5sos Imagines

I Don't Have A Heart (C.H Imagine)

Warnings: Just some language.

The afternoon sun was painting the sky in shades of orange, yellow, and reds, but a blotch of gray briefly floated up across your view of the sunset. You put the cigarette to your lips again, taking a drag before exhaling and watching the smoke as it sailed away into the air. You watched it until it had disappeared completely, the colors of the sun once again perfect and uninterrupted. You were saying goodbye to your familiar surroundings outside in the yard of the house that was once yours. Now, all your belongings, all your decorations, all your memories were packed into cardboard boxes and placed in the back of a truck, ready to be transported to a new house. You wanted the moment to last forever, so you could pretend for just a minute longer that one day you'd be able to return to this safe haven of yours. Nothing could pull you away from this moment.
"Y/N! Hurry up and get in the car! And are you smoking again? You know you can't smoke at the new house."
Except maybe your mom.
With the most dramatic groan you could muster, you put out your cigarette, purposefully leaving the stub on the front porch of the place. Your mom gives you a disapproving look before continuing her bustling around to make sure everything was securely in the moving van we'd rented. Unfortunately, you were stuck in an hour long car ride with the one person you resented most at the moment. Maybe it was just angry teenage rebellion, or maybe it was the fact your mom hadn't exactly made the best decisions on her priorities in life. Like maybe deciding she'd go out drinking with friends instead of going to an award ceremony for you at school. It was probably the latter.
One internal angst-filled hour later, the van was parked in front of your new house, and your mom had already begun to unload the contents and order you to help take in everything. Of course, you were going to bring in some of the boxes, specifically the ones containing your belongings. Everything else wasn't your problem.
The house wasn't a bad house at all. In fact, it was an extremely nice house, two stories, the room you claimed as yours had a balcony, and there was an actually decently sized bathtub in the bathrooms. But it wasn't your house. There were no childhood memories here to comfort you, it was just a bare house with no spirit in it. Instead of looking around the house with your mom for any longer, you went straight up to your room with your boxes, setting them down on the floor. By the time you'd brought in all your boxes, they covered most of the room.
A long sigh escaped your lips as you surveyed all the unpacking of boxes and personalizing of your room you'd have to do, and you figured you might as well start on it. It was that or go downstairs and aid mother dear in her own unpacking, and you knew that wasn't a hard decision to make. After digging out your speaker and connecting your phone to it, you began blasting Basket Case by Green Day, and you opened the balcony doors to let air into your sweltering room. As you did so, you noticed that right across from your balcony there was an identical one, just with different color curtains blocking the inside of the room from view. Apparently, you had a neighbor.
You brushed the thought of the neighbor from your mind and began on the tedious job of unpacking. An hour or two later, you'd just unfolded the top of the last box, a messy pile of all the previously unpacked boxes in the corner of your room. You'd paid no attention to the now open doors of the neighbors balcony since you were much too preoccupied with your dramatic lip syncing rendition of Ghost by Halsey.
"Hey, you must be the new neighbor," a male voice made you jump, and you whirled around to see just who had spoken. What you saw was a boy around your age, maybe slightly older, standing on his balcony that now had the doors open. The first thing you noticed about this boy was that he was hot as Satan's asshole. He had dark hair streaked with blonde toward the front that was a complete and utter attractive mess of curls, and you could tell from here that he had chocolate brown eyes. His lips were plump and looked extremely kissable, not that you were imagining kissing him...
"No, I just broke into this house and started unpacking a shit ton of boxes for fun. It's a hobby of mine." Sarcasm dripped from everywhere word that tumbled from your mouth. Sarcasm had become like an impulse to you by now, and you considered yourself an expert on it. Of course, it wasn't exactly great for first impressions, unless the person you're talking with is also a sarcastic little shit, and you had yet to see whether or not this guy was as sarcastic as he is hot.
"I'm Calum," he introduces himself with a lovable smile that parents and girls (possibly gay guys too) would completely fawn over. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, but it was completely physical because you had no intents of a relationship. With anyone. Ever.
"And I'm a sarcastic asshole, nice to meet you," you said drily, trying to shorten the conversation and hope he'd get the idea to leave. He seemed too nice, and the last thing you needed was the embodiment of a puppy following you around and being adorable. As much as you liked puppies, you had a badass reputation to withhold, and cuddling puppies was definitely not badass imagery.
"Sarcastic maybe, but I don't think you're an asshole," Calum comments before climbing across the balcony railing until he was standing on your balcony.
"Do you always come into other people's houses uninvited?"
"Says the girls who breaks into them and unpacks boxes."
"Well, I actually live here."
"Yea, and I live there, what's your point?"
"It seems slightly perverted to come into girls' rooms without permission."
"Slightly?"
"Alright, extremely."
"I only came over to see your beauty up close."
"Nice attempt to flirt."
"You liked it."
Right then, your back and forth conversation with him was cut short by the highly annoying voice of your mother informing you that it was dinner time. Food was good, but you also had to eat with your mother in the same room. She'd no doubt try to make conversation, and that would most likely not go well.
"Guess you'll never know," you tell Calum with a smirk turning up the corner of your lips before dramatically flinging open the door into the hall and leaving him to stand alone amongst the many empty boxes on the carpeted floor of your room.
Dinner was, in one word, tense. As you'd predicted, your mother repeatedly tried to make conversation, but she might as well have been talking with the wall. The only difference was you gave small grunts in reply on occasion to give the impression you were actually listening to her incessant whining about her boyfriend and her job. After you'd practically inhaled your dinner, you announced that you were going to take a shower then go to bed. You weren't actually planning on going to bed yet, you just didn't want your mom bothering you any more than necessary.
After a nice, relaxing hot shower to ease your nerves that your mom had managed to get on for the millionth time today, you exited the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around your body. Steam had fogged up the mirror and taken over the room, and you were convinced the bathroom could have passed as a sauna. You pulled on your comfiest sweatpants and a t-shirt with the wise words 'Pizza is life' on it before going over to your bed with your laptop, the only friend anyone ever needed. Well, laptop and Wi-Fi.
It was near midnight when you heard something hit the glass doors leading out to your balcony. You had the curtains drawn over them while you changed, and you'd decided to leave them there since you didn't need anyone watching you sleep or some stalker shit. At first, you ignored the sound until it was repeated again. Maybe you're just going crazy, or maybe it was Satan come to steal what's left of your soul. Either way, better not check. The noise came a third time while you were trying to watch Orange Is the New Black. Can't Satan have any respect for people trying to enjoy their shows about lesbians?
With many grumbles of annoyance, you pushed the laptop off of you along with the covers before padding across the fuzzy carpet to the window. 'Here I go, about to tell Satan off for interrupting my favorite TV show' you think to yourself. You pull back the curtains to see Calum standing on his balcony, a pebble he was about to throw in one raised hand. A sigh leaves your lips before you open the doors and take a few more steps so you were on your balcony.
"I was watching my favorite show. What do you want that's just so important you had to get me at midnight?" you ask with obvious irritability and your arms folded across your chest to help protect you from the chilled night air.
"Since you're new, I thought I'd show you around town," Calum says simply with that heart-melting smile. Not that it melted your heart. You don't have a heart. Only then did you realize he was fully dressed for going out somewhere. He had black skinny jeans on—you thought they were black, but it was hard to tell considering it was midnight—and a nirvana shirt with a flannel over it. A beanie rested atop his messy hair, and you could see just a little of the blonde streaks peeking out from underneath it. All in all, he looked hot. That was the one thing you'd admit. He was hot, but that didn't mean you liked him. Right?
"Fine," you give an exasperated sigh before disappearing back into your dark room that was only lit with the glow of your laptop screen. You scrounge around in your closet until you find a pair of skinny jeans with one black leg and one with, and you pulled out a t-shirt with a cartoon of Harley Quinn on it. You quickly got changed before slipping on your converse and meeting Calum outside.
"This town better be damn exciting if I gave up watching Orange Is the New Black for this."
First, Calum drove the two of you to the park where you both swung on the kids' swings and messed around on the playground equipment. You took absolutely no shame in laughing when he fell and landed on his butt before getting out an "are you okay?" You'd never say this out loud, but you were having fun so far. After the park came the 24/7 diner with the neon open sign that seemed a bit pointless. You were sitting across from Calum sipping a vanilla milkshake and listening to him talk about how he once had a friend who dyed the public pool's water purple with a shit ton of grape Kool-Aid mix.
"Why does this place have an open sign if it's open all the time?" you ponder, looking at the back of the glowing letters through the glass of the window beside you. "Doesn't it cost money to have them lit up all the time? That money could've gone to making more pizza to serve or something." This elicits a laugh from Calum who was sipping his own milkshake.
"I like the way you think," he suddenly comments, which pulls your attention from the sign to him. Nobody had ever told you that. The only thing anyone ever said they liked was your physical traits. You stared at him in surprise for just a moment longer before mumbling a "thanks."
The two of you left the diner once paying, and Calum refused to tell you your next stop. He insisted upon it being a surprise despite your groans about how much you disliked surprises. He wouldn't even give you a hint as to where he was taking you.
"You could be bringing me to the woods to murder me or something," you huff while looking out the window and trying to guess where you were going from the surroundings you were passing.
"Well, you're only half wrong."
"So I'm either being taken to the woods or my death, how nice to know."
It turns out Calum wasn't planning to kill you after all and instead was taking you to the woods. You followed him with many questions such as why exactly you were here and why this had to happen at midnight. The only form of response he gave you was looking over his shoulder to smile down at you, patches of moonlight shining through the trees and dappling his features. When at last he stopped walking, you were in a breathtakingly gorgeous clearing with a lake reflecting the stars in its depths.
"This is beautiful," you mumble, letting yourself be amazed for only a moment before regaining your composure. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him open his mouth to speak, and you could guess what he was about to say. "Don't even try to flirt, Hood." He laughs at this and smiles widely, taking your hand and causing tingles to shoot up your arm. Why was your arm getting all tingly? You had no clue. Calum pulls you over to the lake before stopping and turning back to you, his hand still holding onto yours firmly.
"Want to take a dip?" he raises an eyebrow at you with a grin, waiting on your response to his question. You mirror his expression, turning your lips up in a smirk and raising one eyebrows as well.
"So this was your plan all along? Bring me to a lake so you could skinny dip with me?" you ask half teasingly.
"What do I look like, a fuckboy?"
"Yes."
"You wound me," he says, dramatically placing one hand on his heart and looking down at you with an expression of mock pain. A giggle escapes your lips, something not many people have been able to get out of you as of late. "But no, not skinny dipping. We can swim in our clothes. I brought some extra clothes for us to wear."
"Oh, so now you're just trying to get to see me in your clothes, hmm?" you smirk at him, tugging him into the water with you so you were both about knee deep.
"Well, that's just an added bonus."
The two of you splashed around in the dim moonlight, playing marco polo at one point. After a while of that, Calum had gotten out of the water to check the time. You both decided it was time to be heading back since it was almost three in the morning. You changed into some of Calum's sweatpants and one of his shirts, pulling his jacket on when he offers it to you. The drive home was silent except for the car radio, lowly playing alternative music and occasionally songs you knew. Finally, Calum broke the silence.
"Was it worth skipping Orange Is the New Black?" he asks while stealing a few glances at you instead of the road. A small smile spread across your lips as you pondered your answer carefully.
"Yes," is all you say in the end, but it was all you really needed to say. You weren't really one to get all sappy. As much as you liked to think you didn't have a heart, throughout the whole night you could feel it racing in your chest, all because of Calum.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate it :-) there's a part 2 to this story and possibly a part 3 if people like it!