5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Punk Ashton Imagine

All you could see was red. It was clouding your vision, as you marched along the narrow, rocky footpath towards the river bank in your town. You felt like this had been the angriest you've ever been. Your boyfriend had broken up with you for a different girl in your school, and even though you wasn't together long, it felt like the worst heartbreak anyone could endure. It was mainly down to the fact he had the audacity to tell you in front of all of his friends and his new "girlfriend" that truly pissed you off.

You wasn't going to cry, you were too good for that and you knew it. No boy was ever going to be worth your tears, tears are for people that matter. And he certainly wasn't one of them. The faded, rotting wood of the fence came into sight and you approached it hastily, swinging it open and marching through it to climb the small, grassy verge whilst the fence swung shut behind you with an audible creak.

The riverbank was easily your favourite place to come to. Nobody ever chose to come in this direction, choosing to go into town shopping or socialising with friends, but not you. You loved the tranquil atmosphere it had, the river flowing passed with a strong current that could easily sweep you away if you was to fall in. It was always windier up here as well, due to it being at a slight height to what you had journeyed on to get here. It whipped your hair across you face, before you faced the winds direction and it being to flow behind you. And that's when you let it out. A loud, high pitched scream filled with rage. You squeezed your eyes shut, openig your mouth wide and let it all out, curling you fists so tight you was sure the nails had begun cutting into the palms of your hands.

Once your screams begin to falter, you opened your eyes and looked up towards the sky and took deep breaths in order to calm yourself before returning home. You gently closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling, before a cough startled you from your reverie. You spin around in a rush, causing your hair to blow back into your face, making it difficult to see who unknowingly accompanied you on this journey. You scrape your hair back from your face with your right hand, leaving your left hand in a fist by your side.

"Who the hell are you?" You exclaim to the stranger standing in front of you, irritation is clear across your features and in your tone, at the fact someone witnessed your moment of madness. He doesn't respond straight away, causing you to take the moment to stare at his appearance. He has untidy brown hair, laying in different angles, his fringe messily strewn across his forehead. You immediately notice his facial piercings and tattoos, something that you should be intimidated by, that along with his reserved demeanour. After a few minutes, and a sly glance up and down his body at his tight fitted black jeans and black top, he breaks the silence.

"You finished checking me out?" He asks with humour evident in his voice, a smirk making its way to his face as he locks eyes with you. The blood rushes to your cheeks and you're positive he can feel the heat from where he is standing. To clear you of your embarrassment he decides to add "the names Ashton, babe. Who the hell are you?" He mimics your question from previously. You cough slightly to clear your throat before replying.

"I'm Y/N" You nervously let him know. You're not nervous to him and his appearance, but to what he says to you. You was not checking him out, you was judging. Even though it may have turned into admiring. With this in mind you quickly add on "And I wasn't checking you out, thank you very much. I was wondering which 2 year old you had let loose with sharpies." A smug grin on your face at your quick and snappy comeback. His brows raise, his mouth slightly agape before quickly turning into a fully fledged grin, impressed at your choice to challenge him and his attitude, something you get the feeling, not many people tend to do.

"Nice" He states, his tone impressed with your confident remark to him. He quickly looks up and down, as if he's measuring whether or not to carry on this conversation, or lack thereof. "Want to tell me what happened?" He asks with a caring tone to his voice, something you wasn't expecting due to his tattooed and pierced exterior.

"Umm," you begin to stutter, not sure what he had seen and not sure if you wanted to share your story with a complete stranger. But then again, you will never see him again and he doesn't know you, so therefore he cant judge you. "My boyfriend," You correct yourself, "ex-boyfriend, broke up with me from another girl. In front of all his friends" You whisper out quietly, almost inaudible, your gaze fixated on the ground. With the wind on the banks, you were unsure if even heard you, until he replied.

"That's cold, what a jackass." you snap your head up to look at him, to see him staring at you, his teeth pulling at his lip ring. "So that's what the screaming was for I'm guessing? The frustration at the events that took place?" You slowly nod, slightly embarrassed to the fact he had witnessed that happen, but then again you wasn't expecting him here, no one ever was here.

"Why are you here?" You ask quickly, almost accusingly. His expression is taken aback for the smallest of moments, his brow furrowing at your tone. "I'm sorry, that wasn't meant to be rude. I just meant, like, what are you doing on the river bank. No body comes up here, well except me, but that's it, its usually deserted."

"I know you come here." He states matter of factly, your raise a brow at his statement, panic rising within you. Has he been watching you? Following you? And now you're alone with him on a river bank, with nobody else around. "I don't mean it like that! I just mean, I'm always here. I spend quite a bit of time here, near that tree over there." He turns and points to a tree a little way off into the distance. "I'm observant, so I've noticed you coming here from time to time. You never notice me, its like as soon as you come here you're in your own little world. A bubble almost. I don't want to burst that bubble or intrude on your little world, so I stayed hidden" His tone calm and reassuring. Reassuring you he's not some crazy stalker.

"Oh, okay." You try to sound convincing, not sure if it works until he nods slightly. He puts his hands in his front jeans pockets and kicks at the ground with his shoe covered feet. "So why did you come out of hiding today?" He looks at you, stopping from kicking the ground and maintains a serious expression whilst talking to you, his eyes sad.

"You looked upset, even in your own little world you shouldn't be upset. It's your world therefore it should be filled with continuous happiness and you wasn't radiating that like you usually are." He states quietly, almost nervously, as if he was reluctant to share this information with you. You nod, unsure of what to say next or how to leave the conversation.

"Well thank you, for letting me talk." You say, a small smile gracing your features, hopefully bringing some light back into your eyes. When Ashton returns the smile, you think it must have worked. "Well I better get going, my parents want me back or they will be wondering where I am." You make your way to the edge of the small hill to start the walk home before the sound of Ashton's soft voice stops you.

"Are you coming back tomorrow?" He asks, hopeful that you will return so that he can possibly see you again. Your smile grows larger at his question, glad he asked it.

"Yeah, I will be. Just don't stay hidden next time, yeah?" He nods at you encouraging him into joining you in your world, not wanting to be left alone in there any longer.