5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine

Picking up several more items of clothing from the floor, I groan in annoyance and throw them into the basket in one of my arms.
Calum's been gone since yesterday evening, and it's now passed noon. He has no care for time keeping, cleaning or myself, and it's beginning to wear thin with me.
"Oh, look, another shoe," I complain as I kick it out of my way so that I don't trip over it due to it being left in the hallway, "what a fun life I lead."
I feel like I complain too much, and I probably do, but when your boyfriend is rarely home and leaves the mess of a hurricane behind him when he is, it begins to get tiresome and I'm bound to hit my breaking point if one more thing becomes a problem.
Just as I'm thinking this, a crash is heard at the front of the house and I drop the clothing in the washer before rushing along the corridor to see what happened.
Standing there - with no guilt on his face whatsoever - is Calum, as he looks at me before shrugging it off and attempting to walk passed me.
"Whoa, where the hell do you think you're going?" I put an arm out to stop him getting passed me and he rolls his eyes in announce. Yeah, I feel ya buddy.
"Bed. Can you move?" His tone is clipped and irritated, but it just winds me up even further.
"What happened to manners?" I ask, looking over at his tired face and dark circled eyes, "and you're going nowhere until you clean up this mess."
I gesture to the smashed photo frame on the floor, knowing its one of the two of us which just crushes me even further regarding the state of our relationship.
"Nah, I'm good," he mutters, and I grab him by his jacket before he can climb the stairs, "what the fuck, y/n? What is your problem?"
"My problem?" I fume, all of my anger from the last few weeks building up and finally...I snap, "my problem is you, Calum."
"Me?" He laughs, but I cut off his laughter when I begin shouting.
"Yes, you! You've been awol, doing who and god knows what. You're barely home, and when you are you treat it like a damned hotel. I work and have a lift too, you know. I'm not your fucking maid!"
"I pay the bills, I support everything you do, so the least you could do is a bit of cleaning," he sneers, climbing the stairs and I'm hot on his heels.
"You just broke our anniversary photo and you couldn't even give a crap. You don't talk to me anymore, you don't acknowledge me. I may as well leave with the amount of appreciation I get here."
"Go on then," he faces me, waiting with almost hope in his eyes that I'm going to take his offer, "leave."
I'm stood gaping at him, but I collect myself quickly.
"Gladly."
Turning to the closet, I pull out an empty suitcase and bag to begin filling them with my belongings. I pay no attention to anything other than my anger and what I'm doing. I don't think about where I will go, because I honestly couldn't care less. I just want to leave this toxic environment before it kills me.
"Goodbye Calum."
He simply waves before dropping face first into our - his - bed and falling asleep. I shake my head in disbelief, grabbing my bags and dragging them down the stairs with me. I throw them in my car - not caring if he pays for it - and I begin to leave.
He doesn't call me back. He doesn't chase me down the street. There's no tears, no begging, no hope for love.
There's just the end.