5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mikey Imagine - personal

Personal imagine for IG user @/kiersten.burdge

You sit on the front steps of your house, your parents pottering around to the rear and they assume you're in your bedroom.
It's not late - 7:30pm at the most - but you're currently some kind of fugitive in their house hold.
"Hey baby," a colourful haired boy calls, walking down your driveway in a leather jacket and skinny jeans. Or, as your parents call it, the bad boy apparel.
"Shh, don't be so loud they will hear you," you say, walking passed him and grabbing his arm so that he follows you.
"I don't get why your parents don't like me," he pets out his lip and widen his eyes innocently, "im adorable."
You bite back a laugh as a smile crosses your face. He's right, he is adorable, but your parents don't tend to like the kind of adorable you like.
"They're my parents, they don't approve, I don't know what to do Mikey," you groan, the pair of you coming to a stop down your street and he pulls you in for a hug.
"It's ok. I get it. I don't exactly look like boyfriend material," he whispers, and you immediately hate the fact he thinks that of himself, "you're their little girl. They're going to be protective over you. And if that means that you have to sneak out on a night or keep me a secret for a while, then I'm fine with that. We can tell your parents whenever, and I will prove to them that im a good fit for their daughter."
You pull away and look up at him, a beautiful smile playing along his lips as his bright eyes stare down into yours.
"You're quite amazing, you know? It's just a pity not everyone sees that."
"You see that, that's all that matters."
He leans down, softly kissing your lips, and you're interrupted by a loud, screeching sound coming from your house.
"Keirsten!"
"Shit. That's my mum. She clearly found out I'm not in my room." You groan, holding onto Mikey a little tighter than you already was.
"It's fine. Just say you followed a cat or something."
You snort a laughter, feeling his chest rumble under your touch at the pathetic lie.
"I'll just tell a little white lie," you grin up at him, stretching on your tip toes to place another light kiss on his lips, "love you."
"Love you too, even though your parents don't want me to."