5 seconds of summer imagines

ashton imagine

You're sitting on your bed with your arms crossed over your chest with your best friend, Ashton Irwin, sitting beside you. He's here to rant about his girlfriend that just recently broke up with him. You haven't hung out with Ashton in months. You look up at him sadly."You only talk to me when you need help," you whisper before looking down at your lap again.

Ashton stops rambling. "That's not true..." he says quietly.

You glance up at him again. "Yes it is. You haven't spoken to me in months. The only time you ask to see me is when you're in need of help and there's no one there for you. It's like we're not best friends anymore. You use me." Your voice breaks off in the end. You stand up from your bed.

"[Y/N], please don't do this. I'm sorry....." he says. There's pain in his voice. More pain than from when he was talking about his ex-girlfriend.

You shake your head and run out of your room, the tears immediately falling from your eyes after. You barely make it down the stairs when two arms wrap around your waist from behind.

"I'm sorry," Ashton repeats, spinning you around and beginning to wipe your tears.

"Why did you stop talking to me?" you ask, taking a step back.

"I guess I just gave up on trying to make you notice me in a different way." He looks down at his feet before going on. "I began becoming distant when you got your first boyfriend. I just couldn't bear the thought of knowing that somebody that wasn't me was making you that happy."

You watch him, your breath catching in your throat and your eyes wide. "What do you mean?" you ask in a shaky whisper, leaning your back against the wall.

He finally lets his eyes meet yours, looking embarrassed. "I mean I need you." He leans in, pressing his lips to yours