5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

"What the hell was that Y/N?!" Ashton practically screams at you as you walk into the house you both shared.

"What do you think it was Ashton?! You and that skank were all over each other so I spoke to someone that actually paid me attention as opposed to you!" You bellowed back at him. As you said those words, you could see the fire in his eyes and his nostrils flare in anger.

"Her names Clara. At least have the decency to use it!" He states back angrily to you. Your mouth drops open in astonishment, after everything that has gone on tonight. Him practically getting a lap dance off of a random girl in a club, he expects you to call her by her name? No way in hell is that the way it's going down.

"I don't give a shit if her names the Queen of England, you shouldn't have been encouraging her to do what she was doing to you, especially in front of me. You know, your girlfriend?!" You sarcastically remark back to him. At this he starts laughing, one that lacked any of its usual warmth and humour, his eyes dark with anger.

"Yeah well, if you wasn't so boring and frigid I wouldn't have looked anywhere else for some form of entertainment" he states in the calmest, coldest manner you have ever witnessed. You banish the tears back from welling up in your eyes and before you can comprehend what you're doing, you raise your right hand up and slap him across the side of his face. His face morphs into an expression of shock and he shakes his head, before he get a word out you cut him off.

"Grab your shit and go. I want you out of this house and no where near me, do you understand that? Now get the hell out!" Your words getting louder and harsher towards the end, hoping they will hit him hard and that he will do just as you say. He looks at you for maybe a minute more, before grabbing his jacket and keys setting off into the night, leaving you home alone and broken.

After 10 minutes you realise you haven't heard the tyres of the car leave the driveway, nor the doors close. Being as curious as you are, you cautiously walk to the front door opening it up to see Ashton sat on the steps with his head in hands, shoulders shaking and soft sobs leaving his body. Seeing him in this state breaks your heart and you want to repair him, but you're hurting too. You both said horrible things to one another but you decide to be the bigger person and make the first move in the mending of your relationship.

"Ash?" you carefully whisper to him as you sit down next to him, not quite touching but within touching distance. His head slowly picks up and looks up to your face, your first notice his eyes which don't have their usual spark in them, they seem dull and bloodshot from all the crying he's just done in the past 10 minutes, coming down from the argument you both had.

"I don't want to lose you, please don't let me lose you." he whimpers to you as he grabs a hold of you around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck. You softly begin stroking his head whilst letting the tears fall freely from your eyes. You can feel your collarbones becoming wet from the tears of the only man you've ever loved. You gently kiss his head, repeatedly whispering that he hasn't lost you and that you can both fix this. Because you can fix this, you're both stronger than this. Its not something to throw away a relationship over, not something this pure. Something this beautiful and this special.

As you both begin to calm down from the free fall of your emotions, he slowly pulls away from you and you let him. He looks tired, like this argument has physically destroyed a part of him. You can't begin to imagine how you look, its probably just as bad, if not worse, than how he looks. Your beautiful angel is hurting and its showing and you're just wanting to take away all the pain. And you can, you just need to work together to do that.

"I'm sorry" you both softly blurt out at the exact same moment. Gentle chuckles leave both of your lips and you can look down to the ground before quickly looking back into his eyes. Those eyes that are starting to show a bit of the light in them that they always had before tonight. Its not long before you can see the smile in his eyes, the adoration he has in them whilst looking at you. Something that, even though wasn't apparent during your argument, is still always there, you just need to look deep enough to find it.

"Even though I never technically left. Is there any chance I can come back home? I need you, there's no god damned doubt about that Y/N" Ashton pleads. Something he doesn't need to do, because no matter what, you would take him back in a heart beat and he knows it. You nod your head whilst beaming the strongest smile you've probably held on your face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you" he leans down and passionately lands his lips onto yours, it lasts what feels an eternity but was probably only a minute, yet you're both still left breathless. He leans his forehead against yours and you've both got uncontrollable smiles on your faces. Something you will never get tired of seeing.