5SOS PREFERENCES AND IMAGINES

You get in a fight with your parents beacuse they dont like him

Ashton: “He’s in a band (Y/N), he’s going no where in life. You have to understand we want you with someone with an education, that can support not only himself, but you as well. Don’t roll your eyes at us.” Your Mother spoke from across your living room. You perched on one couch, your parents on the other, a table separating you; harsh words building tension in the air like a fog. “But you see, he is going somewhere. You always tell me to follow my dreams, but as soon as does, its like he’s brought the plague upon our house. Why does it matter if he does what he loves for the rest of his life? Do you know how big 5 Seconds of Summer is getting? Mum, he’s going to be able to support us, and then some.” You said, trying your absolute hardest to keep your voice level, and calm. “Besides,” You scoffed, “Why are you treating us like we’re a married couple? We’re in love, but please, I don’t want to get married anytime soon.” Your Dad stiffened at the mention of love, but you only rolled your eyes. “First off, you don’t know what love is. You’ve been with him what? A year, maybe that. You have to think of the future (Y/N). What if he does ask you to marry him, which we would not approve of, but you have to think ahead. You have to stop looking at it like a child would, and look at it like an adult. Your relationship isn’t healthy. He’s in a band, he barely passed high school, he’s older, and with band life comes drugs, sex, and rebellion. I will not have you involved in that sort of thing.” You Dad added, making your blood boil. “You, of all people, should at least be a little understanding Dad. You were in a band when you were younger, you have tattoos, tell me you haven’t partied at all Dad. C’mon.” You said, crossing your arms, wishing that this was over. “Do not talk to me like that (Y/N). I am your Father, I demand respect!” He shouted. “We’re done here,” He looked at you squarely. “I will not have you seeing him, dating him, or being near him. Understand me? He isn’t healthy for you. You are too childish to see this,” He stood up, leaving the room. You sat there stunned, but you felt fury and rage building inside of your stomach. “This isn’t fair.” You said from between gritted teeth. “It is, you’ll thank us later in life when you meet someone who can actually provide for you, and show you the love that you deserve.” She stood up too, beginning to walk away. “Thats the thing, he is healthy for me. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I don’t actually care what you guys think. I’m eighteen, so really, you can’t have a say in who I date, or what I do.” Your Mother stopped in her tracks turning towards you. “What did you say?” She asked, her eyes piercing. “You heard me,” You said standing up to face her. “I’m leaving, and I don’t know when I’ll be back, to be honest. Clearly, I’m not welcomed here.” You said, walking past her, and to your bedroom. You grabbed a bag and started throwing the essentials into your bag, your Mother coming up the stairs. “You’re not leaving. What are you going to tell your sister? What will she think about her older sister that walked out on her family because of a boy?” She screeched. You turned to her, glaring. “She won’t judge me like the inconsiderate people here do.” You said, pulling the zipper and slinging it over your shoulder. You grabbed your phone, jacket, and slipped on your shoes before walking out, and towards the front door. “We love you,” She said, her voice shaking. Your Father came down the hall, a confused look etched into his skin. “What’s going on?” He said, coming up to stand beside your Mother. “I’m leaving, and Mum, if you really did love me, this wouldn’t be a question. You wouldn’t disapprove of Ashton because you would see that I’m happy, something foreign in this household.” You said opening the door and walking out, without a second glance. You could hear your parents calling after you, but you took a deep breath and walked towards your car. Your escape, the boat that would take you on your voyage. You threw you bag into the boot, and walked to the drivers side. You got in, locked the door and started the car. You quickly texted Ashton, before backing out of the prisons driveway, and leaving the place that you once called home behind you. You drove for about ten minutes, the ride shorter than usual, probably because you were speeding, but regardless you drove to Ashton’s flat. You knocked on the door, your body beginning to shake because of your actions. You didn’t regret anything, but it was shocking knowing that you had just walked out on your family. He opened the door immediately, knowing you were coming. He pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tightly. “I’m sorry babe, I feel so bad. This is over me, and here I am sitting on the sidelines.” He said grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. “I don’t care, I needed out of there anyways. This was the last straw. Thanks for letting me crash here.” You said, giving him a weak smile. “Don’t mention it, you’re here all the time regardless.” He said chuckling. “I hope you don’t regret what you did.” He said lowly, walking to the living room. “How could I regret something that feels so right?” You said, leaning up to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss, holding you tightly. And quite frankly, you didn’t care. Because you were happy with Ashton, and thats all that mattered.