5sos Preferences and Imagines

He is drunk and accidentally admits his love to you part 2

Ashton: Yours eyes flutter open and immediately close when the light of the bright shining sun hits them. Groaning, you want to lay on your other side to shield your front from them sun and cringe when a stinging pain shoots through your head. You stop moving and hide your face with the blanket, wanting a whole package of advil to stop the pain. When the pain stops a little you peer out of the blanket just to see that you are not in your room and start panicking. Stopping mid track because you sat up too fast, you get up a little slower and inspect your surrounding, trying to make out something familiar. Your heart beats faster when the door creaks open and you sigh in relief when you see Ashton. But as soon as you calmed down, you panic again because you see that Ashton is only in his boxers and you in your underwear. Ashton smiles when he sees you awake, sitting in his bed, and goes to you again. You pull the blanket up to your chin, trying to hide every naked inch of your body from him which makes him stop. Ashton remembers last night when you did not want to let go of him as much as he did not want of you. He shoots you a confused and hurt look and slowly sits down on the edge of his bed, silence filling the room for a while. "Did we..?"you start, not looking at him, but your voice breaks. "No," Ashton whispers soothingly and you sigh relieved. "I would never Y/N." "Then why are we...like this?" you interrogate still not looking at him. A tear slipped down your cheek and Ashton wipes it away softly with his thumb, not wanting to scare you away. "We just are," Ashton says and you do not ask again. "You must have a bad headache," he says, "I'll get you something." He leaves the room and you stand up, wiping away your tears, to wear something. When you see your dress lying on the floor you groan and take a shirt and sweatpants from Ashton's wardrobe. You go downstairs and meet a sleepy Michael on the way, halting him immediately. "What happened last night?" He looks at you for a moment before seeing you in Ashton's clothes. "Ashton didn't want to leave without you. He was so stubborn and persistent. He almost hit Calum because he helped me keeping him away from you. In the end you gave in and said you'll go with us," he explains. "Do you think we...had sex?" you ask low. "Did he say that you had?" Michael questions and you shake your head. "Then you guys didn't. Since when don't you trust him Y/N?" You feel bad in an instant and walk into the kitchen, ignoring Michael's question. "Why did you come downstairs? I would have brought it to the room," Ashton states while frying some bacon. You take an advil and pull out the toast out of the toaster before it burns. Ashton always does that. It is a habit of him to forget the toast and burn it. "Ashton?" you speak up and he looks at you, "How much do you remember of last night?" Ashton puts the bacon on a plate and shuts down the oven. "Not much," he says and you nod, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You turn your back to him and set the table, trying to keep yourself busy. Suddenly, Ashton turns you around, rests his forehead on yours and puts his arms around your waist. The tears finally slip down your cheek and a sob escapes your lips. "Shh," Ashton coos and wipes the tears away. "Do you want me to remember?" he asks, making you look at him with curious eyes. "Because I'll do everything you say." "Do you mean it?" you ask, "Do you mean what you said?" "Of course I do," Ashton says, going with one hand through his hair. You stay quiet and look at the ground. "And...and what do you say?" Ashton asks whispering. "I don't know. I don't know if I want you to mean it." Ashton's hand falls loosely to his side and he looks at you with a shocked expression. "What do you mean?" he asks in a low voice. "I should go," you say and turn around. "Y/N no, wait," Ashton says in a panicky voice and you halt. "Please don't go. Please." You gulp and exhale slowly. "Ashton I have to," you whisper with your back towards Ashton. When he does not say anything, you leave and let him behind you, hoping for anything that will make the situation better.

Michael: It's eleven in the morning and you go into Calum's room where Calum, Ashton, and Luke are laying, fast asleep, still unaware of their hungover they already have. You put some advil and water on the nightstand and put some cold and wet handkerchiefs on their foreheads which will help them with their headache. After that you go into the guestroom where Michael is still sleeping and do the same to him but sit next to him on the edge of the bed. You watch him as he is asleep and think back to the first time you met him. Back then he had dyed his hair pink and you thought it was one of the funniest things ever. The conversation had started with a fight because of Calum who had spilled his coffee on your friend. It was your friends fault who had immediately snapped at Calum and you would not have interfered if Michael also had not. But he had and since you were very protective of your friends you had snapped sassily on Michael. He had insulted your friend and you on your bad clothing style what made you insult his hair color. His face had dropped immediately which made you feel guilty and you said that his hair actually looked good. It was confusing at first but the two of you ended up meeting again and again, and you are still thankful for that. When you look at him with his now darker hair again, he still looks like the Michael you had met back then but somehow he is different. You don't know how to describe it. You decide to wake Michael up because it is 12 pm already and you do not like sleeping in for that long or letting someone else sleep in to this hour. You shake him a little and start whispering his name, having consideration for the headache he will wake up to. When Michael does not move so you decide to get a littlw louder. "Michael. Michael, wake up." Still not getting any reaction from him, you shake him harder and for so long till he whines and smacks your hand away. You whine and rub your hand, smacking his arm. "What do you want?" Michael mutters, hiding his face behind his arm. "I want you to wake up." "And I want you in my bed," he says, taking you by your wrist and pulling you into his arms. You stiffen a little when you remember his confession from last night but also remember that he is Michael - your Michael - and relax instantly. You look at Michael while he still has his eyes closed and wonder about how you can bring up the topic. "Michael?" you mumble and he opens one eye. You smile and poke his cheek. "You should get up," you whisper and Michael groans, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You can't help but think how good it feels and shake your head for thinking it. "Michael, I mean it. We need to talk." This makes Michael stop and curiously look at you. He sits up and you give him an advil before you start. He will definitely need it. "What do you remember from last night?" you ask, starting slow. Michael thinks for a while and then answers, "Well, Tyler is gay, we played beer pong, I lost, Ashton was table dancing, Tiffany betrayed her boyfriend, Ma..." "Okay, stop. First: Tyler is gay? Second: So, you don't remember the car ride." "Yes, he is and no, what happened?" "Oh, you know, you just uh said that you love me." You breathe out slowly and look at Michael, waiting for his reaction. "I what?" he asks wide eyed. "You said that you love me. Did you mean it?" Michael sits there pale faced and waits for a while. Then he nods, he just nods, which somehow brings you over the edge. "Can you say something?" you ask annoyed. "I said what I needed to say but what do you say?" he asks and your lips  form an o. "I...you know that I am not going to have a relationship. I like you Michael but love? No way. I don't even know if I know what love is. I am sorry." Michael shakes his head, looking down and plays with his fingers. You put your hand over his and kiss his cheek, resting your forehead on his temple. "I made coffee, if you want some. I'll go and wake up the rest before I leave." Michael sits there motionless and you sigh. You do not want to lose him but also do not know how to prevent this. With yet another sigh, you stand up and leave, leaving Michael darning himself behind.