5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine

The stifling heat of the living room area of the house was too much, causing a small sweat to break out across your forehead resulting in your hair sticking to it. Wiping it away with the back of your hand, you try and push through all of the bodies to get to the kitchen for a drink. Walking to the fridge, you open the door letting a small waft of cool air escape and reach to grab the last bottle of water on the shelf. Just as your outstretched hand is about to take it, another much larger hand sneaks in front of yours and takes the last bottle.

"Whoa there buddy. That bottles mine I was just about to take it." You look up to see dark brown eyes looking back at you, he holds no remorse on his face just shrugging his shoulders and turning round to leave. You grab his shoulder and jerk him back as he takes a swig. "Excuse me."

"What did you do that for?" He coughs out, having choked on the water.

"I could ask you the same thing for taking my drink."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He plays innocent and goes to hand you the bottle, just as you're about to reach it, he brings it back to him and he licks the rim of the bottle. "There you go."

Wearing a smug smile, he hands it to you again. You crinkle your nose up in disgust and refuse the bottle.

"No thanks, I don't want it now after you've tongued the bottle."

"Is it not good enough for you Princess?" His tone mocking as he belittles you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"My names not Princess, arse wipe."

"And my names not arse wipe, Princess."

"We're getting nowhere. Its fine, I was about ready to leave anyway." You turn to make your way to the door, grabbing your jacket off of the coat peg to head outside and leave, when a voice stops you.

"Hold on." Turning around, you see the unknown dark haired, dark eyed boy calling after you to stop. You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you whatever it is he needs to say so that you can leave. "You've got my jacket."

Looking down at your hand you see that you do, in fact, have his thin black jacket held tightly within your grasp. Coughing slightly to hide the awkwardness, you walk over to him and hand him it and apologise. To try and get out of the situation, you quickly walk over to the door to leave, not caring about your jacket at this point due to the embarrassment.

As you step outside, the brisk cold air nips at your skin, resulting in you wrapping your arms around your body to keep the warmth in. Slowly, you descend the front steps and make your way to the sidewalk to begin your journey home in the cold.

"Hey, Princess!" The same voice from before calls after you, halting you in your tracks as you turn to see what he could possibly have to say now. He slowly jogs up to you, with his jacket still in his hand, the water bottle left forgotten inside the house most probably. "Here. Take this."

He hands you his jacket, pulling it around your body like a gentleman, when he's acted like nothing but an arse since you first met him. You furrow your brow in confusion as you look up at him, as he wears a smile and stares back at you.

"Why?"

"You're cold. Plus, I don't know. It means you have to give me it back after tonight, so I get to see you again." He says hopefully, chuckling lightly under his breath causing you to smile back at him.

"Smooth, arse wipe."

"Like peanut butter, Princess."

You both stand there awkwardly for a short while longer, not quite sure what to say to each other. You just exchange short glances at one another and small laughs every so often.

"Tomorrow." You say, breaking the silence.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow. Be at the café in town tomorrow and I'll bring your jacket."

"Sounds good. Tomorrow then." He smiles at you and turns to leave just as you do. As you get half way down the street, you look back at the house to see him standing on the steps watching you walk away. He offers a small wave in your direction, which you return, and you carry on your journey home wearing the warm jacket you probably won't be giving him back tomorrow.