5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

"Ok, so I have some news," Ashton starts, wide hazel eyes framed with glasses as he stares over at me in the library with a serious expression.
"Umm, OK?" I settle my book down onto the desk, furrowing my brow as I wait for him to continue.
"Shelby asked me out," he pulls his glasses off, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand.
"Well done?" I don't know how he wants me to react, so I just go with confusion to see where this leads me.
"What?"
"I don't know how you wanted me to react, Ash," i shrug, twiddling my thumbs on the desk and trying to judge what he's thinking. That's the thing with Ashton, sometimes he can be a really complex character, and other times he is an open box. Today, he is not the latter.
"So, you think I should say yes?" He presses, eyes never breaking their tough gaze with mine and I feel under some kind of pressure from my friend.
"Well, do you like her?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know if you'll like her in that sense unless you go on a date with her," I shrug once more, picking up my book and flicking to the next page even though I hadn't finished the page I had been interrupted on.
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so," he mumbles, and I continue to feign reading. The words are jumbled and blurred on the page, nothing making any sense as I try to take it in, and instead I just sit in the silent library until someone else speaks or it's time to leave.
"Hey, I'm gonna go," I close my book, shoving it in my bag and get up from the table.
"It's only 6?" Ashton looks up at me from his seat, and I pull my bag higher up my shoulder as I prepare to leave.
"I know but I have a lot to do. I'll see you," I flash a small smile, turning to the double doors and exiting into the cool evening air.
As I walk home in the quiet, I hadn't even realise my own feelings. The tingly pit of emptiness in my stomach as I think of Ashton and Shelby. The girl he possibly likes but won't know until he's dated her. The girl that isn't me and I wasn't even aware I was bothered about him dating someone until now.
Half way home, and the heavens open.
Rain cascades from the sky like I'm standing in a shower cubicle, the water drenching my skin and chilling me to the bone causing me to shiver and have my hair stick to my face.
The past couple of hours have been truly rubbish.
Running into my house, I slam the door without a care for anyone else being home, and I run upstairs to shower and dry off before I become ill.
Warming up instantly after a hot shower, I pull on some pyjama bottoms and a random shirt that I recognise as one Ashton leant me one time I spilt a drink down myself at his house.
Not caring enough to change, I crawl into my bed and settle myself under the covers and stare at my darkening ceiling.
It's barely 8, but I feel drained.
I guess discovering feelings you didn't even know you had, for one of your best friends, can be exhausting.

~

Being woken up by harsh knocks at 5am is not great on a Saturday morning.
I feel like I'm hungover due to my restless sleep and aching body, the pounding at the door is not helping as I grumble lowly to myself and somehow managed to drag myself through the house and to open the door.
Standing there - hair damp from the slight drizzle of rain in the early morning sunrise - is Ashton.
His large jumper is hanging from his body and covered with a jacket, glasses no longer perched on his nose as he continually rubs his face with his large hands.
"Dude, it's 5am!" I practically shout, now no longer caring that I'm the one making noise so early.
"Well I needed to talk to you-"
"And it couldn't wait until - oh, gee, I dunno - a normal damn hour?!" I scream as I feel my blood boil and tingle in my veins, his mouth is hanging open along with his wide eyes and I feel angry in his presence. If he wasn't stood in the doorway, I'd slam the door shut in his face.
"No. Not really! I had to talk to you!" He yells back at me, running a hand through his damp curls and taking a deep breath to calm himself, before he whispers, "I made a mistake."
"Again, mistakes can wait for an explanation."
I step away to shut the door and he pushes it open, I grit my teeth in annoyance and stare him down to hope he breaks. He doesn't, he just glares at me and continues.
"This mistake can't wait, y/n."
I fold my arms over my chest and wait for him to continue, so that I can tell him to go home and close the door before heading back to bed until at least noon.
"I shouldn't have told you about Shelby," he looks down at the floor and my brows furrow in the centre. I have no idea where he is going with this.
"Ok?"
"I should have just said no to her, ignored that she asked me out, and focused something else. Some one else."
He mutters the last few words almost to himself, and I've gone passed the point of confusion and to absolutely baffled.
"Why are you waking me up at 5am to tell me you don't want to date Shelby Mathews? It's not news worthy, go home so I can go back to bed," I huff, stepping back to close the door and he talks in a broken, uneven tone.
"I once read a paragraph in a poetry book - I can't remember the title or the author - but it was a beautiful piece of literature and I was enamoured by the words," he breathes out the words softly, the sun rising higher behind him as the rain slowly lets up into nothing and I'm stood staring and waiting, "I didn't understand the meaning until I read it through 3 times. But, when I did, it hit me like a tonne of bricks and it knocked the air from my lungs and the words from my mouth. It made me realise that I'm in love with someone."
Hearing him realise his feelings for someone, causes my heart to fracture. Not break. It will break when I hear their name and I'm left in my own sadness.
"They wrote 'you have to find that place that brings out the human in you. The soul in you. The love in you." He steps closer to me and I almost step back until he places a hand on my cheek, the skin cold from the rain and the early morning, "you're that place. It never said it was metaphorical or literal, but I took it as both. You're my place. The place I want to be, the place that brings me to life, the place that makes my heart burst and full of love."
I feel a slight sting in my eyes, a warmth as tears begin to brim my eyes and one falls stray down my cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb.
"I love you, y/n, and I hate that it took me so long to realise it."
"I love you, Ashton," I choke out, chuckling lightly as his face breaks out into a breath taking smile that causes my heart to literally skip a beat.
"I love you."