5SOS Preferences/Imagines

17 - Song Preference: FOOLS

I'm literally obsessed with Troye Sivan

So here's a FOOLS preference

Ashton -
"And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small"

*his POV*

As I sat in Starbucks with the boys, I couldn't help but notice how each one of them were texting their girlfriend.
The thought was slightly depressing, due to the fact that I still don't have one.
I sighed.
Maybe it was because my expectations were too high. Maybe I'm watching the right girl pass by me right now, and I don't even realize it.
I expect the perfect girl; I want a girl who laughs at my really bad jokes, I want her to be smart, pretty, classy...
I get lost in my own thoughts,
and then my eyes land on her.
She's absolutely breathtaking. There's something so captivating about her.
Maybe the way I caught her mid laugh, her nose scrunched, and her hair fanning her face.
Her Foo Fighters tshirt clung to her in the best places possible, and I would've gone up to her, too, if there weren't a problem.
She was holding hands with another guy, and it didn't look like in a friendly way.

Calum -
"Only fools fall for you, only fools
Only fools do what I do, only fools fall"

You stand in the crowd of the concert for 5 Seconds of Summer, on Calum's side.
You were a hardcore Calum girl, and seeing him up there, so amazing as he rocked out, made your heart swell.
These boys had helped you through so much, and to think you'll only be a fan hurts.
You wanted them to notice you, you wanted to be with them.
It felt like you knew them on a personal level, when they don't even know you exist.
You were such a fool for these boys.

Luke -
"I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes
I see a little house on the hill and children's names"

You looked up abruptly from the book you were reading, and looked at your husband, Luke, as he watched TV.
"Luke," you say, testing the waters.
"Mhm," he murmurs, not taking his eyes off the TV.
You took a deep breath. "Luke, I want to have a baby."
Luke splutters and chokes on air for a moment, then pauses the TV and turns to you.
"Did I hear you right? You want to have a kid?" He asks, eyes wide.
You looked down, and fidgeted nervously.
"Look, I don't know how you feel about this, but you travel the world, and see different cities and are usually on an airplane, but I'm here, and I see so many happy families, with kids, and I just... you know what, forget I said anything, I'll just -"
"Y/n." Luke interrupted. He came over and knelt in front of you.
He cupped your face and kissed you quick.
"Y/n, I'll do whatever you want to do, I stand behind you 100%. If you want to have a baby, want to start a family, then that's what we'll do, because I love you. Okay?"
You nodded your head, smiling. "I love you too."

Michael -
"I see quiet nights poured over ice and Tanqueray
But everything is shattering and it's my mistake"

It was 2 am, and you sat on a small couch in the living room of the apartment you and your boyfriend Michael shared.
You waited, watching the door, then the time, with a glass of Tanqueray in your hand.
You were tired, and wanted to sleep, but Michael rarely was home anymore, and you usually found him knocked out on a couch in the morning reeking of alcohol.
So now you sat, to see what was really going on.
Finally, you heard the lock click open, to see Michael stumble in.
He closed the door and hung the keys, to find you staring at him.
"Y/n," he slurred.
"Michael," you said in a quiet voice, your eyes never leaving his, "where have you been?" Your voice was soft and quiet, but that was just as scary as you screaming.
"Out," he replied shortly, hanging his coat.
"Out where?" you pushed.
He gritted his teeth, still stumbling a bit. "Just out."
You laughed bitterly. "Michael, what's happened to you?"
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
You got up, the glass still in your hand.
You walked towards him.
"Where did the caring, funny, loving guy I once knew go?" Silent tears fell down your face, but you were angry, too.
"Y/n," Michael started.
"No," you snarled, walking away from him.
You faced him, with distance in between you two.
"What happened, to the guy who couldn't bear to leave me alone? The guy who held me like no else ever has? Well I don't know anymore, because he definitely isn't the guy in front of me." You spat.
Michael's eyes widened, obviously seeing what was coming.
"Y/n pleas don't -"
"No!" You shouted, throwing the now empty glass at the wall behind Michael, as it shattered.
Michael flinched, looking at the glass merely inches from him, suddenly not so drunk anymore.
You missed on purpose. You would never purposely hurt Michael physically. Ever.
"I'm leaving tomorrow morning, Michael. I'll pack my stuff now, and then sleep. You take the couch."
You turned and headed for your room, but not before you saw Michael slide down the wall, his head in hands, and murmur, "it was my mistake. I'm so stupid."

***
I am so sorry, Calum's is complete shiz
The writer's block was real with his
But I got carried away with Michael's, sorry XD
I'm a Michael girl tho, sooooo
Anyways
Troye Sivan is such life I can't
So this was born
Peace 🌤
Oh yea I forgot
Screw you, global warming
It hasn't snowed all winter, and now this Snowstorm Jonas has made the snow more than half way up my body, and it's still falling
Ok *rant over*
😘🐢