5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Michael Imagine - personal

Personal for IG user horans_happiness

"Michael! Hurry up!!" I yell as I run ahead of him, the excitement building up higher than its ever been before.
"Wait up!" He shouts back, causing me to slow down so that he can catch up, "gotcha."
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against his body, the pair of us giggling as families and couples run around us towards the entrance.
"Let me go," i playfully whined as he kisses my neck, my laughter doubling, "michael."
"What? I'm not doing anything," he cheekily replies and I surrender to his playful mood, "come on. I want to get Mickey ears."
He intertwines our fingers and pulls me towards the magic castle. It's large exterior looms over the park, lighting up pink and blue and looking grander than any pictures could do it justice. It's truly breath taking.
"I think these would suit you, baby girl," he holds a black headband with 2 black rounded ears and a red spotted now in the middle. A classic.
"Love them! You have to get some as well!"
He places them on my head as a vendor passes him a bow-less pair for him to sport.
"How do I look?" He pouts at me, then flashes a cheeky smile as I laugh at his playful actions, "come on, Disney waits for no one."
Dragging me along behind him, we rush through the crowds of people, attempting to do everything at once.
"Rides!"
"Food!"
"A picture with Pan!"
"We have a lot of time," I excitedly remark, trying to calm us both down from the small adrenaline rush we're both enjoying, "but I definitely want a picture with Pan. Right now."
I pull him along to Peter Pan - standing there in his boyish, green glory with a smirk to match - and we anxiously wait for our turn.
"Hi! Can we have a picture? Please!"
"Sure thing, beautiful."
I stand next to him, a wide smile on my face as he puts an arm around my shoulders and Mikey takes the photo.
"Thanks, now we're going," Mikey grabs my hand and pulls me away from the crowd of people, a frown playing on his face and I'm curious to why his moods turned.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." His tone is clipped with irritation and I'm so confused as I pull at his hand and we stop in the middle of a walk way.
"What's wrong Michael?" I forcefully ask, impatiently waiting for him to just speak.
"I didn't like the way he put his arm around you and called you beautiful. In front of me. You know, your boyfriend?"
After he finishes speaking, i can't help but burst out laughing. Not at him, but at the situation.
"It's not that funny," he bites and I try to stop my laughter.
"Sorry, babe, I'm not laughing at you. More like..." I stand a deliberate my reason for minute, "the fact you think a guy dressed up as Peter Pan has anything on you. I only want you. Ever."
I step closer to him and watch his smile from before, break out across his face as he kisses me lightly on the lips.
"Thank you."