5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mikey Imagine

The vibrations from the ear splitting music could be felt in your chest, as you pushed your way through the sweaty bodies grinding against one another on the makeshift dance floor. All you wanted to do was find a place where you could have a moment's peace and quiet, which is difficult to achieve at a house party held by a bunch of intoxicated teenagers.

You successfully make your way through the crowd, finding yourself near the entryway to the house which had drunken couples pressed against each other on the walls, and even one or two on the floor blocking the front door, so there's no chance of escape for you. You decide to climb the stairs and explore the upper stories of the house, hoping you don't stumble across any X-rated couples in the bedrooms or bathrooms. You're unlucky with the first room, barely opening the door to hear girlish screams and giggles being heard behind the wooden door, making you retreat hastily and move on to the next room.

The next room proves more successful, its quiet and dark the only light emitting from the television at the foot of the bed. The bed is unmade and messy, food scattered across the bedside table surface. Just from looking at your surroundings, you make the assumption that this is a guy's room. You cautiously step into the room, nervously looking around you, as if you could be caught out at any minute by the room's occupier. You make your way over to the bed so that the TV is in your line of vision, a paused screen of 'Fifa' is clearly displayed making your assumption of it being a guy's room, correct. Just as you clear an area to sit down, the door bursts open, startling you. You jump up from the bed thinking that a drunken couple have come in, only to see a guy with spikey, dark hair standing in the door way wearing a confused expression.

"Can I help you?" He asks you, irritation in his voice for a reason you don't know. He leans against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest making the muscles shown by his tank top tense. He coughs trying to regain your attention from checking him out. Your eyes snap back up to his face, where a noticeable smirk is playing against his lips.

"Um, I was just looking for somewhere quiet to stay for a bit. The noise down there got too much." You stutter, your words lacking all confidence at just being caught staring at someone.

"So, you thought my room was the place to be?" He mocks, striding into the room and closing the door behind him, silencing the music again.

"If you want, I can leave?" You ask, hoping that he doesn't so that you don't have to re-join the god awful party downstairs.

"Stay, if you want. Just don't be annoying and we should get along fine." He grins at you, looking you up and down before he flops himself down onto the messy bed, propping his feet up in front of him and grabbing the Xbox controller to continue his game. You stand there awkwardly, not sure of where to sit or what to do. "You can sit, you know?" You nod unsure and seat yourself on the edge of the bed, watching him play video games. "Here take this." He hands you another controller, clearly wanting you to join in.

"I don't know how to play. I'll just watch if that's ok?" You've never felt so damn awkward in your life, sitting in a room with a good looking guy who you don't know and watching him play video games.

"It's not difficult, just press loads of random buttons and see what happens. You'll get the hang of it." He reassures you, before adding, "Plus, we can't be friends if you don't know how to play at least one video game." His focus never strays from the screen, but he smiles anyway, even when you challenge him.

"One, I don't even know your name and two, what makes you think I want to be your friend?" You ask in a smug tone, something he picks up on as he looks your way a small chuckle escaping his mouth.

"One, Mikey. Second, when I gave you the option to stay or leave, you stayed. Friendship started and sealed." He smiles triumphantly as you shake your head in disbelief at his theory.

"May as well call us married." You joke, earning a laugh from him. You both turn your attentions back to the screen as he continues.

"Think that's a bit too much for a first date, don't you?" He asks, his voice feigning seriousness. At least you're hoping so.

"Who says this is a first date?" You ask quietly, trying to put all your focus into the video game.

"I say." You're not looking at him but you can hear the smile in his voice, causing you to smile also. "You still haven't told me your name."

"Y/N."

"Well Y/N, I'm about to whoop your ass at Fifa." He states confidently, fingers moving across the buttons on the controller quickly as he lines his player up on the screen to shoot the ball at your goal keeper. Panicking, you press a bunch of random buttons succeeding in blocking his shot and cheer in victory.

"Yes! I blocked it! Get in!" You cheer looking over at Mikey to see his mouth agape at your gaming abilities, probably expecting that as much as you was. He chuckles, still in shock that you beat him whilst you laugh at his reaction. When your laughter dies down you notice Mikey has closed his mouth, smiling at you in awe.

"Marry me?" His voice serious and passionate, like he had just met the love of his life. Smiling back at him, you reply in the same tone.

"Bit too much for a first date, don't you think?" You mock his earlier words, earning small chuckles from the pair of you.

"Let me take you on a real first date then?" He propositions and you know you can't turn him down.