5SOS/1D Imagines And Preferences

5SOS: Rainy Day Imagine

*Sorry this is a little bad and rushed (:

Luke: You yawn and open your eyes and reach for your phone on the nightstand. You check the time, as always. 10am. You turn around and shake Luke awake. “Luke, come on, it’s time to get up.” “No, just five more minutes,” he groans, taking his pillow and putting it over his head. You roll your eyes and jump out of the bed and wrap your dressing-gown around your body. That’s when you hear it. The snapping against the window and the roof. Your lips curl into a smile as you run down to the kitchen, quickly making a nice breakfast that you place on a tray. You grab Luke’s favourite movie from the livingroom before walking back to the bedroom with the tray in your hands. “Breakfast in bed for the best boyfriend ever!” you smile, placing the tray on his nightstand before shaking him. He groans, but pulls himself up on his elbows. “Best boyfriend ever, am I?” he smirks, and you stick your tounge out. “It’s raining, so I thought that why don’t we stay in bed for the rest of the day, watching a bunch of movies and stuff?” His face lights up. “Sounds perfect.” You giggle and place the tray in his lap before walking over to the tv you had in your room, putting the DVD in and walking back to the bed, climbing into it so you could sit next to him. “I love days like this,” Luke says as he feeds you a bite of his toast. “Me too,” you giggle, and for the rest of the day, you just lay there and cuddle.

Calum: "Cal! Dinner!" you call, and almost immideatly, Calum appears. "I’m starving!" he exclaims, sitting down by the table. You laugh and sit down opposite him, and you start to eat. You chat about everything as you always do, and Calum makes you laugh by throwing a broccoli at you. You’re just about to throw a carrot back at him when the snapping against the window catches your attention. "It’s raining!" you cry, jumping up. "Cal pleeease can we go outside?" you plead, pouting. "Yeah!" Calum responds, quickly at his feet. You run out to the hall, putting on boots and jackets before running down. The rain is falling down in cascades, and you’re both soaked within a few seconds. "I love rain!" you yell as you run around with your face towards the sky, arms outstretched. You feel someone grabbing your hand, and as Calum spins you around, you let out a loud laugh. Calum’s hands move to your hips and he pulls you close to him. "You look pretty when you’re wet," he says before crashing his lips to yours. Your hands grab his face as you keep kissing in the rain. Cliché.

Ashton: It’s been raining all day, and it’s really boring being at home by yourself, since Ashton left for band practise early this morning. You’re on your laptop, scrolling through Twitter. Though people has warned you about hate and stuff, it doesn’t bother you as much as you thought it should. And there aren’t many hate comments anyway, most of the fans love you and they ship you and Ash together a lot. You go on Youtube and watch a few of Tyler Oakley’s videos before the door opens. “[Y/N], babe, I’m home!” Ashton shouts, and after a minute, he comes into the living room. “Hi, oh God you’re wet,” you say when you see his hair sticking to his forhead and clothes that stick to his body. “Go change and come and cuddle with me, I’ve missed you today,” you say. Ashton giggles and runs up to your bedroom and changes quickly. You put down your laptop just as he comes back, dressed in his Marvel tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants. Ashton walks over to the couch and pulls you close to him. “How was band practise?” you ask, letting your hand travel over his chest. “Okay. The usual.” He sounds bored, you guess it’s because of the dull weather outside. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” you say, looking up at him. “Why don’t we make a twitcam? To pass the time?” Ashton shines up immideately. “I love you,” he smiles before grabbing the computer and starting the twitcam. “Hi, if someone’s watching yet. Yes, now there’s a few people watching! Hi! So it’s rainy and boring outside, [Y/N] and I are stuck inside, so we thought a twitcam would be nice! Just ask us your questions and all that!” You wave a little at the camera as he speaks. You spend almost four hours on the twitcam, and the next day, Twitter and Tumblr is overflowing with gifs of the two of you.

Michael: You were supposed to go to the beach today with your best friend (taking Michael there wasn’t an option), but just as you were about to leave, the rain started to fall. Loads of it. You couldn’t go outside, so you decided to stay home instead and read. You were almost finished with The Book Thief, and you loved it. You could hear Michael growl to himself from the livingroom, knowing he played a video game of some sort. You’d never been a fan of video games, which was a bit sad since your boyfriend loved them. You finished the chapter and put the book down on your nightstand before exiting the bedroom and going inside the livingroom. Michael is laying on his stomach on the floor, his eyes glued to the tv, his fingers moving quickly over the console. “What’re you playing?” you ask, sitting down on the couch. “CoD,” he replies, not taking his eyes of the screen. You scrunch your nose at the images on the screen before asking, “Can you teach me how to play?” Michael pauses and turns his head so his green eyes are fixed on your instead. “You hate video games,” he states. “No I don’t,” you say. “And besides, I’m so bored. I’ve read half a book already and I can’t go to the beach as planned. Why, scared that I’ll beat you?” His eyesbrows raise. “Is that a challenge I hear?” he asks, and your both smirk. “First you need to teach me,” you say. Michael grabs another console and hands it over to you. He starts teaching you what the different buttons do and when you’re supposed to do this or that. You end up spending two more hours playing.