5SOS Pref and Imagines

He Makes You Insecure

WARNING: Some of these may be triggering so please skip if you do not like these type of things. Thank you.
#Hood:

Calum and I were strolling 'round town before several fans came up to us. He took pictures and gave them his autographs. Then I heard a voice shout for her friend to hear over the other voices of fangirls saying:
"Look at her arms, Samantha. They have cuts on it, it looks gross. I'd be a better girlfriend. "
I teared up and tried finding a way out of the crowd. Tears fell across my cheeks, but I wiped them away as soon as we got into the van.

"Jesus Christ, (Y/N). Why'd you have to cry? They're just cuts! Do you know how much you embarrassed me; how you made yourself look like a wimp?" Calum said slighly raising his voice.

I looked at him, wide-eyed. Taken back with what he said, I opened the car door and left. He knew I had depression, so why did he think it would make it better to make me feel bad about myself? He knew I was insecure about this. Before leaving I said to him:
"If I'm such an embarrassment to you, then why did you date me in the first place?"

"Baby, I didn't mean to say tha-"

"Don't even try. Don't come near me again, Hood"

And with that I left him and the van, and then getting a cab to drive me home.

#Hemmings

Luke and I were besties. He doesn't like me saying that but I found it funny. Anyway, today Michael and I went to Lukes house. There was girl there, he had his arm wrapped around her. I didn't mind at all, we were just best friends that used to date. Nothing more. I went inside and greeted them both.

"Hey, Luke. Hey, umm...."

"It's Jenny."

"Oh, well then Jenny, hi, nice to meet you."

She just smiled then nodded. After a while, Jenny came close to Luke, whispering something. I could hear them clearly. The conversation went like:
J: So who is she?
L: Just a nobody.
J: Oh, I see. You guys hooked up?
L: Yeah, but she wasn't even good. You're way better than what she'll ever be, I love you so much more. Plus, she's too skinny, she's a stick.

They both laughed. Michael looked at me, knowing that I heard them too. I teared up with what Luke said and Michael started to whisper.

"You know he didn't mean that, right?"

I got up and walked out. Luke looked at me all the way until I got out. Once I left the room, I let my tears get the best of me. They all flew down once that door closed behind me. I've been anorexic for the past 3 years and he thinks its okay just to insult me about it. Not even including his words on me not being good, though I cared most about the skinny part than the hooking up one.

"(Y/N), wait!" I kept walking, not wanting to see Luke. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him.

"What do you want? Wanna talk more about how skinny I am and how I'm not good?"

"Look I didn't mean anything I said! You're way better than what she'll ever be, I love you so much more."

I laughed, it wasn't happy one, nor a sad one. It was more towards sarcasm.

"Luke, I'm not stupid. That's literally what you told Jenny. You just re-said what you told her, and I quote: 'You're way better than what she'll ever be, I love you so much more.' I heard you tell her that. I'm not even a hundred percent sure that I'm the one you love. Bye, Luke. It was great being your friend, now I'm saying goodbye. Tell the rest of the boys they were amazing guys."

"(Y/N) what are you doing?"

"No one loves me, there's no point, anymore!"

I ran home before he could reply. A few hours passed and I decided not to kill myself, I wanted to be strong and forget everything. So I did, I forgot Luke.

#Clifford

I was cooking dinner for me and Michael. While mixing the pan, I turned the volume of the speaker up. My hips moved to the beat of the drums and I sang loudly. I wasn't really trying to do my best singing voice, but it wasn't the worse.

"Everyone else but yOUUUU!" I jumped around but being carefull enough that I didn't spill the food. "BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE!" I started laughing, then I realized I wasn't the only one laughing. I turned around to see Michael. I blushed in embarassment.

"Babe, you sound like a dying whale."

Oh. I didn't like my voice, so it really hurt when he said that. I didn't talk the whole day.

#Irwin

Ashton was gone the past few months, he was in tour. Though, he was coming home in about 5 hours. So I wanted to surprise him. And I did. I dyed my hair purple. The roots were black, then it went to a dark purple, violet, then a faded light purple. I've been wanting to do this for forever. This was, in fact, the hair I dreamed of having when I was 11. Time passed pretty quickly and Ashton was home.

"Babe! I'm home!"

I ran to him and hugged him, "Ash!"

He returned my embrace and noticed the change of color in my hair. He ran his hands through it as he began to speak, "Oh it looks...um...nice, I guess. "

I could tell that he didn't like my hair. The tone in his voice, the look on his face, it was pretty obvious that he wasn't enjoying my new hair as much as I was.

I grabbed his hand from hair and put it away from it. "You don't like it."

"No, no, no! I do, I do, its just that it looks kinda..."

Before he finished the sentence I walked off.

"...snobby"

But hearing his remark, I stopped from where I was standing, the stairs, and just looked at him, with anger, sadness, and anxiety boiled in my eyes. The week later I dyed my hair back to brown/blonde/(whatever color you have).