5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Get In Loser, We're Going Shopping - Luke Hemmings

Today was officially the worst day of your life.

Everything seemed to have gone wrong.

You failed the maths test that you were so sure that you had aced, the school asshole decided to trip you on the way up the stairs and now your legs were covered in bruises, you had missed the bus earlier and since you didn't have a ride, you had to walk the twenty minutes to school and was almost late to your class, and you had lost your money on the walk so you were starving the whole day. At least your crush didn't find out that you liked them and reject you in the most harsh way possible... oh wait, he did, and it sucked.

Brushing your hair out of your face, you clutched your heavy textbooks to you chest  and readjusted your backpack on your back as you walked down the hallway, staring at your feet so you could avoid everyone's judging gazes. The public humiliation that took place today because of your asshole ex-crush had spread like wildfire through the whole school, and you could just hear everyone whispering about what a loser you were behind your back.

You let out a sigh of relief as you reached the school exit and pushed through the doors, leaving the claustrophobic school behind you as the bright light slightly. But, the weight immediately crushed your lungs when you realised that you didn't have a ride home and that you had to walk home in the sweltering sun.

It was at this thought that you could feel your walls break and tears begin to pool at the corners of your eyes.

"Fuck my life," you whispered to yourself as you walked forward a couple of steps when the loud blaring American Idiot could be heard getting closer and closer. By now, there was large crowd of people looking furiously for the disruption when what you saw brought tears down your face. Your best friends who had been on tour for the past year were driving up to the front of your school in Luke's old pick up truck.

Calum, Michael, and Ashton were standing up and yelling like the dorks they were with their shirts off and large smiles on their faces on the back of the truck as they sang the lyrics to the song as loud as they could. You could see Luke wearing a snapback and banging his head to the beat as he drove.

Running up to the front of the crowd of fawning teenage girls and jealous teenage boys, the moment the three caught sight of you, they jumped out of the moving car, ran up to you, and pulled you into them, letting out loud excited cheers.

You were full on crying by now, and as you clung onto three of your four best friends as they carried you to the truck, you could feel the disbelieving gazes of the crowd but you didn't care. You were just happy to be reunited with the boys.

They placed you down and peppered you with cheek kisses before hopping back in the trunk with large smiles on their faces. Turning to the door, you watched as he rolled down the window and said in a fake sassy tone, quoting his favourite movie, "Get in loser... we're going shopping!"