5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Shopping - Ashton Irwin

"Dammit, I should've gotten a basket," you murmured to yourself as you struggled to carry your groceries in your arms.

You had only come to the store for some shampoo and conditioner but along the way realised that you noticed you needed a multitude of other things. Thankfully, you only needed to get the original things you had come to the store for now. As you neared the hair care aisle, you heard low voices arguing rather loudly grow closer and closer. You silently pleaded that the group of rowdy boys weren't in your aisle, but the moment you turned into the lane, you felt your heart drop.

There, standing a mere few feet on front of you, was a group of boys you recognised immediately. Not knowing what to do, you jumped away from the middle of the aisle and hid behind some shelves, peeking out at them nervously as you watched them argue with various kinds of shampoo and conditioner being waved around and shoved on each others faces.

"Guys, Axe is obviously the better brand here!" Luke said exasperatedly.

"Luke, are you crazy? Axe is shit compared to Dove dammit!" Calum retorted as he scrambled to snatch the bottle in Luke's hands and put it back on the shelf.

"Fuck your guys' brands. We only have ten dollars and that ten dollars is going to be used for some colour protector or else," Michael said while sassily gesturing toward his vibrantly coloured hair.

Ash was merely standing to the side with his hands pressed against his forehead, looking completely done with his younger band mates' petty argument.

Hoping with all of your heart that they wouldn't look at you, (God knows what would happen if you made eye contact with one of them) you tried to walk past them to get your usual hair products as normally as you could.

Right when you walked past Ashton, you caught your foot on a spray bottle of Axe conditioner that had been hit out of Luke's hands only moments beforehand by Calum. Letting out a small yelp, you dropped all of your belongings and held your hands out to try and break your fall, but before you could so much as brush the floor with your fingertips, a strong pair of arms, Ashton's arms, wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards his chest, a blush immediately blossoming onto your cheeks.

"Luke! Now look what you did!" Calum yelled.

"What I did? You're the one who knocked the bottle out of my hands!" Luke argued back.

Michael didn't add any input except and irritated eye roll before he bent down to pick up your things, glaring at Luke and Calum all the while for being dumb asses. His thoughts not yours.

"Are you okay?" Ash asked with concern lacing his voice, his arms still wrapped around you. 

"Yeah," you nodded shyly.

With his eyes widening when he realised that his arms were still around your waist, Ash immediately removed his arms and shuffled a couple inches away with his eyes downcast, his hand scratching the back of his neck, and a tiny pink blush on his cheeks.

The sound of someone clearing their throat just beside you drew your attention and you quietly murmured a thank you to Michael as you grabbed your items out of his hands.

"Sorry about my mates, they're dumb as fuck," Michael apologised before shuffling back over to Luke and Calum and thwacking them both on the head.

Turning back to Ashton, you shot him a smile before speaking, "Thank you for catching me."

"You're welcome," he hummed back with a smile before holding out his hand, "I'm Ashton by the way."

"I'm (Y/N)," you replied.

"Well (Y/N), I'd love to stay and chat but I have three man children to attend to," Ash said jokingly while gesturing to the still bickering boys behind him.

You merely nodded before he turned around to sling his arms around his band mates' shoulders and lead them away from the shampoo.

Your body acting on its own accord, you found yourself lunging forward to grab onto the back the back of his shirt, a loud, "Wait!" escaping your lips.

He merely turned his head to look at you with his eyebrow cocked in confusion.

Blushing beet red, you stared at your shoes with your fingers still gripping his black t-shirt, "Will I get to see you again?"

He nodded flusteredly with a large smile on his face as the other boys smirking suggestively at the both of you, "You know that little book store right by the park?"

You nodded, the image of a small, paper-scented store floating to the front of your mind.

"Meet me there tomorrow at one," he said before shooting you a wink and turning around to continue out of the store.

Breathless, you whispered a quiet okay that didn't reach anyone's ears but yours before clutching your things to your chest and whipping toward the other exit, your shampoo and conditioner completely forgotten in the midst of the excited thoughts of the curly haired drummer you'd be seeing the next day.