5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

Skimming through the holders of vinyl's, humming along to the 'Mumford & Sons' album playing overhead, you was anxiously searching for One By One by Foo Fighters, having looked at 3 different stores this morning alone you was becoming frustrated that nowhere had it in stock. Your fingers flicking through the cases quickly, you expel a huff in disappointment, moving onto the next section of records.

You couldn't help but think that this place was poorly set up. No alphabetizing, no genre order, nothing. No wonder it was taking you so long to find something so damn simple. The store was fairly empty, only one guy working the register and who didn't move to offer you any help of any sort.

Just as you're about to give up, you spot it. The white casing with the title across the top and a black heart in the centre of the cover. Giddily, you reach to pick up the vinyl. Just as your fingers close around one of the edges, its snatched from your grasp by someone else.

"Sweet, I've been looking for this for ages." He turns the record over in his hands, eyes scanning the track listings and he nods his head in approval. You stand there staring at him, not sure of what to do at his unbelievable actions, so you wait for him to acknowledge you like he should have done in the first place.

He continues ignoring you whilst you wait him out, your patience wearing thin. Whilst you stand there, your hands on your hips, you take a moment to appreciate his looks. Tousled brown hair and hazel coloured eyes, a slight dimple in his cheek from the small triumphant smile he's wearing. If you wasn't so pissed at him, you would probably find him attractive. Before you can look further down his body, he coughs grabbing your attention.

"It's not nice to stare ya know?" He calls you out, his hazel eyes fixated on your face which is burning up from embarrassment. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he adds, "I mean I don't mind you checking me out, but you could be a little more subtle." Your jaw drops in disbelief at his arrogant attitude.

"Excuse me? I was not checking you out, thief." You reply, prepared to battle over the record he stole from you.

"Yes, you were, liar and why exactly am I a thief?" He asks you, clearly feigning innocence to take the record away victorious.

"You stole my record, that one in your hands? It's mine, I've been searching all across town all day for that, so I want it back." You demand, your words harsh, hoping they work against him. He chuckles at you, shaking his head.

"How about, no? It wasn't yours, it doesn't have your name on it and you didn't have it in your hands. Also, you haven't paid for it. So I think I'll take it over there," He points towards the registers "And pay my money, for my record." He puts emphasis on the word 'my', as if its going to sway your opinion on whose property it rightfully is.

"Hell no, you're not. Give me it back now." You reach out for it, your fingers barely brushing it before he pulls it further out of your reach, above his head. His shirt riding up slightly, showing off some of his toned stomach. Your eyes flash down for the smallest of seconds but he catches it.

"Stop checking me out, I feel violated." He jokes to you, that stupid smug smirk back on his lips.

"I wasn't checking out, your fly is undone, idiot." You say in an attempt to save yourself from further embarrassment. Falling for your trick, he looks down as you jump up, grabbing the record for his loose grip. "Yes!" You cheer, looking over at him as he has a defeated look on his face.

"Whoa, what the hell? Whose the thief now?" He asks, his tone clearly annoyed with you. You laugh, you're now the one wearing the smug smile on your face.

"Not my fault you fell for the oldest trick in the book, sunshine." You patronize him before adding, "Oh and its not theft if it was already mine. Now I'm going to go over there," You point towards the cash register, like he did a few minutes previously, "And pay for my money, for my record." You mimic his sentence, word for word including the emphasis. He shakes his head, he refuses to give in to you, just like you wouldn't with him.

"That's not going to happen, alright. So, be a good little girl and give me it back, OK?" He turns the patronising tone round onto you. His words infuriate you, belittling you into giving him what he wants.

"Says the little boy who cant even do his pants up properly?" You scoff, its clearly becoming a battle of 'who can piss off who the most', and you're aiming to win. He roles his eyes at your comment, reaching his hand out to you. You look at it in mock disgust, pulling the record closer to your chest.

"Just give me it, please." He says, sounding like he almost cares for a moment and that's when you realise, you don't care if this stranger doesn't get the record he so badly wants, because you want it more.

"Look pal, I've already said no. Finders keepers, loosers weepers." You internally cringe at your childish rhyme. "Go download it off iTunes, its practically the same."

"Download it? You're kidding right?" He sounds repulsed by the mere thought of downloading music, something you agree on but refuse to admit to him, you don't want to have something in common with this criminal. "No, no, no. I am not downloading that album. Its not the same and I wont stand for it." You shrug your shoulders, not really caring for his mini rant. You agreed, but you didn't care.

As he talks, you slowly edge your way towards the counter in the hopes he wont notice your movements. Just as your out of his line of vision if he was staring ahead, he looks up from the ground and catches you, not letting you move any further.

"Stop. That's sneaky. Look, I wasn't going to tell you this because I don't want to go for the sympathy vote, but my friend is sick and he asked me to come and get this for him. It's his favourite record and he wanted it to be the last thing he heard before, well, you know." He ends the sentence there, so you can finish off his story for yourself. You immediately start feeling guilty, your body sagging in defeat. You're about to hand the record over before you see an unreadable emotion flash across his face, like success.

"Bullshit." You mumble, calling him out on his possible lie.

"What?" He mutters, not expecting you to reply like this. You see his anxious side come through and you know you've won.

"I said bullshit. You know, its low to lie about something like that just for a record. You must really want it, its a shame you're definitely not getting it now." You say to him, turning around unable to think of anything other than his despicable way of trying to get the record back.

"I'm sorry." He says to you, sincerity in his tone, making you stop in your tracks. "My friend isn't sick, alright? I just really want that record. But after that I don't deserve it, I get it. Sorry again." He begins to walk off, leaving you feeling guilty for buying the record and him leaving empty handed.

"Wait." You call after him, knowing you're going to probably regret what you're about to say, but decide to roll with it anyway. "Have it." You stretch your arm out to him, handing him the record, which he reluctantly takes. He runs a hand through his already messy hair, looking at the record in his hands before looking back up at you.

"No." He hands it back to you, but you don't take it. "I cant take this, its yours. After what I just did, I'm surprised you didn't hit me in my balls or something." He chuckles in disbelief.

"I was tempted." You joke, grinning at him, him smiling back at you. "And I want you to take it, it doesn't feel right me owning it now."

"Well, how about we make a deal?" He suggests to you, intrigued you agree. "I pay for it and you come back to mine, we listen to it in the garden and eat junk food? Sound good?" His face holding a hopeful smile until you agree. "Great, I'm Ashton by the way."

"Y/N." You reply as he pays for it. "Oh and you're lending me it as well."

"I think I can deal with that. Just promise me something?" He asks, seriousness evident in his voice. You nod, confused as to what he's going to say. "When we're at mine? Don't check me out OK?" He winks at you, walking off whilst you continue to deny it to his back and he laughs walking down the road ahead of you.