5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum imagine - personal

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Walking down the busy school corridors, you get bumped from side to side as you make your way to your locker.
You're not "known" here. You're an introvert that's ignored, seen as invisible, and that's completely ok with you. You don't want to be a popular cheerleader or the girl everyone knows. You want to stay true to yourself - quiet and hardworking, the girl that goes about her own business without everyone knowing.
"Alexis!"
Apart from Calum Hood.
"Yes?"
You turn to see the smiling, goofy, star soccer player making his way towards you. Guys greet him on his way, girls flirt with him, and he half-heartedly returns the majority of it.
"How are you beautiful?"
You scoff at the never ending, rubbish nickname he's used with you for over a year, and you roll your eyes before replying.
"I'm good, how are you?"
He begins talking about how he is, what's been going on since he last spoke to you a couple of days ago, and you pay the slightest bit of attention as you feel yourself mesmerised by his deep, brown eyes.
"So, what do you say?" He eagerly asks, and you feel awkward for not knowing what he is talking about.
"Say about what?" You ask, brows furrowed in confusion as he chuckles at you.
"Nothing doesn't matter," he grins shyly, his whole demeanour changing from the cheeky boy you witnessed mere seconds ago, "better get to class. See you later."
And, with that, he's gone around the corner and left you alone to grab your things and make your way to English.
The whole period you spent thinking about what Calum was asking you. Probably to help him with his homework like you normally do, or begging you to go to a game that you always seem to find an excuse for.
Once the bell rings, you grab your books and leave the room quickly, and head to history.
You have this lesson with Calum, so you can ask him what he was asking you earlier and put your overactive mind at rest.
You sit down, tapping your foot impatiently waiting for the tanned, dark haired, beautiful boy - with the smile that could power a small town - to walk through the door.
As if on cue, he walks in with a couple of his friends and saunters over to a chair not far from you.
He smirks at you as he sits down, you waving in return, and he quickly looks away before looking back at you.
You mouth a 'what?' As he shrugs at you. The class begins and you open your notebook, taking notes whilst glancing over at Calum's hunched, muscular back every so often.
Half way through the lesson, a scrunched up ball of paper lands on your desk, and you quickly look over at Calum.
He tends to do this a lot, knowing you won't check your phone in class and it's the only way to guarantee a response from you.
When he first started doing things like this, you  were confused - as were his friends - but he just brushed it off as nothing.
Unfolding the paper, his messy scrawl was across the middle.
'Hey beautiful.'
You shake your head and write neatly underneath.
'Sup?'
Tossing it back, you instantly regret your slang language as he snorts from the nearby table attracting attention.
"Sorry. Weird sneeze," he argues, letting the class continue with the lesson, as he chuckles quietly to himself and you can feel your cheeks heating red.
'Sup? Didn't realise how ghetto you was Alexis'
You continue to throw the ball back and forth, that is until he throws it a little too hard and it flies straight passed you and within your teachers focus zone.
"Calum and Alexis. Detention. After school."

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You trudge along to detention, sitting down quietly and hating the fact you're in detention. You never do anything wrong, and detention falls into the 'wrong' category.
Pulling out a book, you begin to read as Calum casually walks into the room 5 minutes late.
"Calum. Detention after school means straight away, not when you please."
"I know I'm sorry. Can you let Alexis go though?" He quietly begs and you look up from the book.
"And why is that?" You teacher sneers, not bothering to get up from his desk to acknowledge Calum further.
"Because it was my fault-"
"You both participated in the notes. Therefor you both stay."
He huffs out in annoyance, dropping down into a chair next to you and groaning. Your eyes fall back to your book as you read without actually taking in the words.
He whispers your name in the silent room, making the sound 10 times louder than if it was a standard class.
"Hood. Quiet."
You turn to look at him after a few seconds, and he grins proudly at you finally responding to him.
'Hi beautiful'
He mouths to you, ensuring silence so that neither of you are caught out.
'Hi'
You respond, felling slightly more relieved about having to be in detention now that Calum is here. You smile brightly, your cheeks flushing lightly as he winks your way.
'Can I walk you home?'
He mouths and acts out, causing you to nod your head quickly before looking back at your book in case the teacher saw.
"You're free to go. Stop passing notes in my class. If you want to ask out Alexis, Calum, you do it in your own time not mine," your teacher grumbles and you both freeze in your seats.
He was going to ask you out?
"Thanks, teach," Calum sarcastically remarks before getting up and ushering you out of your chair into the corridor.
"You were asking me out?" You anxiously ask, playing with the strap on your bag as you both began walking.
"Well, yeah," he mutters, ruffling his hair and scratching the back of his neck with nerves. If anyone should be nervous, it should be you, "I tried earlier, but you didn't hear me. So, I thought I'd give it a go by note because I was so damn nervous, but you saw how that went."
He trails off and you both walk in silence for a minute. You think of why he would ask you out - the quiet, introvert that doesn't run anywhere near the same social circles as he does - and the only word forming on your lips is the one you randomly blurt out.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes. I'd like to go out with you, Calum," you grin at him, hoping he was being as serious as you are right now.
"Great."