5SOS Imagines and Preferences

Awful and adorable (Ashton)

"Argh, I'm guessing you're gonna pay for you own then?" Your date asked you because you asked for a side dish. He with his head in the menu, avoiding to look up. Your eyes widen as you sighed, regretting this date once again. Ten minutes in and your date starts rambling and praising everything bad in this world.

You hated blind dates, so the easiest way to not go on them, was to avoid them. But unfortunately, your mum set you up on this one. Which was a terrible idea. This man was rude, racist and just straight up awful. The waiter coughed and you looked up with sorrow in your eyes. The waiter was attractive with his curls hanging down his forehead and the glasses fitting him perfectly. He smiled, so the dimples on his face appeared, making your heart flutter before your date started speaking, ruining the moment completely.

"I'll like two muffins and a black coffee, then," he mumbled and handed the menu to the attractive waiter. Before the waiter walked away again with the menus under his strong arms, you saw the little tag with the name "Ashton" on it.

The rest of the date, you could actually not stop having Ashton in the back of your mind. When your date started rambling again about whatever, you had blocked him out. Fortunately, you could stare at the waiter Ashton without your date noticing. Ashton walked around the tables his shirt hanging loosely around him. When he brought your food, you tried to keep calm and maybe make a good impression. However, when you couldn't even talk when he was near you. You sighed when your date again started arguing with himself about the worst things in life.

Minutes passed. A half hour passed. A whole fucking hour passed and your date was still rambling. You sighed before choosing what you should do next. You suddenly raised yourself from your wooden chair and smiled at your date, who instantly stopped talking as soon as he saw you standing up.

"What are you doing?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows, pissed that you had interrupted his little speech.

"This is not going to work out." You responded with a smile, as his face grew more confused. "I'm gonna pay the bill and you're gonna get the hell out of here, okay? You're probably surprised that I can talk, huh?"

Your date was surprised over your sudden attitude. He got up from his chair, pushing it back so it fell to the ground. Some of the costumers turned their head towards the scene. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ashton behind the desk, observing every move you made.

"Okay." Your date answered with the click of his tongue. "You're missing out on a lot, girl."

"Get the fuck out before I punch you in the face," you said with a serious expression, as he smiled on his way out. A headache was slowly kicking in as you sighed as soon as the bell above the door rang, showing you that he was far away now. What a jerk.

You turned around on your heel and marched towards the desk. Ashton was standing behind it with a smirk as he watched you come with a tiny smile. You stood right in front of him as he raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to say something.

"You don't have alcohol, do you?" you exclaimed as Ashton chuckled slightly, but shook his head.

"No, we don't. Awful date, huh?"

"Worst. Human. Alive." You mumbled with a tired facial, but you managed to get a smile spread across your face, still trying to impress the cute waiter. Ashton nodded understanding, already finding your bill.

"So, you have to pay for all of it?" he questioned, managing the bill before handing it over. As you dealt with the bill and the tips, Ashton was looking at you, writing down numbers and letters.

"Yes, and I'm happy to if it means I get that idiot out of my face," you murmured as you handed him the bill. Ashton nodded again before saying something surprising.

"Could I make that..." Ashton pointed to your empty table, referring to your date, "better by asking you out? Someday? Maybe?"

He smiled as you bit your lip, pretending to think about it.

"Yes, of course," you said, your breathing becoming quicker as he grinned. Your stomach was twisting in every possible way as Ashton's beautiful dimples spread across his face again.

"Oh, and just so you know," Ashton leant across the desk, making your heart shutter, "I can do it waybetter than he can."