5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine - Personal

Personal for @/imma_lovin_5sos_

All you can hear is your own heavy breathing as you hide in the shower cubicle. Calum has been attempting to tickle you all day, majority of the time he has been succeeding, and you refuse to let him get you anymore. So, here you are, standing in a shower cubicle and hiding from him in the hopes he will let you off.

Hearing the bedroom door open, his feet pad lightly into the room and he begins searching for you and calling your name. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice and know what he plans on doing once he finds you. But that's not going to happen, you refuse.

Turning around to face the tiled wall, you cover your hands so that you can't see anything. Going for the "if I can't see him, then he can't see me" method. It's a ridiculous idea, but it's currently the only one you can think of. Apart from throwing shampoo at him.

"Gotcha!"

He yells as you scream in excitement, his arms wrapping around your body and pulling you out of the shower cubicle and into the bedroom as you thrash around.

"No!!" you whine, not wanting to give into him as he chuckles loudly and tickles your sides. His strong arms hold you tightly, but it doesn't stop your legs from moving.

You kick out, the heel of your foot colliding with something, just as he groans in pain and lets you go. You turn around, breathless from the struggle, and see Calum on his knees on the ground, face contorted in pain and cheeks going red.

"Cal? You ok?" you ask worriedly, dropping down in front of him and checking him over as he shakes his head.

"Your foot....my crotch..." he wheezes, doubling over, and realisation dawns on you. You kicked him in little Calum.

"Oh no. oh no. I'm so sorry, Calum," you panic, stroking his hair as he falls against you slightly in need of comfort.

"Its...fine," he pants, a light, breathless chuckle escaping his lips as he groans afterwards.

"Teach you for tickling me," you mutter in an attempt to make light of his painful situation, succeeding when he laughs into the crook of your neck.

"If this is what I receive, I'll never tickle you again," he mumbles, kissing the soft skin of your neck as he remains still for a short while, "you have to look after me now."

"I don't think so," you roll your eyes, pulling away from him to be given the 'puppy-dog look' he has truly nailed and always uses against you when he doesn't get his own way, "Don't even think about it."

He pouts his bottom lip out, somehow causes his eyes to glossy and saddened, and patiently waits for you to crack.

"Fine. I'll put a movie on. Idiot," you grumble, as he stands up like nothing had happened to him with a bright smile on his face.

"Love you, babe. Even if you cause me injuries."

"Love you too, Cal. And stop being sarcastic, or else I'll cause more."