Calum Hood Imagines

Badboy! Calum

This is cliche I know, I'm sorry but bad boy Calum is just hot.

Y/n pulled her earbuds out of her ears as she walked through the front doors of her high school. She shoved her phone into her hoodie pocket and walked up the stairs towards her locker. She turned the corner to see Calum hood leaning against her locker, bobbing his head along to the song playing through his earbuds. You see, Calum Hood is the punk of the school. The boy with tattoos, piercings and the boy with the ripped band tee shirts. The boy who never listened during class and spent his time tapping his dirty worm out converse against the tiles. The boy who ever girl liked, yet he never dated anyone. He only ever talked to his 3 best friends and no girl, ever. His locker just so happened to be next hers, though the fact that it was next to hers doesn't explain why he was leaning against hers. "Calum?"  Y/n questioned. He didn't respond. She sighed and gently tapped him on the shoulder. Calum glanced over and pulled one of the earbuds out of his ears. "What." He spat. "That's my locker asshole." Y/n growled. Calum smirked and pushed himself off before leaning against his own locker and crossed his arms. Y/n realized that he never put his headphones back in. She opened her locker after 5 tries (which Calum laughed at) she finally opened her locker and pulled out her binder. She slammed the locker shut before turning over to Calum to see him staring at her blankly, no expression not even his infamous smirk that he's almost always wearing. Y/n looked at him, confused before Calum shook his head, put his earbud back in and tuned to walk down the hallway.

The last bell finally rang and Y/n was anxious to get out. All she wanted was some iced coffee and to watch Netflix in her bed. Though as she walked out through the front door she bumped into a wall. Or at least what she thought was a wall. She looked up and there stood Calum hood, trey he stood there with a smile. "Can I help you." Y/n spat. She was in a bad mood, he failed her social exam and she had an ongoing headache. Calum clenched his jaw before looking to the right, he shook his head before quickly looking back at her. "Do you um-." He stopped to clear his throat. "Want to go to this music store, it half a bookstore and I um saw you reading one today so I just thought you'd maybe wanna go." He had bright red cheeks and kept shifting his weight between each foot. Y/n smiled at him lightly, this was the first time she had ever seen him flustered. "Sure, Calum." He grinned widely before smiling back into the distance he looked at before. Y/n looked over and saw Ashton Irwin, one of Calum's best friend and one of the schools punks. Y/n felt a small tap on her shoulder and looked back at Calum. "This way." He beckoned his head forward. Y/n smiled and followed him.

Calum and Y/n walked for about 10 minutes before they stopped at tiny store that was squished between two much larger stores. "I never knew that this place existed." Y/n grinned as she walked through the door that Calum had held open for her. "No one really does, me and the guys usually spend most of our time here. It's cool." Calum stated as he brushed his hand over the books on one of the bookshelves. "Hey Joseph." He called out as an older man walked out from the back door, pushing a cart filled with old looking books into the store. "Calum, who's the pretty lady?" Joseph asked and smiled softly as Y/n. "Its- uh Y/n." Calum mumbled quietly. "Here look at this." Y/n walked over to the shelve in which Calum was kneeled in front of. She sat down on the floor with crossed legs as she cocked her head slightly to the left and smiled at him. Calum' heart fluttered and he sat down cross legged beside her. He had liked her for a long while now, and this, this moment right now was all he had ever dreamed of. He ran his hand over the bottom shelve before he stopped and pulled out a thick book. "This ones my favourite, has been for a long time." Y/n turned the book over and started reading the back. Calum looked down at her and grinned.

-couple of hours later-
The two were now sat down against a shelf in the back of the store sharing a pair of earbuds as Calum talked about all his tattoos. "And this ones for my sist-." "Hey Cal?" Both of their heads snapped upwards to see Joseph standing there who looked tired yet stood there with a large smile. "Closing time, I'm guessing?" "Yeah, sorry Calum." "Its fine." Calum and Y/n stood up and walked out the front door, side by side. "I guess I gotta take you back home now?" Calum questioned with a slight pour on his lips. "I have to,but I don't wanna. I don't know you could sneak into my room, you didn't tell me the story of the rest of your tattoos." Calum glanced down at her and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together. "You sure you want a punk a punk in your room?" He questioned with a smirk. "Of course I want the punk with 12 tattoos for his mother in my room." Y/n giggled. "You remembered?" "Of course I did, they're adorable." "Like you." Calum mumbled. "The adorable punk." Y/n grinned.

Now they were both sat on her bed. "And the last one is for my dad." He whispered before looking back up at Y/n. Their eyes locked and Calum looked down at her lips. Having an eternal battle in which he didn't know if he should kiss her or not. Obviously he wanted to but wait if she didn't. What if she was only doing this to be nice and didn't actually care. Calum's thoughts wee interrupted as a pair of warm lips attached themselves to him very own.