5sos Imagines (ig//@valentiineafi)

Imagine 3 - Jealousy

     You were a famous actor, and today was the day you were filming the makeout in a romance movie. You were to kiss Tom Holland - your character's love interest.
     "Aren't you excited?" you asked Calum, your best friend.
     "Of course," he said with a smile, keeping his eyes on the road.
     You didn't actually have a thing for Tom - you were only friends. You were just excited for Calum joining you at work for the first time. He's never seen what actually went down while filming your movies, so you were eager to get there. Unfortunately, though, it was a hot scene and it would be awkward for Cal to watch that, even if you were just friends.
     Once you arrived, you greeted the staff; the director, cameramen, Tom. You introduced Calum to them all, politely asking them if he was okay to just stay here and watch for today. Of course they agreed.
     Once it came the kiss scene, you were ready. Calum, however wasn't having it. His excitement from earlier this morning had completely flopped, his once smiling face being replaced by a glare.
     "Do it like you mean it," the director instructed as we got set up. "Just pretend it's only you two. Feel it." Calum was seated on the side, his arms crossed and legs one on top of the other.
     You strattled Tom, pushing him down lightly onto the bed that they had on set. There were lights and cameras all around you, but you had to stay in character.
     Once you were on top of him, you moved your hair to the side. You brought your lips down to his, and did your thing. You could feel Calum's eyes burning holes through you and Tom, watching your every move. His brown eyes followed Tom's hands, making sure that they weren't reaching any "off limit" zones.
     There was minimal tongue - only for effect. Both your eyes were closed, the only thing keeping your sense of coordination and direction being Tom's soft lips. His hands roamed your shoulders and mid back, but that was the furthest they went.
     He knew your limits on camera and respected them; truly an amazing person to work with. There were no feelings, obviously; this was your job. You've done this before with other people. You hated to admit it, but to get more passionate and be more believable to the camera, you always thought of Calum. You hated yourself for it, how you caught feelings so quickly for your best friend. You could never dream of confessing, though. Your excuse was that it'd get in the way of your career - that was what you said to make yourself feel better.
     "And... Cut!" the cameraman said. "Wow, guys, that was perfect."
     As you left, you hugged Tom and the other actors goodbye, as well as the director. You walked out with Calum back to your car.
     "So, what did you think?" you asked Calum excitedly. You were genuinely proud of yourself.
     "Mhmm," he just grunted as he started the car. "Why didn't you tell me there was a kiss scene?"
     "What do you mean? Why does it even matter?" you asked. "Did I not do well?"
     "You did well," he assured. "Too well," he whispered under his breath. You had to admit, however, that angry Calum was hot.
     "And what does that mean?" you asked accusingly.
     "It's nothing," he refused to open up.
     "Tell me, Cal. Or I'm not going to talk to you," you teased like a child. You squeezed his nose playfully.
     "Drop it, y/n."
     "I swear I'm going to ignore you till you tell me," you threatened, serious this time. He started driving, so you knew to ignore him.
     You looked out your window to avoid even catching a glimpse of him. You did, however, barely see his hands. His knuckled were white, his grip obviously very tight around the steering wheel. As you quickly peaked at his face, his eye brows were furrowed inwards while the extremities of his mouth pointed slightly down while he glared angrily at the road. Then, out of nowhere, jumpscaring you, he spoke up.
     "If Tom can kiss you then so can I," he yelled out at nothing, not even looking at you. There was a hint of anger in his voice, but it was mostly sorrow. He glanced at you in shame.
     "W- what?" you asked, shocked at what he had just said.
     You were now at the parking lot of your apartment. His cheeks grew a deep pink as he looked down slowly, now fiddling with his fingers.
     "Jealous now, are we, Hood?" you asked, chuckling.
     "No- well I mean- of course not!" he denied defensively. "No way I'm jealous," he said quietly.
     With no more words you got up from your seat and quickly pecked him on his plump lips. His eyes widened, his cheeks growing an even deeper shade of pink.
     "Do you not see it?" he asked. "I've liked you for like, 200 years. Do you know how much it hurts to see your girl literally about making out with another man right in front of you? And living with the fear that she would end up with that other man someday before you grow the balls to confess to her?" He rested his head upon the steering wheel.
     Your gently combed his hair with your fingers, not saying anything. Then, you lifted his head up by his hair.
     "You should've told me," you said, looking deeply into his eyes.
     "And get rejected? No thanks," he said sarcastically. "But I-"
     You interrupted him with a kiss. Rather than a peck, he deepened it, and you enjoyed every second of it.
     With your foreheads leaning up against each others' he whispered quietly to you.
     "Be mine."