5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine - Personal

@/Audrey.claire

"Calum!"
"No, Audrey! I'm not having this argument again!"
"Well then stop making it into a damn argument!"

~3 months later~

You nervously waited at the airport. Your foot tapping the clean, tiled flooring. Anxious and excited families, waiting for friends and family to depart the plane and come out to them all waiting.
You, however, wasn't excited. Nervous - a great deal - and scared - quite a bit - but your excitement levels were low.
"Flight 217 is on time with no delays."
That's Calum's flight number. You've memorised it everyday for the last 3 months, and now it's finally here.
You have no idea how he will react to seeing you standing here and waiting for him. He might not have even boarded the plane, choosing to stay behind and focus on something else to keep away from you. You hope not. That will break your heart more than these lonely months already have.
Slowly, noise begins to build in the departure lounge. Suitcases being pulled along the floor, people chatting and laughing, and you're standing in scared silence as you search for his tall frame in the crowd.
People swarm around you. Girls running to their boyfriends or husbands. Parents running to their children. Friends shouting after one another and helping with luggage. All whilst you stand and keep on your steady - and unsuccessful search - for Calum.
After everyone has walked through, you sigh in defeat. Rubbing at your wet eyes, you realise he really didn't want to come home and be with you. All because of an argument you wished you never picked.
"Audrey," his soft voice comes from behind you, and you whirl around in shock to see his anxious smile.
He knocks his luggage to the floor, dropping his backpack next to it, and opens his arms for you to practically launch yourself into.
"Hey, baby," he mumbles against your head, holding you tight against his body to make up for the last 3 months sad and apart.
"I thought you wasn't coming," he sobbed into his shoulder, gripping onto him for dear life.
"Like I would want to leave my favourite girl any longer," he strokes a hand down your back and hums into your ear, clearly enjoying the moment just as much as you.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, and he doesn't stop him comforting motion of moving side to side.
"Don't be. I'm sorry," he kisses the side of your head, and you instantly regret every argument you've ever had, and wished you apologised before he left.
"Next time, you don't leave until we've made up. Deal?" You pull away and look at him, his smile wide and eyes glossy from unshed tears.
"I promise that, next time, I won't leave until we've made up," he pulls your face closer to his, softly pecking your lips, "I love you. Let's go home, please."