Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Mine (C.H)

* Y/N stands for your name *

I walk into the backstage area ahead of the show and see Luke sat on the little sofa, his hands clutching his phone as he stares down at the screen.

"Hey Luke," I greet him as I wander inside.

He glances up at me and smiles, then looks back at his screen.

He types quickly then locks his phone and shoves it in his hoodie pocket.

"Hey Y/N," he replies.

I move on over to the sofa and take a seat beside him.

"Calum know you're here?" he asks.

"Yes, well no," I reply.

He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, clearly confused.

"I mean, yeah he knows I'm coming tonight. But he doesn't know I've arrived yet," I explain.

He nods in understanding and I notice the frown playing on his lips and the crease on his forehead.

"You okay Luke?" I ask, touching his arm.

"Just a little nervous," he sighs.

"Why? You've played crowds this big before right?" I ask.

"Yeah, but that doesn't make it any easier," he mumbles.

I sit back on the sofa, wishing that I could ease his nerves but I don't honestly know what I can do.

"Just try not to think of the amount of people, just think about how much the fans love you. And think about the music," I tell him, hoping it eases some of his nerves.

"Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks Y/N," he smiles.

"Anytime Luke," I smile.

Michael comes strolling in, humming a tune I don't recognise and when he sees me sat there, he grins and rushes over.

"Y/N!" he exclaims, dashing towards me.

He reaches forward and pulls me up off the seat, pulling me in a tight bear hug.

I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me up off my feet.

He shakes our bodies from side to side, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck, his hold getting tighter.

"Okay, can't breathe Mike," I choke out.

He giggles, loosening his grip but not letting go.

"I didn't know you were coming," he says as he finally puts me back on the floor.

"Yeah, neither did I, but I thought, why not," I explained, shrugging.

"I'm glad you're here," he grins.

I sit back on the sofa beside Luke, who is back on his phone and not paying attention to the conversation.

Michael sits on the table in front of us, his elbows resting on his knees.

"I've missed you," he pouts.

"We all have!" Ashton proclaims as he comes skipping into the room.

He comes to sit beside Michael and doesn't miss the opportunity to ruffle up my hair before he sits, giggling loudly as I push his hands away and sort out my hair.

"But I think Calum has missed her the most," Michael teases, waggling his eyebrows.

Ashton giggles and winks cheekily at me.

"Where is he anyway?" I ask.

"Getting his hair done and picking out the fifth outfit of the night," Ashton says, rolling his eyes.

"Fifth outfit? Are you having outfit changes?" I ask.

Calum never mentioned outfit changes.

"No," Luke pipes up. "He just wants to look his best for you."

He chuckles and throws an arm around my shoulders.

I laugh, imagining a flustered Calum trying to pick the perfect outfit to impress me tonight.

Only thing is, that boy can wear anything and he looks hot in it!

Literally anything!

And as if he heard his name, Calum comes sauntering in and immediately glares at Luke when he sees his arm over my shoulders.

He has always been against the boys touching me, even if it's as innocent as a hug.

He grabs Luke's arm and tosses it asides and then sits on my lap, straddling me and wraps his arms around my neck.

He clings to me, his head nuzzling against my neck and burying his face in my hair.

He mumbles to Luke, against my neck, "Get your own girlfriend!"

And the boys burst into laughter, but I just wrap my arms tight around his waist.

He shifts his weight, rolling off me to sit beside me and instantly pulls me to sit on his lap.

"That's better," he grins.

His hands curve around my waist, laying palms flat on the small of my back and he leans his head back against the sofa.

"You are so whipped," Michael teases, chuckling.

Calum just shrugs, brushing off his teasing and stares deep into my eyes.

"Michael, when you find your reason for breathing come back to me and say that again," he says, never taking his eyes off of mine.

"I will never be as whipped as you are," Michael disagrees.

"Oh trust me, you will," Calum says. "And you'll realise that this right here, right now is the happiest you've ever been. And the happiest you'll ever be. And its the best feeling in the world."

I smile down at him, and mouth "I love you" to which he repeats those three little words "I love you."

Ashton, Michael and Luke stand and make their way out of the room to get ready for the show and I begin to stand too.

But Calum holds me against him, refusing to let me go and shakes his head.

"Not yet," he begs.

"Okay," I reply.

He leans forward and presses his wet, warm lips against mine, a hum of pleasure escaping his lips as soon as the connection hits.

"I love you," he breathes against my lips. "Thank you for existing."

"I love you too," I repeat. "And I think it's my mum you should be thanking for my existence."

He chuckled.

"I've already thanked her," he said.

"What? When?" I gasp.

"Your birthday," he smiles.

"Calum," I cry.

"I wanted to thank her for creating the most beautiful girl in the world and thank her for sharing her with me," he announced.

"Cal," I sigh.

"I love you baby. So much. You're my everything and always will be," he proclaims.

He kisses my lips again softly.

"I love you too Calum. So much. You'll always be my happiness," I promise.

He pushes us up and I walk him to the room that leads to the stage.

"Watch me?" he asks.

"Always," I promise.

I cup his cheeks in my hands.

"I'm so proud of you baby. You're amazing!" I gush.

His eyes shine with the love he holds for me and he takes one of my hands in his.

He kisses the back of it, with a soft lingering kiss.

"I do this for you," he tells me. "I'll see you later."

I nod and he winks before heading for the stage.

And I watch my whole world rock out!