5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine - personal

Personal for @punk_rock_stina32903

"Baaaaabe?"
You hear Calum whine from the living room. You've been gone all of 2 minutes, you literally just stepped into the kitchen to grab yourself a bottle of water when he began calling for you.
"Whaaaaat?" You mimic in a tone similar to his, awaiting a reply as you scanned the fridge for anything else you made need.
"What's 'frick frack' mean?" He asks curiously and, even though you can't see him, you hear the smile he's wearing, in his voice.
"Huh?" You ask confused, unsure where this new change in topic is coming from.
"And how long you wanted to do it to me?"
At this question he bursts into full fit of laughter, and you rush back into the living room with your water in hand.
"How the hell did you find that?" You're pale white, you must be, even though you can't see your appearance. You're bug-eyed and in complete shock. How?
"Wasn't too difficult," he squeezes out in between chuckles, his head thrown back and his eyes screwed shut in glee.
"Gimme," you kneel over him to reach for his phone, but he pulls it out of your reach.
"Stop, "future Mrs Hood'," he teases, laughing again as your face flushes red.
"I hate you," you grumble, stretching for his phone as you see your old Instagram fan account practically mocking you on the screen.
"No you don't," he confidently remarks, smirking at you as he scrolls down your old feed, "you even claim to be in love with me here."
He giggles again and that's where you draw the line. Let's see who laughs next.
You reach over to the floor where you dropped your water, unscrewing the cap and dumping the contents on his head.
""What the hell, Kristina?!" He growls, jumping up and dropping his phone, just in time for you to snatch it up.
"You were being an ass," you grumbled, not paying him attention as he shook the water out of his hair and carried on complaining. You were too busy logging into the old account and deactivating it.
"What are you doing?" He asks, then realisation hits him as you grin from the sofa, "nooooo."
He whines, grabbing the phone and searching for your username, only for it to come up blank.
"Why?" He pouts, his big brown eyes wide and unhappy.
"Because it's embarrassing," you shrug.
"I liked it. I liked that you had feelings for me before you met me, it was sweet," he said, and you feel slightly guilty for your overreaction.
"Sorry, cal. It was for my own sanity. I still love you though."
"Yeah, yeah. Love you too, but the account was the best 'I love you' I've received from you."