5SOS Preferences & Imagines

#108 - Nightmare (ashton imagine)

He was warm, and soft, and the fabric of his short-sleeved shirt felt nice against your head, where you were resting it as you watched a film together. He had a protective arm around you, and he smelled so utterly like boy - like musk, and a fresh shower, that you couldn't help but smile as you inhaled. You were so happy with him. He was comforting, and nice, and he'd bought you flowers on the first date. Who does that anymore? He showed up at your flat carrying a dozen red roses, and he blushed when he offered them to you.

"I know it's cliche, but I didn't know what you liked, so I went with red roses."

You were so surprised; you couldn't even find a vase at first. The both of you were so flustered and shy on that first date that you wondered if it'd work out at all. But as you spent more time together, the walls went down and everything else fell through.

His hand was in your hair, caressing it as it rested on his stomach. Any other time you would be worried that you were crushing him, but you figured if you were, he'd tell you. And you would move, happily.

Ashton had picked out a film that night and truthfully you weren't really watching it too closely, you were paying attention to other things. The pattern of his breathing, the pattering rain that was falling outside, the hum of the heater. So many other sounds.

You were pulled so close to him that you wondered how he could possibly breathe, however you would admit that you liked it. He pulled a blanket over the two of you, and kept you close, and asked you if you were still cold.

You wiggled up his body to rest your head in the crook of his neck. He giggled as you did, pushing you away playfully as he whispered, "Stop. That tickles." You always loved it how he could giggle, like a child, like an eight-year-old who had gotten toy that their mum had said no to at first, but caved after a few days.

"You're adorable," You whispered in his ear, kissing it before snuggling back into his neck.

"I'm also manly, though, right?" He asked, teasing, as he repositioned his arms to rest snugly against the small of your back.

You didn't really even notice when the film ended, and you were glad that Ashton didn't ask your favourite part, because you would've had to say that you hadn't even been paying a little attention. He was too cute, too captivating, for his own good. With his eyes and his curly hair, and his smiles that caused you to smile.

"You didn't even hear me, did you?" He asked, shaking his head with laughter.

"What?"

"I asked if you wanted to spend the night." He looked at you and licked his lips, not really meant sexually but the thought might have crossed his mind.

You, however, found a twinge of discomfort rising in your stomach at the idea. For as long as you and Ashton had been together, you'd found an excuse every night to stay away from spending it with him. He did' seem to have caught on, which you were thankful for, but you knew it was only a matter time before he asked, "Why won't you spend the night with me?"

It wasn't anything he'd done, or anything he could stop. It was purely you; something you had been dealing with since you were young.

"I can't." You whispered. "I have class in the morning."

"You could skip," His eyebrows rose as he smiled mischievously. This boy would be the death of you, and possibly the reason why you wouldn't graduate from uni. "Besides, the roads are shit right now anyways." He blinked slowly and smiled as he pulled you close to set a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "Stay the night."

"I have to go." You shook your head, although the feeling of his warm sweatpants against your legs and his warm arms wrapped around you was too inviting to move straight away, so you stayed a second longer.