5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum imagine - personal

Personal for Milkywaymikeyy

Calum's POV
Strolling down the street, I pick up my pace when I realise how late I am. I was supposed to be at my girlfriends house 20 minutes ago, yet here I am just in my own little daydream with my headphones without a care in the world.
She won't be angry, she never is. She will playfully scold me and kiss me like I was on a time. The perfect girlfriend, really.
I hum along to the familiar tune in my ears, fingers subconsciously mimicking the plucking of strings as if I was playing the guitar. Anyone who saw me would think I'm mental.
I ripped the earphones out of my ears when I near her drive one, shutting the music off and shoving them in my pockets as I knock on the door.
I shuffle my feet awkwardly as her mum answers the door, smiling politely at my cheeky and innocent grin.
"You're late," she scolds, all whilst keeping a smile on her face.
"But you all love me for it," I innocently remarked, grinning like a child that just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
"She's upstairs, be quiet though," she laughs lightly, looking at me frown when I hear light music from upstairs, "you'll see."
She pushes me towards the stairs and smiles warmly at me. I couldn't held the confusion coating my features, my feet slowly ascending the stairs as he music grows louder and more familiar.
'When I was younger I saw my daddy cry,
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched,
As he tried to reassemble it.'
My breath hitches at the beautiful melody, the soft plucking of the guitar strings and the voice flowing like melted caramel into my ears.
'And my momma swore,
That she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised,
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist'
I stand by the doorway, the door ajar so that I can see just enough of the room. Lilli has her back to me, and she's playing the guitar that's perched on her knee, singing the Paramore song with so much passion, you would think she had written it herself.
'But darling,
You are the only exception,
You are the only exception,
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.'
I listen in content as she continues the song, not wanting to burst into the room and ruin the moment that I'm lucky enough to witness.
As she hums the last line of believing, I casually step into the room and begin clapping slowly.
The new sound that she wasn't expecting, causes her to jump in shock and she whirls around to see me. God, she is beautiful. I'm so damn lucky.
"How long you have you been there?" She gasps, and I smile widely at her sitting form.
"Since the beginning of that song," I respond, sitting down next to her on the bed and kissing her cheek, "what others do you know?"
"I'm not playing for you," she hotly responds, clearly not comfortable with performing in front of me.
"Why not?" I pout, widening my big brown eyes and guilting her into it.
"That's not going to work," she remarks and I give up with a huff.
"But you sounded amazing. Perfect, even. I had no idea you had such talent, babe," I gush, pulling her closer to me as she squirms in embarrassment and hides her face from me.
"You're the singer, not me," she quietly says, and I hold her tight against my body as I whisper into her hair.
"I'd give up my voice for eternity if I could just hear you sing for a day."