Just a little book of preferences and imagines with the boys of 5 Seconds of Summer.
Pretty self-explanatory
WILL CONTAIN LANGUAGE AND POSSIBLE TRIGGERS LATER IN THE STORY. I am going to try to not put triggers in there but I will make sure to warn...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"(Y/N)!" You awoke to see Calum looking at you with a scared expression. He wiped away the tears that were on your cheeks. "You dreamed about it, didn't you?"
You nodded, not trusting your voice. For a few months now, you were having dreams about you being raped back in high school. You tried therapy and confronting your rapist, but nothing has worked. At first, the nightmares were happening every day, but once you met Calum, they died down.
Calum wrapped his arms around you cautiously. You curled into his side. "We are just going to have to start making a lot of good memories."
"Why?" You choked out.
"Someone once said that sometimes your memories can be your best dreams or your worst nightmares. So, if you and I start making good memories, maybe this nightmare will go away." He whispered.
You looked at him. "Do you think it will work?"
"I'm your best friend, have I ever steered you wrong?" You blinked at him. "Don't answer that."
"You're the bad influence, remember? I'm the good influence." You chuckled slightly.
"See, my plan is already working." Calum kissed your forehead.
"Thank you, Cal." Youyawned and a few moments later, you were in a dreamless sleep.
Ashton-
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"You look like shit." Ashton comments as you meet him for lunch. You glare at him. "I mean, is that a new make-up trend? Because you look gorgeous."
"I know that I look like shit. I haven't been sleeping well." You confessed.
"Why not?" Ashton looked worried.
You shook your head. "It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. At least, it does to me. What is it?"
"Nightmares." You tell him without looking at him. "The same one over and over again."
