5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine

You wake up in an empty bed, the spot beside you cold where Calum should be sleeping with you. Turning over, you see the clock display the time of midday and you can't believe you've slept this late. You had so much to do and should have been up with your little boy, Adam, by now.

Wrapping a dressing gown around your body, you follow the sound of laughter down the stairs and into the living room where you find the two people you had been thinking of.

"Use this one, dad."

You see your son hand Calum a sharpie, which he proceeds to remove the lid off and begins to draw on your sons arms. Tattoos similar to the ones he has on his own body.

"Your mum is going to kill me." He chuckles lightly, and you almost want to agree with him, but you choose to stay quiet and see what happens.

"No, she won't, dad." Your son adjusts his blow up guitar that is hanging from his shoulder, "She loves you."

Your heart warms at your sons sweet words and you see Calum smile and blush slightly in response.

"I know, buddy, I got lucky."

You continue to watch them both, staying quiet, and they ramble on about whatever it is they're doing.

"Do I look good, dad?"

You son turns on the spot to show off his complete outfit, and you realise that he's dressed as his own father. The moment almost brings a tear to your eye at how adorable it is. If it wasn't for the fact he was covered in sharpie on a Saturday dinner.

"You look awesome, son."

"Shame about the mess."

Both boys turn at your voice, Calum's reflecting panic and your sons bouncing around happily.

"Don't get mad at him, mummy." Your son taps on your leg, "It was my idea. I just want to be like daddy. If you get mad at daddy, you get mad at me."

He pouts and gives your puppy dog eyes with his big brown eyes which are the same as Calum's. He is literally a mini version of Calum, even nailing the facial expressions.

"I'm not mad at either of you." You groan, rubbing your tired eyes, "I'm just upset I wasn't invited."