: your nurse for your trip to the hospital just so happens to be the boy you have a major crush on
inspired by: none
authors notes: it’s much cuter than the title i promise
other parts: none
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On a regular day off of school, most of the popular kids could be found at the mall or a local restaurant or getting ready for another big house party they were throwing that weekend. None of them would ever be seen without at least five other popular kids with them, sometimes ten depending on the person. But one member of the popular clique stood out.
Michael Clifford was the star of the soccer team and one of the top 5 smartest students at the school. Everyone knew who he was and everyone wanted to either be him or be with him. Teen movies were always pretty cliché about the life of a popular kid, but they had you feeling like they’d contacted Michael to find out what his life was like so they could replicate it perfectly in every film.
You, on the other hand, weren’t so lucky.
Teen movies usually depict the less popular – the nobodies – as constantly being pushed into walls and stuffed into lockers and suspended from flagpoles by their underwear. But that wasn’t the case for you. For you, your high school life was about as mundane as it gets. Of course, that wasn’t to say you never had any run-ins with bullies.
Michael’s POV; Friday evening
A Friday off of school for Michael usually looked like the inside of a hospital – not without reason, obviously. Michael was taking classes that would help him become a registered nurse and prepare him for medical school after graduation, and one of the courses offered actual work experience in the field. He interned at the local hospital down the road from the school and one look at him when he was with patients was enough to prove that he really was perfect for the career.
“Michael!” a voice caught the blonde’s attention. Michael looked over his shoulder – he’d been sweeping the floors since there wasn’t really much else to do – and watched Dr. Helm walking up to him. “I have a patient for you in Room 159,” he said, “This one’s pretty standard, so I’m just gonna let you handle it on your own since I have more critical patients to visit. But if you need anything, Sherri will be right out here, so just holler for her.” Michael nodded lightly and watched the Doctor walk away before disappearing around the corner.
Michael took a deep breath as he stood outside the door. Although he was nervous for his first completely solo patient, he was excited at knowing the staff trusted him enough to do it on his own – even if it was ‘pretty standard’. But before backing out from nervousness completely though, Michael knocked on the door and entered the room, surprised by what he found.
Your POV
Your head snapped up when the door opened, your eyes widening slightly. Michael was in your English class so you obviously knew who he was, but you’d never really talked to him before. And you sure were glad you didn’t have to be hooked up to a heart monitor because you could feel it beating a mile a minute as you looked at him.
“H-Hi, Michael,” you whispered when he didn’t say anything, feeling yourself wanting to crawl into a hole the longer the blonde stared at you.
“Y/N?” he furrowed his eyebrows. Your heart skipped a beat because you truthfully had no idea he even noticed you around school, let alone knew your name. “What happened to you?” he hurried over to the bed you were sitting on the edge of. He seemed so genuinely worried that it honestly confused you.
You didn’t think your injuries were that bad – obviously, you knew they were bad enough to warrant a hospital visit – but you didn’t understand why he was so concerned. You had a few small cuts around your eye as well as a pretty decent-sized gash spanning the length of your cheekbone. But you definitely didn’t think he’d care enough to want to know what happened.
You continuously opened and closed your mouth for a good 30 seconds before sighing deeply.
“I’m trying to come up with a convincing lie, but I’ve got nothing,” you admitted.
“Why would you want to lie?” he asked, coming over to you and wheeling his tray of tools along with him.
“Truth is probably worse...”
“Do... Do your parents...”
“No!” you furiously shook your head, “My parents didn’t do this to me!”
“Then why lie about it?” he asked, beginning to work on cleaning your smaller cuts on your forehead.
“Because...” you hissed lightly at the pain, “It’s weird having a kid from school be the nurse who treats you at the hospital...”
“Don’t speak to the kid you know from school then,” he shook his head, “Speak to the nurse who just wants to help you.” You looked at him for a moment before turning your gaze back to the fingers on your lap.
“There was this note from the guy I like in my locker after school yesterday,” you said softly, “It said to meet him at the park by the trail to the lake at four today since we had the day off.”
“Y/N, did he do this to you?” Michael’s jaw tightened and your eyes snapped back up.
“No!” you squeaked, “He would never do that!”
“Then what happened to you?”
“A bunch of the popular kids...” you choked, “I should have known it was a setup; I should have realized it wasn’t even his handwriting.”
“Who, uh...” Michael trailed off, “Who did they say it was from?”
“Does it matter?” you returned, not sure why he was so curious, “They probably could have said it was from Leonardo DiCaprio and my stupid ass still would have gone.”
“You’re not stupid, Y/N,” he murmured, beginning to clean the biggest cut underneath your eye.
“How would you feel if you were me? How would you feel if you fell for a note in your locker that said someone 20 million miles out of your league actually wanted to meet up with you outside of school and you believed it?” The breath Michael let out along with his chuckle made your heart skip a beat as you felt it on your skin with him so close to you.
“Fair enough,” he responded.
It was quiet for a moment as he continued to fix you up. But something inside of him just couldn’t seem to let who the note was from go.
“So the note...” he trailed off, making you cock an eyebrow.
“Why are you so hung up on it?” you asked him, “Why does it matter who it was from? It wasn’t actually him; It’s not like he did this to me.”
“Just curious, I guess,” he mumbled shyly.
“You’re gonna laugh at me,” you whispered. Michael finished up cleaning your wounds so he could start applying the bandages he needed to.
“No, I won’t,” he insisted, his eyebrows furrowing when you laughed lowly.
“Forgive me for not entirely believing that,” you said. He opened his mouth again, but you didn’t let him speak. “It was you,” you blurted out, your eyes widening slightly.
“Th-They said the note was from me?” he stuttered, “Who-Who wrote it? Who put it in your locker?”
“I don’t know,” you answered honestly, “I don’t know which one of them did it.”
“Well, who showed up at the park?”
“Michael...”
“Y/N, who hurt you?” he asked sternly.
“The soccer team...” you swallowed. Michael’s hands paused for a moment as he looked at you again.
“My teammates did this to you?” he whispered in shock, putting the last bandaid on.
“Michael, it’s fi-”
“It’s not fine, Y/N!” he cut you off, “They had no right to do that to you!”
“It’s not like I’m dead, Michael,” you tried to reassure him, “It’s just the price that comes with being a nerd having a crush on a popular guy.”
You couldn’t read Michael’s facial expression as he finished putting his things away, but you knew you were all finished being looked at so you carefully hopped off the bed. But you didn’t get a chance to even step toward the door because Michael’s voice stopped you.
“What are you doing later?” he asked.
“Explaining to my parents what happened to me today, probably...” you answered slowly, “Why...?”
“I-” He cleared his throat nervously. “-I get off in a couple hours and... I want to take you out...for ice cream or something...”
“You don’t have to do this, Michael,” you mumbled, “Can’t you just feel sorry for me and move on?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You just feel bad for me,” you sighed, “You don’t actually want to date me – you just want to clear your conscience for what your teammates did.”
“Y/N, I-”
“I really appreciate the offer, Michael,” you said softly, “But I don’t want to give them any more reasons to make fun of me than they already have.”
You grabbed your coat from the chair, pausing for a moment before turning back to face Michael again. He had a blank look on his face and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked like he was about to cry.
“Thanks for fixing me up, Michael,” you motioned to your face, “You’re gonna make a great RN someday.”
Since he was still only a couple feet away from you, you quickly walked back to him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, barely smiling as you pulled away.
“I’ll see you on Monday,” you whispered, putting your head down while you left the room and leaving Michael alone once again.
~
Three days later; Monday morning
“Holy shit, Y/N!” Libby exclaimed the moment she saw your face, “What the hell happened to you?!”
“Morning, Lib,” you chuckled under your breath.
“Tell me!” she shoved your shoulder, making you flinch. Of course, when she realized this, her eyes only widened, “Your arm too?!”
“It’s nothing!” you squeaked, “I just fell while I was helping my parents with yard work!” That obviously didn’t work though – Libby always knew when you were lying. She gave you a stern expression, making you sigh. “You know that note I got in my locker on Friday?” you asked, to which she obviously nodded, “Well... It wasn’t actually from Michael...”
“Then who was it from?” she asked. You made a small, high-pitched humming noise, causing Libby to huff harshly. “Y/N!” she said.
“The soccer team...”
“The entire soccer team?” her eyes widened.
“Well, all of them except for Michael,” you nodded.
“Are you serious? Oh my God, when I’m through with them, they’re gonna wish they never had that idea in the first place!” She started stomping toward the place the team always hung out before school, but you stopped her.
“Libby,” you warned, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to you, “As much as I love you and believe in your skills, you cannot take on the entire soccer team by yourself.”
“Why not?! Just let me have one go! The rest will run away crying after what I do to that chauvinist pig of a captain!”
“I’m sure they will,” you giggled, “But you’re not going to get expelled for it.”
“God, and I’m sure they’re not going to get expelled for what they did to you either?”
“Of course not,” you shook your head, “Sports are the pride and joy of this school – why would they risk tainting that reputation over a girl no one will even remember? Plus, like, half the team is made up of seniors; The administration is definitely not going to risk their chances of them not getting scholarships. I’m still alive – it’s whatever.”
“They should still pay for what they did, Y/N!” she insisted, motioning toward the cuts and bruises on your face, “This is not okay!”
“It’s not that bad!” you promised, “But I do have something to tell you.” She tilted her head at the smile on your face, waiting for you to continue. “Well, obviously, I had to go to the hospital after it happened, and you know how Michael is interning for college credits when we graduate?” Her eyes widened again and the smile on her face was as big as you’d ever seen it.
“Michael Clifford was the one who took care of you?!” she squealed lowly so no one around would hear. You nodded and she went on dramatically. “That means he spent time with you and you talked to him and he touched you,” she sighed.
“He asked me out,” you said suddenly.
“He asked you out?!” she squealed again, “What did you say?!”
“Lib,” you laughed lightly, “I need you to breathe for me, okay? Calm down.” She stopped for a moment, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath in before letting it out slowly. “Nothing happened,” you answered her question.
“What?” she frowned, “Why?”
“He only asked me out after I told him his teammates were the ones who did this to me,” you shook your head with a sigh, “He doesn’t actually like me – he just felt bad.”
“How do you know that though? Maybe he does like you and you admitting your crush on him gave him the courage to finally ask you out.”
“Can you imagine what the team would do if they found out I was dating Michael Clifford?” you reminded her, “And they’d probably kick him off the team for it! And then they’d find a way to blame me and everything will just get worse!” Libby sighed, seeing your point.
“Would they really risk losing the last few games of the season though?” she asked, “Michael is their best player.”
“If he’s their best player, why isn’t he captain?” you teased.
“We all know why he isn’t the captain, Y/N,” she giggled, “A sizable donation to the sports department goes a long way in a school that only cares about sports and not the arts.”
“Let’s just go get breakfast,” you shoved her playfully, shutting your locker door and linking your arm with hers as you both headed to the cafeteria.
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The morning went by as normal – people would ask about your face but you would just shrug and tell them you fell, which they luckily believed. It wasn’t until lunchtime that anything different really happened.
Usually, you ate by yourself at one of the tables near the back door of the cafeteria since you and Libby didn’t have the same lunch. You would eat your food and then go out into the hallway to do some work from the classes you’d already been to since it was quieter. But this time was different – this time, someone approached your table a couple minutes after you sat down.
“Hi, Y/N,” the boy said nervously as you looked up to see who had pulled out the chair across from you.
“Hi, Michael...” you trailed off in confusion.
“I just... Um... I just wanted to make sure you were okay... You know... And that your face is still looking good and stuff... Well, I mean, your face always looks good, but I... I meant... Your cuts...”
“I’m doing well, thank you,” you nodded with a light blush, “And my cuts are fine – they’re annoying to try and sleep with, but they’re fine.” Michael chuckled softly, making your heart beat faster knowing you caused it.
“Have you been changing the bandages once in a while?” he asked, “Because, you know, you kinda left before I could tell you how to make sure they don’t get infected.”
“I’m no stranger to dealing with stuff like this, Michael,” you assured him, motioning to your cheek. Michael’s expression fell slightly, confusing you again – what was his deal?
“Well... If you have any questions...”
“I know where to find you,” you finished his sentence. He smiled slightly, pushing his chair out as he stood back up.
“I’ll see you in English,” he whispered, waiting for you to nod in acknowledgment before he walked away. And you didn’t notice, but as you smiled to yourself, Michael looked over his shoulder and saw it.
~
After school
The final bell had rung and you were standing at your locker, mentally checking off the books you needed to take home as you put them into your backpack. The hallways were mostly empty – a scene you purposely put yourself in since you didn’t want to run into any member of the soccer team. But one player always seemed to find his way to you.
“Hey, Y/N,” you heard behind you, making you look over your shoulder.
“Coming to check on me again?” you wondered as Michael stopped beside you, leaning onto the locker next to yours.
“As a matter of fact, I am,” he grinned slightly, “You know, it’s only the job of a nurse to check on their patients.”
“Right,” you nodded, “Wouldn’t want you getting fired or anything.”
“Can I really be fired if I’m not being paid?” he countered.
“Maybe,” you shrugged, “But I’m not sure they’d be so eager to give up free labor.”
“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes, but you knew he was teasing.
“Well, I’m fine, Michael,” you promised him, “Just as I have been every time you’ve asked me today.”
“That’s very good to know, but that’s actually not why I came over here this time,” he informed you. You cocked an eyebrow, causing him to continue. “I came over here to tell you that I quit the team,” he stated, instantly take you by surprise.
“I’m sorry?” you questioned, honestly thinking you hadn’t heard him right. But you did.
“I quit the team,” he repeated with a shrug, “Just came here straight from the locker room.” Your eyes understandably widened – you may not talk to him, but everyone knew how much soccer meant to him.
“You quit?” you shook your head, “But you love being on the team!”
“Well, I love you more,” he stated, making you freeze.
“Y-You love me?”
“Yeah...” he said, drastically softer than his previous outburst, “Have for a while now... I wanted to tell you, but... I didn’t think you’d believe me, to be honest... And I know how my teammates are, so I never told them, but I guess they found out somehow and tricked you into... You know-” He shyly motioned to your face. “-I know I can’t really make you believe me if you don’t want to, but I... I swear I didn’t ask you out just because I felt bad about what they did. I mean, I did kind of, but I also did it because... Well, that was the moment I found out you like me too and I was just really excited to hear you felt the same and I just... I should have waited; I knew you’d think I was just doing it to clear my conscience, but once I started talking, I couldn’t make myself stop... I know you thought I was making fun of you or something, but... I couldn’t stop...” he repeated in a soft whisper.
You stared at him carefully for a moment, trying to find any sort of fabrication in anything he’d just said. You knew you weren’t going to find any, of course – the look on his face enough to convince you he meant everything he said. His eyes were big and he had this small pout on his lips, almost as if he was desperate to convince you that what he was saying was true. Though, at this point, you didn’t need more convincing.
Without warning, you stood up on your toes and pressed your lips to his. Michael let out a surprised breath through his nose, but there was definitely no hesitation in feeling him kiss you back. It wasn’t until he felt you step forward so your body was against his that he finally gained enough courage to put his hands on you. One rested on the top of your hip while the other moved to your cheek – but unfortunately, you hissed and pulled away when his thumb landed on a bruise. His eyes shot back open at the sound, and finding your face scrunched up in pain made his eyes widen.
“I-I’m sorry!” he exclaimed softly, “I didn’t-”
“It’s okay, Michael,” you assured him despite the fact that it really did hurt, “It’s not life-threatening.” He responded by taking your face back in his hands – much more carefully this time – and moving it around slightly as he inspected it.
“How long do you think it’ll take before it’s all healed?” he asked you.
“You’re the nurse-in-training, Mikey – not me,” you giggled out the reminder, making him blush at the nickname.
“Well, you know, everyone’s body handles trauma differently,” he sighed dramatically, “Some people brush it off like it never happened, some people act like the world is ending and they can’t possibly continue on with life, and some people just want to be taken care of until it’s better.”
“Is that so?” you replied, trying not to smile but knowing you weren’t concealing it well when he grinned back.
“And I’m just curious as to which type of person you are,” he mentioned, moving his hands from your face to your hips.
“Well...” you trailed off for effect as your own arms wound around his neck, “I did come to school today, but I’ve been to the nurse three times for painkillers, so... Maybe I’m the third one?”
“You didn’t come to me at all,” he smiled a little wider.
“Unfortunately, during school hours, you’re just another student who isn’t authorized to be giving out medicine,” you shook your head.
“But you would have come to me if I was?” he winked teasingly, making you laugh.
“Unless, of course, you think you couldn’t handle me,” you informed him, “I get much clingier than normal when I’m in pain.”
“Believe me, princess – I’m the last person who would be bothered by taking care of a clingy patient as beautiful as you,” he stated, leaning down to kiss you again, feeling you smile against his lips.
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