5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

"Please?"

"No."

"Please, please, please, please..." Ashton repeatedly begs, kneeling down in front of you on the dirty pub floor, pleading for you to agree to do karaoke with him.

"No, Ash. I don't like making a fool of myself in public." You cross your arms, not planning on changing your mind on the topic.

"Why not? Where's the fun in that?" he pouts, staring at you until you crack under the pressure of his gaze. Why do you have to date a child?

"If I do it, I'm picking the song and you're never making me do it again."

"Yes!" he stands up, offering you his hand to pull you up from your chair and towards the makeshift stage that is currently occupied by a guy wailing a Led Zeppelin song into the microphone. "Oh, and I already chose the song."

"Of course you have."

You wait for the song to finish so that you can take over the stage, the pair of you looking out at the small crowd that are barely paying attention to you both. The familiar song starts and you groan at the cheesy song he chose.

"Summer loving had me a blast, oh yeah!" Ashton belts into the microphone, grabbing the attention of the entire room, and you burn under their watchful gaze and miss your line. "Met a girl, crazy for meeeeeeee."

"Met a boy, cute as can be." You mumble the words into the mic, hoping it's turned off. Ash nudges you in encouragement as he sways and sings.

"Summer days, drifting away, to, uh oh, those summer nights."

"Well-a, well-a, well-a, huh!" Ashton grunts in a fake voice of macho, hip thrusting on the stage and you can't help but laugh as he voices between a man and a woman, "Like does he have a car?" and he flips his growing hair with his hand, earning a laugh from the crowd.

"She swam by me, she got a cra-a-amp."

"He ran by me, got my suit damp,"

"You bet I did," he winks at you, causing you to blush as the crowd laughs at his inappropriate joke.

He twirls you around as you both belt the lyrics into the microphones and you finally relax on stage. The crowd sing along with you both, everyone enjoying themselves and Ashton laps it up.

"Those Su-u-mmer... Niiiiiiiiiiiiiggghhhhhhhtttssss!!" Ashton wails into the microphone, causing you to cover your ears and cry with laughter.

"Ashton!"

He steps too close to the edge of the stage, eyes closed, and falls off. Face first. Onto the floor. You drop your mic, rushing down the steps and kneel down next to him and he groans and turns over.

"Are you OK?"

He throws his head back in laughter and winks at you. "All part of the act."