5sos Imagines

Will You Stay? MC (Part 1)

You sat in the middle of the park, on a blanket, as you watched your niece on the monkey bars nearby. She was five years old and stayed with your parents most of the time while your sister was at work, but you were asked last minute to look after her since your mother had a doctor's appointment. You loved spending time with your niece so you gladly agreed to babysit.
"Aunt Y/N," your niece ran towards you and sat down in front of you. "I'm tired."
You chuckled, "Why don't you rest then? Are you thirsty?" She nodded and you took out a juice box from the lunch bag and handed it to her.
"Did you see me on the monkey bars? I didn't fall!" She said proudly. She sometimes let go halfway because she couldn't hold on long enough to make it to the other side.
"I did! I'm so proud of you," you smiled, reaching into the lunch bag again. "So how about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to celebrate?"
"Yay," she cheered, grabbing the sandwich. She loved PB&J sandwiches. "I love you because you make the best ones!"
You smiled again and as your niece ate her lunch, you looked around the park. It was sunny out and the weather felt nice, it was a great day to be out, you thought. Every one seemed to be having a nice time out as well. As you were looking around, you suddenly heard a girl shout, "Oh my god!" You turned your head in the direction that her voice came from and saw her in a group with a few other girls, all freaking out about something. They seemed to be around your age and you were only confused when you saw them taking pictures with someone. You tried to see who it was because you knew it had to be a celebrity, especially since you were in LA. A few girls left after they got a picture, and though more girls showed up, that was when you spotted the tall, dark haired boy. He wore black skinny jeans and a band tee, with a denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up. He had sunglasses on so you couldn't recognize him.
"Do you know who that is?" You asked your niece as if she would know.
"Nope," she answered, chewing on her sandwich.
You only shrugged and continued to look around. You saw a guy on a skateboard, skating down the wide pathway, but he was too distracted by his phone to even pay attention to what was in front of him. "That guy is gonna run into someone if he doesn't look up from that phone," you mumbled as you stared down the trail. That was when you noticed a little boy, who was directly in the skater's path, chasing a ball. Your eyes widened in fear for the boy. "Please move," you whispered. You looked for any sign of his parents or whoever was looking after him, but the skater was only getting closer and still, no one even warned either of them. "Clara, I need you to stay here. Don't talk to any strangers, I'll be right back, okay?" You said to your niece quickly as you began to panic.
"Yes, Aunt Y/N."
The second she nodded, you got up and ran towards the little boy, watching as the skater began to catch up, while still looking down at his phone. The closer he got to the little boy, the faster you ran. "Shit," you grunted, seeing that they were just a few feet apart. You ran even faster, and right before the skater could collide with the little boy, you grabbed him and carried him out of the way. You fell onto the grass, but you landed on your back with your arms wrapped tightly around the boy. Seconds later you heard gasps from others, a "Noah!" from who you assumed was the boy's father, and a "Fuck!" from the skater. You looked over and saw that the ball that the boy, who you now knew as Noah, was chasing got in the skater's way. You stood up with Noah and he was quickly approached by his father. You watched as the skater got back on his feet, brushing off the dirt on his clothes.
"You should really watch where you're going," you said sternly. "You almost hit that little boy," you pointed to Noah.
"Sorry," the boy mumbled before walking away.
You picked up the ball and turned around to see the dark haired boy, who you saw surrounded by girls a while ago, kneeling beside him. "Are you okay? Noah?"
He nodded and you handed him the ball, "Thank you."
"Thanks for saving my son from that idiot," the dark haired boy spoke, revealing his Australian accent, as he got to his feet.
You glared as you folded your arms, "You're his father?"
"I am," he answered. "I'm Michael." He took off his sunglasses and held his hand out for you to shake, but you ignored it.
You looked at him and thought he was attractive. He didn't seem any older than you and he was already a father? He had a familiar face, but you couldn't remember where you'd seen him. "Well, Michael. You should really keep an eye on your child."
Michael reached down to carry his son in his arms. "I know. I had no idea he walked off, but I swear, I'm actually a good father."
You rolled your eyes, "I'm sure you are when you aren't distracted by a bunch of girls." You began to walk away, but he followed.
"Hey," he whined. "It's not my fault. Okay, maybe it is because I wasn't exactly keeping a close eye. But Noah's quick, I'll check for him one second and he'll be gone the next! But I wasn't exactly distracted. They were fans, it happens all the time, but I swear, this was the first time this kind of thing happened."
"Fans?" You scoffed, "Who are you?"
"Really?" Michael raised his eyebrow, "Do you live under a rock? Does the band 5 Seconds of Summer ring any bells? 5SOS?"
Your eyes widened slightly as you stopped in front of your niece. You turned around to look at him again. "Wait. That's you?" He nodded and you laughed. "First off, don't assume that every girl knows your name just because you're in some huge band. Secondly, I have heard of your band. I just don't pay close attention to band members. Lastly," you became serious again, "that's an even bigger reason for you to keep an eye on your child."
Michael sighed, "You're right. I should have paid extra attention."
"Who's this?" Your niece asked as she stood up and grabbed your hand.
"Daughter?" He asked.
"Niece," you answered. You looked down at her, "This is Michael and his son Noah. Say hi."
"Hello," she said shyly.
"Hi," Michael smiled as he knelt down in front of her, setting Noah onto his feet. "What's your name?"
"Clara," she answered.
"That's a beautiful name." He stood up, meeting your eyes. "I believe you haven't told me your name yet."
You sighed and held your hand out, "Y/N."
"Nice to meet you," he grinned, shaking your hand. "Thanks for saving my son."
"You're welcome." You said flatly, but the longer you looked at him, you couldn't help but smile.
Michael smiled even wider. He looked down at Noah and Clara, then back at you. "Noah and I were going to get some ice cream. Would you like to join us?"
Your smile faded. What would Noah's mother say if Michael treated another girl out for ice cream? "Oh, I don't know-"
He cut you off, "Come on. We'd love for you to join us. Right, Noah?"
Noah looked up and nodded, making you smile again.
"As a thank you," Michael added hopefully. "I get that you probably hate me and think I'm self-centered-"
"I don't," you said, letting out a short laugh. "What do you think Clara? Wanna go for ice cream?"
"Yes!" She said excitedly.
You and Clara went to an ice cream shop with Michael where he bought ice cream for the four of you. When you sat down at a table, it was quiet for a moment, but he took the moment to glance at you a few times. He thought you were beautiful and you felt him staring at you, but when you looked at him, he turned his attention to Noah. You looked back at Clara, making sure that she didn't get any ice cream on herself and then you wondered if Michael was married because then him staring in the way that he was would be awkward. You peeked at his hand and saw that he wasn't wearing a ring, but thought that he was most likely still with the boy's mother.
"So, how old are you, Noah?" You asked, breaking the silence.
"Two," he answered in the most adorable voice.
"He'll be three years old in two months," Michael added as he wiped Noah's face after getting chocolate ice cream all around his mouth.
"Wow," you smiled and then muttered, "He's so cute."
Michael chuckled, "Yeah."
"Does is get hard to take care of him sometimes? You know, with your busy schedule?" You questioned.
"It took a while for me to get used to being a father, but it's not as difficult as I thought it'd be," he kept his eyes on his son and half smiled, "He just goes everywhere with me, even when I'm on tour. Sometimes when things get really crazy with my career, he'll stay with my parents in Australia for a few weeks, or they'll come visit and help me take care of him."
"What about his mother?" You said a little quieter, not wanting Noah to hear just in case.
Michael frowned slightly and shook his head.
You nodded once and because you didn't want him to go into any more details about Noah's mother, in case he was uncomfortable with it, you asked another question. "So what are you guys doing here in LA?"
"My band and I are working on our next album and like I said, Noah goes everywhere with me," he chuckled again. "Are you a fan of our music?" Michael smirked.
"Well, I've only heard what's been on the radio," you admitted.
"Aw, breaking my heart," he joked as he leaned back in his seat, clutching his chest.
You laughed, "What? It's not like I'm saying you suck! From what I've heard, you guys sound pretty amazing. Like I said, I just don't always pay close attention."
"Thanks, I guess," he looked down and smiled. "Are there any bands you're like, totally in love with?"
"Oh, yeah," you nodded. "My Chemical Romance and All Time Low."
"Really?" Michael smiled, "Me too. And I happen to know All Time Low."
"Is that supposed to impress me?" You narrowed your eyes.
"Maybe," he shrugged.
You and Michael continued to talk to get to know each other a little better. You made each other laugh and smile countless times, and you enjoyed each other's company. Noah was playing with a small toy car that he had in his pocket and Clara sometimes laughed at your jokes or said something random. You sat in the ice cream shop for about two hours, long after you've all finished eating, until your sister called and told you that she had just gotten home from work. Michael walked you to your car and as Clara hopped into the backseat of your car, you knelt down in front of Noah. "It was nice to meet you today, Noah." He only smiled and jumped into your arms for a hug. "Aw," you giggled, "You're the cutest thing!"
Michael smiled, "It was great meeting you, Y/N."
"You too," you said, standing up. "Thanks for the ice cream."
"Thanks for saving Noah," he said again.
"I couldn't just watch him get hurt," you pointed out.
"Thanks," he repeated. "So... Do you think we could meet again some time?" He asked nervously.
You blushed slightly, "Oh, definitely. I'll give you my number, just text me."
"Okay," he replied, feeling a little relieved, as he handed you his cell phone.
You put in your number and gave it back to him. "Also, I now we just met and everything, but if you ever need a babysitter," you chuckled.
"Oh! Great, thanks. I'll keep that in mind."
"Okay. Guess I'll see you soon." You backed away, feeling butterflies in your stomach as he smiled at you. "Bye."
"Bye, Y/N." He bit down on his lip to control his smile, but he couldn't. "Let's go, Noah." He lifted his son into his arms and walked away.
You got into your car and on the way back to your sister's house, your niece spoke.
"I think he likes you," Clara giggled.
You blushed, "Yeah? What makes you think that? I just met him."
"The way he looks at you," she answered. "It's how daddy looks at mommy sometimes."
You laughed, "You're smart. You know that?"