1D & 5sos One Shots

Save a Life [Cake-AU]

~*a/n*~
Dear Josie,
You're whalecum🐳🐳🐳🐳

oh yeah in case you haven't noticed we changed our name

mollayandkevin was ridiculous so now its

ashsparagus

cause we're witty

yeah ok vote if you like asparagus

Uh [Cake-AU]~



Luke's POV:



I dug through my red bag, searching for more sunscreen. It was ungodly hot outside. Not even humid- just hot. 104 degrees.

I pulled out my bottle of Banana Boat at last and rubbed more on my shoulders (it's where I burned the most.) Slipping my sunglasses over my eyes I settled back I my chair. I'd been working as a life guard at Venice Beach for three years now. It was a pretty fun job and it ensured that I was always tan. And shirtless guys. That was another big part of it.

Not many people needed saving because usually if you come to the beach and go way out into the water, you know how to swim. But my boss made sure me and the other life guards had plenty to do.

I kept my eyes on the water, looking for something to do (someone to save) and it's a good thing I did, because I noticed a broken surfboard where a wave had once been. More searching turned up and dark haired surfer not to far away. He looked- unconscious? There was no time to sit around and find out though.

I blew my whistle loud alerting the entire beach there was a problem and then I ran. I tore through the sand and dove into the water, swimming all the way over the stranger.

Wrapping and arm around his muscular- fuck- waist I swam him to shore. Once we reached the beach I flopped his unconscious body onto the sand and he was so fucking good-looking.

Luke.

Now is not the time.

By now an audience had gathered to watch me save this guy's life. That always made it easier. (You guys I'm being sarcastic.)

I began to perform CPR. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... I started counting to thirty in my head while mouthing the numbers, as well doing the compresses.

After counting to thirty I repeated the process. He was still unconscious. This meant it was time to breathe for him. I had to breathe into his mouth. I had to attach my lips to his.

Why did I feel all nervous like I was about to have my first kiss with someone?

Luke. Focus.

Right, okay, almost dead guy in front of me. CPR. I can do this. I've done this a million times.

I bent over the stranger's body, tilted his chin back, parted his lips more, and blew. I felt his chest rise and fall with my breaths just like it should. Five breaths. Then 30 more compressions. Five more breaths and then- he was awake!

The boy sat up coughing up sea water like his life depended on it (which it did.)

"Welcome back," I grinned, rubbing his back as he sat forward coughing roughly. I still wasn't over how my lips felt on his.

His dark hair stuck to his forehead and his brown eyes squinted in discomfort as he coughed just to get himself straightened out this time, as his lungs had been cleared of all liquid.

He looked toward me and his eyes widen slightly as they came into contact with mine. He looked.. Stunned?

"Hi," he whispered. That's when I realized how come we were. Our mouths were only about two inches apart and- fuck- he was so beautiful!

"Hey," I smiled stupidly.

"I'm Calum," he said, all casually as though he hasn't just almost died and we weren't still surrounded by people on the beach.

"Luke," I introduced myself. "C'mon," I said, standing up, "let's get away from our- uh- audience."

It was at that moment that Calum seemed to become aware of everyone watching the scene unfold. I held out my hand to help him up. He took it, and I know it's cheesy and dumb and you've heard it all before, but there were definite sparks.

Calum and I made our way back over to my lifeguard stand where I checked him for anymore injuries.

"So do you have anyone you could call to come get you?" I asked him.

Calum shook his head. "No but I should have my..." He felt his swim suit pockets for a moment. "Here it is!" He revealed a key. "My car's just over there," he pointed.

I responded with a disappointed "Oh," because I wanted Calum to stick around for a little bit longer, but now he could drive himself home.

"So, um, see ya," said Calum awkwardly.

"Yeah," I spoke sadly. "See ya."

And then he was gone.





*********



~idk two weeks later?~



My eyes opened to find Calum laying next to me. He was already awake and watching me intently. His gaze made me shift uncomfortably. "What?" I asked.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice gruff yet affectionate.

I smiled contently as my boyfriend ducked his head to kiss my lips...


And then there was my alarm waking me up.

I had dreamed about him.

Again.

This couldn't be normal. I met the guy once and now he was all I could think about- he was my wonderwall. Calum was all I had ever wanted and- fuck- was that unfair because I was never going to see him again.

I need to get out of this apartment.

I dragged myself out of bed like Castiel dragged Dean Winchester out of hell[love me for my SPN/destiel reference], and forced myself to put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Not exactly knowing where I was going, I took off.

I sighed while walking down 53rd and 1th[love me for my Troye Sivan reference], staring at the toes of my shoes. I literally could not stop thinking about him. And the dreams about him? Some of those got pretty graphic and only made me want him even more.

I turned a corner, and glanced at my surroundings. There was a surf shop a little ways down the street, so I went in the opposite direction.

Calum loved surfing.

I haven't stopped thinking about him for two weeks. He hasn't been at the beach at all, unless I've missed him. But how could I? I never stopping looking for him.

My only day off this week is going to be spent thinking about that gorgeous, dark haired boy..

I came across an old record shop. I guess I could use a new album.

I opened the door and heard the little bell tinkle. I walked in the small, musty store and was greeted by a tall man with arms covered in tattoos.

Calum had a tattoo on his left shoulder.

Every fucking thing reminded me of Calum.

To get my mind off of him, I decided to look for one of my favorite albums. Science and Faith by The Script.

I wandered through the little hallway things of the store, looking for the ''S's".

I let my fingers trail across all of the records as I walked through and tried not to think of the gorgeous boy.

I came to the "S" section and began flipping through the first couple albums. Someone was on the other side of my row, flipping through as well as I was.

My fingers passed over Salt N' Pepa and then The Scorpions before I reached The Script. #3 and first, and finally! Science and Faith.

I reached for the album, but my fingers brushed over the person's across from me who was trying to get the same one.

My head snapped up, and I shit you not, there before me stood Calum.

His face broke out into a grin, "You're the guy who saved me."

I simply stared at the beautiful boy in front of me. What were the odds that we'd meet again?

"You're Luke, right?" he asked when I didn't say anything.

"Y-yeah," I said softly. "and you're Calum."

He nodded happily. "Thanks for that, by the way,"

I just nodded. He was so- so perfect.

"So here's the next question, which one of us get's this album?" he asked. There was only one left, and we both were reaching for it.

l was at a loss for words. What would I say? Whatever I would say would sound stupid. So I just shrugged.

"Wanna come over and we can listened it together?" he offered.

He was asking me to go over to his house. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit guys, Calum invited me over.

I suddenly got a rush of confidence and asked, "Are you asking me on a date?" but immediately regretted it because most highly attractive teenage surfers are straight.

But then he said, "Was it that obvious?" and I felt a lot better.

"Lucky guess," I said shyly. He nodded towards the register as a motion for me to follow him up there so he could pay for it.

Calum and I walked out of the door with a yellow, square shaped bag, and started back towards his apartment. His hand nudged awkwardly by mine, and I could've sworn he wanted to hold my hand, but who would want to hold my hand?

He unlocked his door and quickly put the record on. "You Won't Feel A Thing" began to play through the room.

"I love this song," he commented

"I love you," I thought to myself. But why did I just think that? I barely know him, yet I can't get him out of my mind.

We started some small talk, and he laughed a lot. His laugh was melodic, and when he did, his mouth opened and his teeth showed and his eyes got all sparkly. Kind of like Zach Aplin [i love him bye].

As nervous as I was, I've never been more comfortable with anyone.

"I use a lot of Chapstick," I laughed when he asked why my lips looked so soft.

"Can I taste?" he murmured suggestively yet affectionately. He leaned forward and softly placed his lips on mine.

Sparks, fireworks, electricity, the whole shebang.

We ended up not really listening to the album anyways. But I still have that album. That album means the world to me. If it never existed, I would never have found my future boyfriend, fiancé, and husband.

We listen to that album every day, thankful that fate brought us together.



~a/n

wow this was so cheesy

joshua! I love you - paul

-ashtyn