5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Pick Your Boy Imagine

HIS POV

We lay together, tangled in the white bed sheets in the early hours of the morning. She has her head against my chest, whilst my arm is wrapped around her shoulders and I gently stroke the skin of her upper arm to continuously soothe her, even in sleep. Her dark hair is let loose and fans out over the pillow and my arm, tickling the skin if either one of us moves. Her usually bright, [Y/E/C] eyes are covered by the lids, due to her sleeping and the early hour. Hell, even I shouldn't be awake, but here I am. 5 am waiting for the sun to rise on my own, contemplating whether to awaken the sleeping beauty next to me. Apart from when she’s woken by someone else, she turns more into Maleficent. Yeah, that's a risk I'm not willing to take.

After my internal debate of whether or not I should wake her up, I choose not to. Instead I look over her sleeping form, thinking about how lucky I am to have someone as beautiful and brilliant as her laid in my arms, in my bed, in my life. Whilst looking at her, I notice all these imperfections about her that bother her, yet attracts me to her.

The small scar not far from her hairline, a noticeable pale white against her soft, rosy complexion, which she tries to cover with her hair, but fails almost every time. The fact her hair is never quite the right shade she needs it to be, or so she claims, so she dyes it from time to time to try and achieve it, still never being happy with the results. Her cheeks, which she always deems as chubby but just make seeing her smile more adorable, even causing a small indentation into her right cheek. So many perfect flaws, which makes her even more desirable. But the main one has to be her body. The fact she has a body of a real girl, not the kind you get in popular magazines, or that you see on runways, on billboards, in music videos or on the TV, but a real girl. The kind that sits next to you on the bus, or who you see walking their dog in the park. The girls with curves, hips and thighs. She is one of them, another thing that makes me a lucky son of bitch to get a girl like her.

As I'm staring at her, I realise I've been smiling like an idiot for the better part of a few minutes, if she had woken up whilst I was in my fantasy, she would definitely have deemed me crazy. Christ, even I think I'm crazy. For her, but definitely crazy nonetheless. I lean forward to plant a soft kiss against the scar on her hairline before moving onto the top of her head, kissing her hair, then kissing her cheeks, all the time my hands moving up and down the sides of that perfect figure of hers, not perfect to her, but perfect to me.

By the time I'm finished kissing all of her insecurities away, I make my way to her lips to see she's already begun to stir in her sleep and is slowly beginning to wake from her slumber. My smile widens knowing that I'm going to be able to see those [Y/E/C] eyes stare into mine at any moment now.

“Y/B/N” she whispers, voice hoarse and groggy from sleep, making her seem even more attractive to me. She repeatedly blinks her eyes, trying to adjust them to her surroundings and the light that has begun peaking through the curtains covering the window. Her gaze slowly focuses on my eyes, before flicking over my face to see my full expression. A crazy man’s, crazy in love smile for a simply beautiful girl.

“Morning” I greet her, trying to match her soft tone not wanting to be so loud this early in the morning. She responds with the same greeting, letting a small smile tug the corners of her mouth upwards. She closes her eyes and gently buries her face into the crook of my neck, clearly too tired to be up at this time. I gently clear my throat, not wanting to startle her. My throat instantly becomes dry from what I'm about to do. Something I've been planning on doing for quite some time now, and right here, right now seems the perfect opportunity. Its simplistic, just like us and our entire relationship. So I decide to bite the bullet and speak.

“Y/N, you’re my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, the love of my life and I want to make you my future. I want to wake up to your breath-taking appearance every morning for the rest of my life, I want to start a family together with little girls that look like you and little boys that look like me, I want to grow old together outside of the city just like we talked about. Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honour, no the pleasure, of marrying me?” I leave the question hanging in the air, expecting at least some form of reaction from her but to receive none whatsoever. Since asking the question id sucked in a breath, waiting in anticipation for her to say yes. Or no. She could say no, I never thought about that. Maybe that’s what she’s doing, waiting it out to let me down easily.

I exhale in disappointment at her lack of words after I just poured my heart out to her. I shuffle around in bed so that I can see her face, I need to see her expression to see what she’s thinking, to find out why she is dragging it out. When I finally come face to face with her is when I realise, she was asleep throughout the entire thing. Her eyes are softly closed like they was before she previously woke, or well was awoken by me. Her mouth is slightly agape and soft breaths are coming in and out, resulting in light snores if you listen carefully enough. Another of her beautiful flaws.

I chuckle to myself in disbelief, before gently shaking my head. This is typical, I ask the girl of my dreams to marry me and she sleeps through it. That is so her. But, then again, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I'll just keep asking her until she’s finally awake to hear the words leave my mouth and so I can hear her say yes to me and I can finally believe that we will spend eternity together.