5 seconds of summer imagines/preferences

He finds out you have a mental disorder

M i c h a e l:

Anxiety was one of your weakest points in life. It tore you apart. Michael didn't know, because you hardly spent time together, he was either with the boys, at a party or sleeping. So you never spent very much time together. The boys had asked you to come to their outside gig, the acoustic one that would last over three hours. You knew people were going to be there, but you tried your best to contain yourself. Right now, you were stood at the back, breathing as much as you can. You started to have a panic attack and a few fans came over, "Y/N what's happening? Are you okay? Y/N?" They asked. You began to feel light headed, you fell back slightly, breathing heavily. "MICHAEL Y/N'S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!" One of the fans shouted. Michael put his gutair down and ran to you. "Babe? Babe what's happening?" He asked. "She has anxiety, Michael." Calum shouted. "Oh babe," he said and calmed you down.

A s h t o n:

Depression.

For a year you've been suffering from depression. It had basically taken over you before Ashton came along, but he's been making you really happy. Happy than ever really, he was so cute, it was unbearable. He made you laugh when you didn't even want to smile. Right now you we're sat on Ashton's knee, as he was being a weirdo, as usual. "You know? Once, Michael failed at a game of FIFA. And he threw the remote at the TV, flipped a table then punched Luke. It was the funniest thing I've seen in my whole life. Seriously, Y/N." He chuckled. You laughed along but jumped up, walking towards the kitchen. You grabbed your meds, and felt two arms snake around your waist from behind. You laid the pills out in front of you, and there it was written in print, "Y/N Y/L/N - depression tablets. Take two a day." You knew Ashton would have seen it, but you didn't want it to be a secret anymore. He smiled an pecked your neck, "I love you, no matter what, baby." He whispered.

L u k e:

Bipolar.

Usually your mood would have been, "low or depressive". But at the moment, when you spend time with Luke, your mood is mixed. Depressed but over active. It was usually normal for Luke to see you like this, but you never showed him your depressed side. Right now, you were self harming in your bedroom, the door closed but not locked. "Babe?" Luke called, walking in. You quickly shoved your blade under the covers and hid your wrist as best you could. There was a slight blood patch, as Luke looked over to your bed. "I'm not stupid, pull your sleeves up, now!" He demanded. You pulled your sleeves up as he looked down, eyes wide. "Oh, babe." He said walking over to you.

C a l u m:

Bulimia Nervosa.

Calum didn't know you had bulimia, hardly anyone did. You had just finished off your breakfast with Calum, as soon as you swallowed the last piece, you ran to the toilet, pulled open the lid and held your head over. You let out as much as you could, and as you turned around, Calum was there. "What's happening? Why is this a daily occurrence?" He asked. "I have bulimia, Calum." You cried. He sighed and took you into his arms, "fuck it, remember? Fuck it all." He whispered. You smiled and kissed his cheek, "I love you." He whispered.