5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Frat Boy Calum Imagine

6 months. 6 months you had been attending college and this was your first college party. The award for the biggest loser goes to you, your room mate had been begging you to attend a party with her since your first day, but you always flat out refused her. Drinking, party games and hooking up with random guys isn't what you deem as "fun". So you sit there, on the sofa, a couple to your right caught up in a heated make out session, whilst you're pressed against the arm of the sofa trying to not interrupt their "moment".

You've been nursing the same drink since you got here, which was about 2 hours ago. Scratch that 1 hour and 56 minutes. Its not like you're counting or anything, but you was waiting until your inebriated friend gave you permission to leave, as you drove her there. The couple partaking in heavy petting decide to come apart for a breather, whilst the girl stood up dragging the poor guy by his arm to go upstairs and carry on in privacy, you couldn't help but think 'How come you couldn't have started that way'.

The seat wasn't vacated long before a highly intoxicated, tall, blonde, scruffy looking guy took their place, seating himself a little too close for comfort to you. He greets you with a slurred "Hey" to which you smile, return and carry on looking amongst the crowd for your friend, even though you was only at leg height. A few short moments later and the guy decides to put his arm around you, pulling the "move", by slowly stretching his arm out on the back of the sofa so he is still lightly making contact with your skin. You feel him gently caress your skin and you feel yourself shudder with disgust. This, right here, is why you don't attend parties. And know because of everyone's drunken state, the likeliness of you being able to leave without this douche lord next to you joining, is slim to none.

As you're about to tell the guy to go bother someone else because you're not interested, in the nicest way possible, a tall, dark haired guy comes sauntering over to where you're both sat. His face holds that of a serious expression, as he abruptly stops in front of your new "friend" next to you.

"Hey pal, mind getting your arm from around my girlfriend?" He asks the blonde, irritation laced within his voice. The guy next to you slowly draws out a "sure" before removing his arm only to put it on your clothed thigh, slowly stroking you leg. At this you feel your skin crawl and you try to pull away only for his grip to tighten, you look up at the dark haired stranger for help, only to see his eyes darken with anger.

"Listen ass hole, get your hands off of her and walk away and harass someone else for the night. She's not interested got it?" He says between clenched teeth, you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him by this point. Even though you should have been wary as to the situation and some random guy helping you, you couldn't help but feeling drawn towards him. Your eyes lingered over his body. You noticed how incredibly good looking he was. He was wearing black, fitted skinny jeans with a white, tank top that had some random band logo on the front. Atop of his head, he had a SnapBack placed backwards covering some of his dark hair. He didn't seem drunk either, not like the majority of the people at this party, yet he had two cups in his hand full of liquid.

During your mindless, observation of this guy you missed parts of the heated argument going on between him and the blonde next to you. A few profanities here and there from the drunk, along with a "lets take this outside" from him, only for the handsome stranger to turn him down and ask for him to leave quietly, as he doesn't want to resort to violence.

However, the blonde doesn't seem to like the decision. He quickly stands from his seat next to you and lunges towards your "knight in shining armour", who promptly side steps and misses the blow directed at him, resulting in the drunk falling to the floor with a crash. You hear large amounts of laughter, encouraging you to join in at the guys state, as he slowly drags himself off of the floor and, embarrassed, leaves the room.

By this point everyone's laughter has subsided but you still hold a small grin on your face as you look up at the friendly stranger. He's still standing, looking at you, smiling, before introducing himself.

"Hi, I'm Calum. Sorry about that, but you looked uncomfortable. Mind if I join you?" He asks politely. You quickly nod before introducing yourself.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. And don't apologise really, I appreciate it, thank you." You respond. You've never been so thankful to have help from someone before and Calum seems like a genuinely nice person. Someone you didn't expect to meet at a college party. "If you don't mind me saying, you don't seem very, uhm, drunk?" Your statement becoming a question. He lightly chuckles before handing you one of the cups containing clear liquid. You take it with a questioning look.

"Its water, I don't drink. I don't want to be like that guy" he motions towards the guy who you had both had the altercation with previously. You nod, with a knowing expression. So, he really is a nice guy. He quickly adds "I've never seen you around these parties before, are you new here?"

"No, I'm in my first year I just don't really like parties, and you can see why" you nervously giggle back to him. You feel your palms sweat slightly and your throat going dry, the water in the cup begging to be drank. Why are you so damn nervous? He's a guy. You take a sip of water to wet your throat and smile at him.

You both exchange simple conversation for another half an hour, talking about classes, dorms and any wild shenanigans either of you have gotten yourself into, only for you both to be interrupted by your friend, Leila.

"Come on, we have to go. Derek is being a dick again and I'm too drunk to be dealing with his crap. Drive me home?" She rushes her words out, directing them at you, seeing as you're the one with the car and you are her designated driver for the evening.

"Er, yeah, sure" You hesitantly reply, not quite wanting to finish your conversation with Calum just yet, but duty calls.

"Great, you're a babe, ill wait outside for you I need air before getting into a moving vehicle" she stalks off in the direction of the door, as you pulled a disgusted face and pray that she doesn't throw up in your car, or she will be walking everywhere for the remainder of the school year. You begin to stand from your seat and look at Calum who stands with you offering to walk you out of the house. You make your way through the groups of sweaty bodies, Calum's hand on your back guiding you through them all, telling any guys to look away that try to get at you. You both step out into the cold night air, the music from the party having quietened since you got outside.

"Well, thanks again for tonight and for keeping me company, it made the night more enjoyable I must say" You giggle at the end of your sentence, unsure of how to leave this beautiful, dark haired gentleman in front of you.

"Please, it was my pleasure. In fact, id love to do it again some time? Maybe not at a party and somewhere where we can probably talk a lot easier, like the campus coffee shop? Say tomorrow at 12?" He asks you hopefully. You look into his deep brown eyes, before agreeing, seeing a smile stretch across his face, sure that you're mirroring his expression. "Great, well ill see you then I guess. Drive safe and good luck with your friend" He lightly laughs, before leaning down and kissing your cheek, pulling away with a proud grin on his face due to his actions. You mutter a quick goodbye, not wanting to open your mouth and say too much, in case of embarrassing yourself.

You turn to leave and begin walking towards your friend, who is stood next to your car and you can feel his eyes burning into your back and sure enough, as you turn around, there he is looking at you to make sure you safely get into your car, he raises his arm in a slight wave, as you pull off from the kerb side and you drive back to your dorm thinking of coffee tomorrow with your handsome frat boy.