5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines (ON HOLD)

Calum #1

For Kat! Hope it lives up to expectations! x

You hide a smile as you watch Calum adjust his beanie for the fifth time over his unruly dark hair.

“Babe.” He whines. “I can’t get this right!”

“It looks perfect, Cal.” You soothe, giving him a peck on the cheek. “And stop worrying, they’re going to love you.”

“Mm.” Cal looks a little pale. “Does your dad have a gun?”

You burst out laughing, trying to stifle your giggles at his offended face.

“Sorry, babe.” You apologise. “No, no he doesn’t.”

“Good.” He breathes and checks his outfit in the mirror. “Should I wear a tie or something?”

“Cal, you look fantastic.”

“Maybe a suit?”

“Calum! You look perfect, ok? Calm down.” You shake your head.

You think it’s adorable that he wants to make such an impression on your family, but you know he doesn’t have to worry.

You’ve talked so much about him that they feel they know him already and have been begging you for weeks to bring him home to meet them.

“Sorry, Kat.” Calum sighs, turning to face you and putting his hands on your waist. “I just want to prove to them that I’m good for you.”

“Good for me?” You let a smile play on your lips as you hug your boyfriend tightly. “Cal, you’re amazing. You know that, right?”

“Well, I have been told…” He trails off teasingly and winks at you. “I love you, Kat.”

“I love you too, silly.” You giggle. “Now can we go?”

“Of course.”

You can tell he’s nervous because he lets you drive and jiggles his knee about the way he does when he’s anxious.

He normally doesn’t like to let you drive, because he likes to maintain your safety in the car.

But when he’s not sure of himself, or has been drinking, you drive.

Today, he’s nervous, and it’s obvious.

“Please relax, Cal.” You say, resting a hand on his knee. “I promise they will love you.”

“Hand on the wheel.” Cal mock scowls and then sighs. “Thanks, babe.”

You pull up at your parents’ house and get out of the car. Cal follows suit, a slightly paler shade than he was this morning.

You kiss him gently and take his hand, leading him up the path to knock on the front door.

It bursts open immediately and your grinning parents appear, pulling you both inside.

“Kat!” Your mum exclaims, kissing your cheeks enthusiastically. “And you must be Calum! Welcome, honey!”

“Uh, hi, Mrs.…” Cal stutters, but is cut off by your mum’s hug.

“Nonsense! Call me (Y/M/N)!” Your mum says, pulling away.

Your dad crushes you in a hug. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Hello, princess.” He rumbles.

Then he holds out a hand for Calum to shake. “Hello there, young man. You can call me sir.”

“Dad!” You scold. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

Your dad breaks out into laughter. “Your face, son! I’m just yanking your chain. I’m (Y/F/N) and you can call me that.”

All your siblings are out and about, and were meeting Cal at a later date, so it’s just the two of you and your parents for dinner.

You sit in smug quiet as you eat you meal, observing Calum and your parents interact.

He compliments your mum on everything from her food to the flower arrangements, and she’s a constant shade of pink blush.

He and your dad have a similar sense of humour, and spend the entire meal in fits of laughter at their own jokes.

All the nerves have drained from Calum’s face and he only looks comfortable and happy, smiling at you every time he catches your eye.

“That was delicious, (Y/M/N).” Cal says, after finishing his chocolate pudding desert.

“Thank you, Calum.” Your mum smiles. “Would you like to see some of Kat’s baby photos?”

“Mum!” Your mouth drops in horror. “No, he doesn’t!”

“That would be lovely.” Cal agrees, winking at you.

You scowl. “We have to go. We have a thing on.”

“We have no such thing.” Cal says, following your mum into the living room.

“You picked a good one, kiddo.” You dad smiles, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “He’s a keeper.”

And as you lean a hip against the table and watch your mum and Calum chuckling over your (adorable, let’s be honest) baby photos, you allow a soft smile to slip onto your face.

“I know, Daddy.” You say. “I know I have.”