5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine

Your POV

After a long week at school, you and your boyfriend Calum had decided to keep your weekend as low key as possible, not even venturing outside. So as the Sunday morning rolled round, Calum arrived at your house, bright and early to proceed on with your lazy day plans.

Wearing grey sweat pants and a white tank top, Calum strode into your house placing his supplies for the day next to yours on the coffee table. He looks you up and down, something you should probably have been self conscious of, you're wearing no make-up, hair pulled back into a slightly unclean bun, black sweat pants and one of his hoodies, but you're not, you like him to see you this way, as he still thinks you're incredibly beautiful.

"Nice hoodie. Looks familiar" He says whilst grinning at you. You cant help but giggle at him before replying.

"Thanks, yeah my boyfriend leant me it. But shh, he doesn't know this, he isn't getting it back" Ending your sentence in a whisper, as if you was telling him a real secret. He feigns shock on his face before keeping the charade going.

"Sucks for your boyfriend. Its a great hoodie. But I suppose if he gets to see you in it, he still wins." He winks at you, making you blush and shake your head in disbelief at his words. You chuckle whilst replying to him.

"You're such a loser." He begins laughing with you, softly reaching for your hand pulling you towards him, looking into your eyes. You stop in front of him, noses almost touching, his hands going to the sides of your waist, pads of his thumbs stroking you. He's smiling at you as if he's the happiest guy on the planet, just by being with you. You cant help but return it, your hands laying on his muscular chest, as you begin to slowly reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. You both stand there, looking into each others eyes, as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I love you, Y/N" Calum whispers to you, still smiling that stupid-ass grin of his.

" I love you too, idiot" He chuckles, whilst leaning his head down to catch your lips in a kiss. Its soft, gentle and sweet. He slowly pulls away from your lips, almost as if he's regretting leaving them with every movement he does, making you want to grab his head and pull him back down to you.

"How about we start off with a movie marathon on the sofa, maybe even a bit of junk food and cuddling?" He asks you, not ashamed of the fact he enjoys cuddling you, something his mates would definitely take the piss out of him for if they heard him say that. You nod enthusiastically, walking over to the TV set to put on some classic Disney films, something you both enjoy doing together.

You pick up the first DVD in the pile, Beauty and The Beast, and turn to put it in the player before Calum abruptly stops you.

"Nope. No. No way. Not that one" He says defiantly to you, crossing his arms over his chest with a stern look on his face. He's clearly trying to be intimidating, however he just looks as if someone took the last cookie out of the jar and you have to struggle to remained composed and not burst out into fits of laughter.

"What's wrong with this one?" you ask, your voice cracking due to the pressure you've put yourself under from keeping in your laughter. You result in biting your lower lip to keep the laughter at bay, something that seems to be working, whilst Calum remains resistant.

"I want to watch Brave. Its made by my ancestors" He says in a serious tone. At this point your laughter escapes you and you're doubled over laughing, holding onto your stomach from laughing so hard.

"Y-your ancestors? Cal, you're half Scottish. Just cos the films set in Scotland, doesn't mean it was made by them." You gasp out, whilst trying to control your laughter. You add in a sarcastic tone "they also used real bears, you know?"

"You gonna fight me on this one?" He asks, face and tone still completely serious. So you decided to push his buttons further, to see how serious he's being.

"Yeah, yeah I am, Beauty and the Beast is a classic. And I'm not hearing you do that god awful Scottish impression for 2 hours every time a damn character talks" You reply, a smug smile gracing your face, a hint of humour in your voice.

"Fine." At this, you don't know if you've gone too far and possibly put him in a mood for the entire day. However, your thoughts are wrong when he lifts you over your shoulder and you shriek until he flings you down onto the couch, straddling you whilst he begins to tickle you on your waist. You begin thrashing around underneath him, screaming, laughing and yelling at him to stop with barely any breath in you.

"Agree that we can watch Brave and ill stop!" Calum shouts over your loud screams, clearly amused with your reaction.

"Okay! Okay! We can watch Brave!" You gasp out, he abruptly stops, grabbing your forearms and putting your arms above your head, pinning you to the sofa. You try to regain you breathing as he looks at you, with smug satisfaction practically written across his face. With a large smile stretching his face, he leans down quickly kissing you in what, in his head, was probably a victory kiss. He pulls away from you quickly, the smile still in tact.

"I still want my hoodie back, you know?"