5sos Imagines

Arabella M.C (Part 1)

"Why can't you be more like your sister?" Your mum hounds at you as you sit on the couch after she had caught you sneaking out of your window.
"Because I'm not her."
"Arabella-," She begins.
"It's Y/N, I don't like Arabella," You cut in angrily.
"I named you Arabella so I'm going to call you Arabella."
"Then I'm not going to answer," You say storming up the staircase.
"Arabella! Arabella get back here!" Your mother screams as you run down the hallway to the spare guest room and jump out of that window before running down the never ending large path and towards the gate.
"You shouldn't be doing that," A voice says as you climb over your fence to get into his garden.
"Shut up Luke and help me," You snap putting your hand out so your best friend could help you.
"Where are you even going tonight anyway?" He asks helping you down.
"Warehouse."
"With?"
"Amanda," You say, he groans and runs his hand through his hair.
"She's bad news y/n."
"I like bad news Hemmings," You say fixing your jacket.
"Just stay safe."
"I always am safe."
"If you need me, call me."
"Why don't you hang out with these friends you insist you have but I've never seen?"
"Because they're busy," He says crossing his arms.
"If they're your friends, they'd invite you."
"They did, I didn't want to go."
"Where were they going then?" You ask crossing your arms and looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"A party."
"Right, I forget goodie-two-shoes Hemmings doesn't do parties," You say.
"Why are we friends?" He sighs.
"Because you have no-one else," You smile kissing his cheek.
"Yes I do," He groans as he walks you towards Amanda's car.
"Keep believing that Hemmings. See you tomorrow at the stupid ball thing," You say.
"See you at the ball;" He begins, "Which my friends will be coming to by the way."
"Well I'm excited to meet them," You smile getting into Amanda's car.
"Was he trying to talk you out of going tonight?" Amanda asks fixing her lipstick in the mirror.
"No, he was insisting his friends are real."
"Oh they're real," Amanda says.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"I know everything," She smirks before driving quickly down the street.
***
"We're here!" Amanda screams as we enter the warehouse, people cheer loudly and grab Amanda and I to dance with them.
"I need a drink if I'm going to be doing this," You laugh as a random boy holds you extremely close to him.
"Me too," Amanda sighs pushing the boys in front of her away and grabbing your arm.
"Here," Amanda smiles handing you a cup full of Jack Daniels.
"You know me so well," You smile placing your hand on your heart to be sentimental.
"You're the only girl I know that drinks that shit."
"It's not shit."
"It's got a weird after taste."
"You don't drink it for the after taste, you drink it to get drunk quicker," A voice says from behind you.
"Y/N, this is Michael," Amanda smiles turning you around so you could come face to face with the stranger.
"Hi Michael," You say.
"Hi Y/N, nice to finally meet you."
"Finally meet me?"
"Amanda," He says referring to your red headed friend that was now dancing extremely close to a random person.
"Of course, it always is," You smirk walking closer to him.
"So how do you know her?"
"I know her from around."
"Around your waist?" You ask him, he looks at you shocked before laughing.
"I haven't slept with her," He whispers in your ear.
"Wow," You say shocked, "You're her type."
"And what's her type?" He asks leaning closer to you.
"Loud, annoying and a little bit of a bad boy."
"You think I'm a bad boy?"
"Either that or you're trying too hard to be one."
"What gives you that impression?"
"Oh you know, the tattoos, the hair, the outfit," You list with a smirk as you run a hand down his arm.
"Hmm, judgmental," He says.
"I'm not judgmental," You glare.
"You judged me pretty fast."
"I didn't say whether it was a bad judgment though, did I?"
"No, but by the way you're looking at me I'm gonna say that you think it's a good thing," He smirks getting closer to your face.
"It is a good thing. Good people are so... boring," You smirk.
"They are."
"Always wanting to do the right thing," You say.
"Always wanting to wait," He says.
"Wait for what?"
"You know what for," He smirks, you move a little closer to him and bit his lip before letting it go.
"Tell me," You say acting innocent.
"Why tell you, when I can show you?" He asks capturing your lips in his and putting his hand on the back of your neck to keep you as close as possible.
When you pull away you smirk grabbing your drink, "I think I need to be a bit drunk before I do that."
"Really?" He asks.
"Come back to me in an hour and I'll see," You say winking before walking away leaving him standing there with a school boy smirk on his face.
***
"It's been an hour princess," Someone whispers in your ear as you stand near a wall and talk to a girl about how she needs to get drunk to get over stupid boyfriend who cheated on her.
"It's been 2 hours," You say turning to face him, the girl walking off to get another drink.
"I didn't want to be too desperate," He smirks.
"Shame, I like desperation," You say.
"That is a shame," He says wrapping his arms around your waist.
"So," You say.
"So," He smirks leaning down to kiss you, "I have an apartment near here."
"Then why are we still here?" You ask grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the warehouse and towards the apartment.
"Nice apartment," You say as you walk in and kick of your boots.
"Thanks," He smirks as you look around.
"How old are you?"
"19."
"How do you afford this?" You ask.
"It's not that expensive."
"Most 19 year olds with their own apartment don't have a bed frame."
"Know a lot about 19 year olds apartments?" He teases.
"I do actually, and 21 year olds."
"How old are you?"
"18."
"Just turned it?" He asks.
"Couple of months ago."
"I turned 19 in November."
"18 in September."
"So you're nearly 19 then."
"Yeah, and you're nearly 20," You smirk as he walks over and hands you a beer.
"Good math skills."
"Do you have a job?"
"Do I have to have a job to sleep with you?"
"No, I'm just wondering," You smirk taking a sip of the beer.
"I'm in a band."
"Are you a big band though?"
"Just starting out," He says.
"Ah, so what do you do when you're not... banding?" You ask taking another sip and fixing your skirt.
"Work at the record store."
"If I sleep with you, do I get free vinyls?"
"Only if it's good," He jokes.
"It's only ever going to be good baby," You whisper crawling over to him and putting his beer on the side table along with yours.
"Is that so?" He asks as you take off your jacket and throw it to the left.
"Yes, that is so," You smirk leaning forward to kiss him. He sinks into the pillows behind him as you hover over him and pull his shirt up and over.
"Do you ever catch the sun?" You ask as you pull your t-shirt over your head.
"Not well," He laughs unbuttoning his pants as you stand up on the bed and pull down your skirt.
"Figures," You say throwing it into the pile of your other clothes before leaning down to kiss him again. You kiss down his neck as he digs his fingers into your sides, surely to leave a mark.
"You first," He whispers flipping you over and kissing down your chest.
"Gentleman," You say.
"I'm never nothing but," He smirks pulling down your underwear and throwing them into the pile.
"Any requests?" He teases as he runs a finger up your slit.
"Don't go slow, I hate it," You tell him.
"Why?"
"It's a turn off," You whisper as he puts your legs on his shoulders and looks up at you one last time.
"As you wish," He says running his tongue up your slit before sucking on your clit. Your hands grip his hair as your toes curl and your back arches, your head going into the pillows. You feel him smirk as you breathe heavily and mutter small swear words.
"You okay there?" He smirks.
"Get on with it," You snap as you feel the familiar feeling in your stomach. He smirks at you before pressing his tongue to your clit and sending shock waves up your body and making you shake and grip his hair tighter.
"Did I do well?" He asks leaning over you.
"What? Do you want a medal?"
"No, a reward," He smirks leaning down to kiss you before his buzzer starts to go off continuously.
"I'm doing anything until you tell that person to go away," You tell him.
"Fine," He grumbles running towards the buzzer and pressing it in.
"Go away."
"Michael I know y/n is up there with you!"
"So?"
"So, I just got a call from her lovely best friend panicking because her mother dearest is about to call the cops to go out looking for her!"
"Fuck!" You shout grabbing your clothes and starting to put them on.
"You can't be serious," He says.
"You don't know my mother, she could get you put into prison for this."
"What? How?"
"Just trust me," You say putting on your shoes and running towards him and jumping into his arms. You push his hand off the buzzer so that Amanda can't hear and look at him.
"I'll be back," You tell him.
"When?"
"When I feel like it," You tell him kissing him quickly and grabbing a pen to write your number on his arm.
"See you soon y/n," He says as you run towards the door, you open it and look at him with a smile on your face.
"It's Arabella," You say.