5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Money

Choose your boy

His POV

Sitting at a lone table on the sidewalk, I take a sip of my warm drink as I admire the beautiful weather outside. The weather is rising, sun shining and tingling my skin as I bask in the warmth and enjoy every small gust of air that hits my body.
I hum contently to myself, closing my eyes for a brief moment behind my sunglasses, and I rhythmically tap my fingers on the glass table as I enjoy my short time alone in between shows in cities with names that I can never remember. Could be Chicago, maybe even LA, or a different continent completely. I'm always on the go with the band, so my whereabouts are usually not important to me.
I relish in the silence. Not thinking or doing anything.
I don't know what it was that attracted my attention to her, but I'm instantly glad that my eyes caught her extravagant appearance.
Sat on the opposite side of the street - at a rival cafe - was a girl that no word near beauty could describe.
Her effortless intoxication had me sit straighter in my seat, and I burnt holes into her with my gaze as I couldn't break it from her bright blue hair and dazzling smile that had me instantly captivated.
She was on her own, talking away excitedly into her phone as people frowned at her and - most likely - her out of place appearance.
I heard the distant giggle erupt from her parted, red lips and it caused me to feel warmer than any sun ever could.
A smile broke out on to my lips without me even realising, and I'm just happy that she hasn't noticed my obvious staring in her direction.
I glance at her, from head to toe, and hum again - this time in appreciation. She's wearing simple black Converse and skinny jeans, a white top that sits nicely against her skin and cerulean hair.
I chew on the skin of my lip, wondering if I could ever have the confidence to go over there and introduce myself.
You would think nerves would be no big deal in my line of work - performing to thousands of people on a daily basis - but, something about her causes all apprehension to hit me, and my anxiety hits the roof.
I can talk to girls, I can talk to pretty much anyone without a second thought, but her...there's something so captivating and nerve-racking about her, that my heart pounds into my chest and up through my throat. Silencing me.
She's not the kind of girl you'd strike a casual conversation with. She's the type you want to get to know. Find our her favourite colour, her favourite band, her middle name...
Just as I convince myself to walk across, knowing I really do have nothing to lose at this point, my phone chimes with a text from one of my band mates.
M/L/A/C: sound check pronto!
Rolling my eyes at the unfortunate timing, I type back a quick 'ok', and look back over to her quickly.
The seat is empty.
She looks long gone, and I can't believe I missed the opportunity to talk to a girl that held me so captivated in such a short period of time.