Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 5 - Romeo, Romeo (C.H)

Okay so that wasn't the end😂 I decided to write more. I have written two more parts, and I will be writing a couple more tomorrow. Oh and by the way, the picture at the top is what I imagined him wearing in this scene😏 You're welcome! - Meg

YOUR POV

After clearing things up with my dad about the house, he finally agreed to let me go.

Of course he'd shed a few tears, even though he denied it and said he had something in his eyes.

He said he loved to see me so happy and that's all he wanted for his little girl.

And I'd spent my first night in my new house.

Just me and Calum.

No sneaking around.

No trying to be quiet.

No lying.

Not even any climbing through windows.

Although, Calum had thought it would be funny to try climbing through our bedroom window.

Only, the idiot had nearly fell and I scolded him and told him if he didn't come inside and stop being stupid, he'd be sleeping on the couch.

He had come inside immediately and tackled me to the bed, blowing raspberries on every inch of my exposed skin.

And he didn't stop until I surrendered.

Now as I set the dinner table at home -

Oh no wait, my parents home, all I could think of was how would my dad react to Calum.

Calum was your typical bad boy, covered in tats and donned in black clothing.

He wore a black leather jacket literally all the time, never taking it off.

And on his feet were his black converse or black vans.

His shirts were usually black but sometimes they added a little colour.

However, it was always a dark colour.

I laughed, just thinking of my literal tall, dark and handsome boyfriend.

I hoped to God that he didn't wear his leather jacket tonight and tried to wear something that was a little dressy.

Not for me though, because I loved him in anything.

But for my dad because first impressions count for a lot and if my dad didn't like the way he dressed the first time he met him, then he'd always think badly of him.

And I loved Calum so much, I didn't want my dad to not like him.

My dad entered the dining room and he smiled at me.

"I'm going to miss this," he noticed.

I laughed as I placed down the last fork.

"What, me setting the table? Are you scared mum will start making you do this now I'm not here?" I teased.

He chuckled.

"No, well yes actually. I mean, I will be sad to not see you here, setting the table for dinner. But I mean, I'll be sad that I won't see you around the house anymore. I won't come home and see you doing your homework in your room, or blasting your music whilst I'm sleeping, or have you coming to me asking for money," he teased.

"I didn't ask all the time," I gasped.

"I know sweetheart. I'll miss it though. I'm just starting to realise that you're not my little girl anymore. You're all grown up and you won't need me anymore," he sighed.