5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Drummer Boy - Ashton Irwin

*3rd Person POV*

Lou Teasdale ran though the halls, bursting with excitement. Once she reached the end of the hall, she tossed the background door open, smiling as the nine boys in the room stared at her questioningly. "(Y/N)'s back!"

Harry, Niall, Louis, and Liam jumped in excitement, rushing toward Lou. "Where is she?!"

At that moment, (Y/N)  walked into the room, a large smile adorning her face. "She, is here!"

Louis and Niall immediately shot forward, Harry, Zayn and Liam joining them only moments after in a large group hug. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe you're here!"

"We thought you were going to be gone for the whole tour!"

"We missed you so much!"

Soon after, soft sniffles could be heard coming from the mound of people, happy tears running down their faces.

"We were so scared for you," Harry mumbled, wiping a few tears off his cheeks.

"If you get sick like that again I swear I'll never forgive you," Louis sniffled, squeezing (Y/N) even tighter.

"I'll try not to," (Y/N) joked, smiling despite the tears running down her face.

After a few more minutes, they all broke apart, wiping their tear stained cheeks and rubbing their red noses.

"I missed you lads so bloody much," (Y/N) confessed, rubbing her eyes gently.

*Ashton's POV*

I watched the emotional heap of people standing in the centre of the room, my brow furrowing in confusion. I shared a few glanced with Cal, Luke, and Michael, feeling slightly reassured at the obvious confusion on their faces as well.

We continued to stand awkwardly for a few minutes until they broke the hug. My eyes widening in surprise at their tear-stained faces. She must mean loads to them seeing as they're crying.

"I missed you lads so bloody much," the girl mumbled, rubbing her eyes cutely.

Despite the situation, I felt my cheeks heat up slightly, finding her incredibly adorable. My cheeks grew even darker as Michael nudged my side, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"So you guys are the famous Five Seconds Of Summer I've been hearing about," she teased, smiling brightly.

I shifted my gaze toward her, blushing even darker as I realised her eyes on me.

I nodded, clearing my throat slightly, "Y-yea."

She smiled sweetly, the corners of her eyes crinkling cutely. "Cool, I'm (Y/N) by the way."

 We all introduced ourselves, Lou speaking up after we did so. "Well boys, seeing as your not ready for this show at all," she paused, gesturing to our hair and clothing, "(Y/N) here will help you get ready while I take this lot," she then gestured to the 1D boys, "To get ready as well."

We all nodded, following (Y/N) as she led us to our dressing room. She slammed the door behind her, smiling brightly. "Okay, let's get started."

She grabbed the person closest to her, me, and set to work on my hair, all while making conversation with us.

"So who exactly are you?" I heard Michael ask, genuine curiosity colouring his voice.

I felt my face heat up once more as she skilfully messed with my hair, her voice calm and collected. "I'm the boys' stylist along with Lou."

"Then why were you gone for the beginning of the tour?" Luke asked.

"Well I got super sick. It was only a few days before the tour started and I was with the boys, I wasn't feeling well the whole day and well yea, lets just say something bad happened and the next think I knew I was in an ambulance." She explained, untangling her hands from my hair and turning toward the clothing rack, rummaging through the various items of cloth.

I sat in silence, unsure of what to say and judging by Cal, Luke, and Michael's silence, they didn't know either.

She sighed turning back around and tossing me my outfit. "Anyways, I'm better now. I felt kinda bad for the boys though, I gave them quite the scare."

"You guys are close?" I asked, changing out of my clothes. I didn't bother to go somewhere else to change seeing as it wasn't unusual t change in front of your stylist either way.

I watched as she turned around to look at me, her cheeks going slightly red as she noticed my lack of a shirt. "Yea, we are."

I smiled slightly, admiring her as she started to style Luke's hair. Her outfit was cute, a nice flannel with black skinny jeans, combat boots, and a grey beanie to top it all off. Her clothing coordination really showing off her eyes for style.

I looked up toward Michael, flushing as he smirked knowingly at me. Glaring, I watched as he mouthed for me to 'Get on with it' my face growing ever darker. I shook my head, crossing my arms as he rolled his eyes, an evil smirk beginning to grow on his face.

"So (Y/N), you seem like the type of girl that's into guitarists." he flirted, winking cheekily. I could tell from the playful gleam in his eye that he was up to something, but I couldn't say that she could.

I watched her reaction closely, her eyebrow quirking up slightly as she smirked back. "Actually, I'm more of a drummer girl." She teased while winking at me, a small smile playing on her lips.

I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, biting my lip nervously. I glared over at Michael, him smiling in victory. I shifted my gaze once more to Calum, him mouthing the few words or encouragement I needed, 'Its now or never mate'. 

Head high, I replied back. "Oh really?" I asked, smiling wide.

She nodded, giggling slightly as she fixed up Michael's hair, "Yea."

"Well maybe I can teach you sometime," I flirted, suddenly feeling confident. "After we grab some coffee of course."

She raised her eyebrow at my notion, her cheeks a faint pink and her lips curved up in a bright smile, "I'd like that." She then turned away fro a moment, checking the concert schedule.

I smiled and rubbed the back of my neck, glancing over to Calum, Luke and Michael, all of them silently cheering my victory.

She turned back around still smiling brightly, "Well, it looks like we're finished here. You better go backstage before you miss your queue."

We all nodded, thanking her and such. Before I left the room, I felt a slight tug on my arm, diverting my attention behind me. "Yea?" I asked, looking down at (Y/N).

I felt a slight pressure against my cheek, her lips barely grazing it. She pulled away after a few moments with her eyes shining, the place where she had kissed me burning slightly, "Good luck drummer boy."