Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Massage Train (C.H)

* Y/N stands for your name *

I sat back, allowing Calum to take the spotlight, as he practiced and rehearsed ahead of the show next week.

He strummed his guitar, his fingers flicking at the strings slowly as he dabbled with the music he was creating.

He flicked on some music like a backing beat, and it flowed from the speakers, background noise in the room while he played.

He pulled his arm up to strum and winced at the sudden movement.

He hissed through his teeth as he tried the movement again and cradled his shoulder in one of his big hands.

He rubbed the skin, his brow puckered, lips pouted down.

I jumped up and raced over to him, turning of the music as I moved towards him.

I reached out and touched his arm, making him jump slightly.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" I gasped.

I stood in front of him and he straightened up, shaking his arm out a little.

The pain flickered in his eyes for a brief second, before he replaced it with a smile on his lips.

"It's nothing, babe, I'm fine. Just a little pain in my shoulder," he replied, brushing off my concern.

He moved to the back of the room, opening his guitar case, and placing it in carefully.

"Calum, if you're shoulders acting up, you should go get it checked out," I encouraged.

He shook his head quickly and turned back to face me.

I frowned and he looked away.

"Don't look at me like that Y/N. You know I find it difficult to say no to that face," he whined.

"Calum. Get it checked out," I demanded.

I stood my ground, back straight, arms crossed over my chest.

He turned around to face me and grimaced.

He ran a hand sloppily through his hair, and nodded.

"Okay, okay, yeah I'll get it checked," he confirmed.

I smiled, proud of my work, as he held out his hand for me to take.

"Don't look so smug okay. It's only one checkup," he suddenly said.

I sighed.

I took his hand in mine, my small hand being swallowed and encased in his huge tanned one.

His thumb rubbed soothing circles against my skin, the rough skin of his calloused hand a contrast to my soft one.

"Calum, I know you okay. You say you'll get it checked, but you won't," I said.

He'd done this plenty of times, I knew him way too well.

He chuckled but didn't reply.

"How about I give you a massage and you give me one?" I asked, squeezing his hand in mine.

He smirked and looked over at me, before he came to a halt.

He pulled at my hand, spinning me around to come face to face with him.

He used his free hand to move the hair from my neck, before his lips came down and kissed the skin there ever so softly.

"You know if I give you a massage, it wouldn't help your neck," he mumbled against my skin, his hot breath tickling me.