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...
It was dead silence when you got home from school. "Hello?" You called as you walked through the living room. "Is anyone home?" You climbed to stairs and paused outside of Calum's room. The music was loud, which would explain why he didn't hear you. You started to walk by when you paused. "If his music is this loud, then Mom and Dad are not home, which means they had a fight. Shit." You dropped your backpack onto the floor and leaned it against the wall off to the side of the door. You carefully opened the door and peeked your head around the corner. Calum was laying on his bed, tossing a football into the air and catching it. His jaw was set and his power in each throw caused the ball to smack into the ceiling. You closed the door and walked over to the radio and turned it down just low enough that you two would be able to talk to each other. He paused his throwing and looked at you as you approached his bed. You waited for him to scoot over before laying down next to him. "What's up?"
"Nothing," he muttered and continued throwing the ball into the air.
"Nothing? I don't believe that." You scoffed. "Parents are not home and you are playing your music extremely loud which meant that you did not hear me coming home. What happened?"
Calum said nothing, so you waited. "Mom and Dad want me to play football."
"Okay," you were confused. "That doesn't sound bad."
"No it doesn't, except, Luke, Michael, Ashton, and I want to see where this band is going to take us."
"And Mom and Dad don't want you to drop football and follow your dreams?"
"I don't even know what my dreams are, (Y/N)." Calum stopped throwing the ball and looked at you.
"It's a good thing that I have an idea." You looked at him and smiled. "I'm going to say a word, and without thinking, I want to see your reaction. Okay?"
Calum groaned. "Another acting technique?"
"It helps," you playfully hit him. "Music." You smiled as you watched his eyes light up and a small smile on his face. "Goal." The twinkle dimmed but his smile didn't fade. "Friends." His smile grew wider and the twinkle came back. "Football." The smile faded and he sighed. "5SOS." He looked and you and smiled widely. "I think we know what your dreams are, Cal. You want to travel the world with your three best friends, make music, make memories, and make people happy. Yes, football will probably have you travel around the world and make memories, but you won't be with Luke, Michael, and Ashton. Besides, the worst that happens is the band doesn't get far, then you can fall back on football. Except, I know you and I know Michael. You two, especially Michael, will not let this band fail. Forget football, I have seen you practice both and you are much happier playing music."
"What about Mom and Dad?"
"Don't worry about them. This is your life. You do only have this one life, don't worry about how far the band gets or the what ifs. Just live right now, and be yourself. It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else." You tell him.
He smiled, dropped the ball onto the floor and hugged you. "Thanks little sister."
"You're welcome, just promise me something?" You hugged him back. "When you do get big and famous, don't let it get to your head, and don't forget about me."
He kissed the top of your head. "I could never forget about you, (Y/N). You're my little sister."
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