5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Terrible Things

Mayday Parade - Terrible Things song imagine **song on the side

Pick Your Boy

HIS POV

Sitting with my little boy in my lap, we enjoy the afternoon of it being just us. We had real father-son bonding time and its moments like these that I cherish the most, the times that I miss out on but try my hardest to make back up. The pair of us are tired after our long day. Playing in the garden, teaching him to play the guitar, and various other things have exhausted us both. Now its relaxation time. Something I'm much looking forward to.

"How did you and mummy meet?"

The question takes me off guard, due to the fact I was engrossed into the TV, plus he's never really shown interest in how I fell in love with his mum. What with him only being 5. So I sit up, back straight, and sit him down next to me for a trip down memory lane.

"So you want to know how I met the most beautiful woman I've ever seen; your mother? Who turned out to be the girl of my dreams?"

He nodded enthusiastically as I began my story, wanting to make sure he was actually as interested as I hoped he was, as it's a story I'm only going to be telling him once.

"Well, son, at your age I would sit with my sister and she would make me watch Disney films with her. Not the cool kind you see nowadays, but the soppy, romantic crap that girls like. Princesses falling in love with peasants or maids falling in love with princes. Yet, the more I watched them, the more I wanted that. To fall truly in love, was all I could hope for, and I would have given anything for that."

I coughed into my arm, before taking a mouthful of water to continue on with the story. I've never seen my son look so patient and quiet as he waited for me to keep talking.

"When I met her, well, she was who I was looking for. She noticed me, sized me up, before coming over and calling me out on the fact I was staring at her. And she said."

I mock a high-pitched woman's voice, which I know sounds nothing like her, but the comedic effect works with my boy.

"Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing? I can't help but notice, you're staring at me. I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe, I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."

We both fall back into the cushions, laughing loudly at the voice I used, but the pair of us knowing deep down the special words I once heard. As cliché as they was, they were beautiful to me.

"As funny as that was, and how some stories are, I'm just telling you this because can life can do terrible things."

"Like what, daddy?"

"You'll find out at the ending, you little rascal."

We end up play fighting, him winning, before I can carry on with the story. I'm hoping he drops it with his victorious win over me, but he doesn't, reminding me of it as soon as we stop.

"We would have brilliant times together, memories that will last us both a lifetime. We would drink too much,"

"Drink what, daddy?"

"Ummm," my mouth hit pause before replying with, what I thought was, an acceptable answer. "We would drink too much chocolate milk. Yeah, that's what we drank a lot of."

"Is that why I love it so much?"

"That's the only explanation I can think of, kiddo."

I smile at my little boy, ruffling his hair with my hand. The same colored hair that matched hers.

"So, we would always have too much to drink. Laughing together underneath the stars on warm summer nights. We would share jokes, secrets and stories. The pair of us being too young and too dumb to notice or care. Taking life as it came, one day at a time and not worrying about our futures. Because we thought love was a story that couldn't compare. We were on our journey and we didn't plan for it to end."

I sit in silence for a moment, thinking of how things used to be, when times were easy and not so much effort needed to be put in.

"Your mother and I ended up being together for quite some time. Must have been over a year when I finally asked her to be the person I needed by my side on a more permanent basis. I said 'Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing? I made you a present with paper and string. Open with care now, I'm asking you, please. You know that I love you, will you marry me?"

Speaking the words out loud, for the first time in forever, I feel a lump form in my throat before the familiar burning of tears are felt at my eyes. Daring themselves to escape. I sniff back the tears, not wanting to show weakness in front of my little boy, but I fail. I feel a small hand on my arm and look up to my little boy, the boy that looks so much like her, and see he's holding out tissues for me to dry my eyes on.

"Daddy. Please don't be sad. Mummy was happy, why can't you be?"

I ponder his question for a moment or two, before replying with the only valid reason.

"Because life can do terrible things. Even when you have the most wonderful ones with someone else. Now, ill hope and ill pray that, one day, you don't feel any of the bad that I feel. That you'll learn from what I saw and God will show you differently."

I dry my eyes repeatedly, needing to rid myself of these tears if I plan on finishing off the story. Yeah, I'm near the end of it. And it's such a bitter sweet ending.

"The next thing your mum said, broke my heart. You had not long since been born, we was celebrating our 2 year wedding anniversary, and I was beyond delighted to have such a wonderful woman by my side. However, she ended the night by saying," I dropped the mock voice for the serious moment, "Boy can I tell you a terrible thing? It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks.

Please, don't be sad now, I really believe, you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."

I smile weakly over at my little boy and I can see his eyes starting to gloss over. He's too young to know this story and I've tried to make it more acceptable for his age, but I think I've done wrong in telling him.

"I think we should stop there, son. Let's put a film on or something."

Before I can move, his voice stops me in my tracks and causes me to stay sat down.

"No. daddy. Finish it. Please?"

Taking a deep breath, I try to ease my anxious state and relax myself before ending the story.

"With the words she said to me, I feel down to the ground and onto my knees. I felt weak and helpless, not knowing how I would survive without your mum, with only you as the last little piece I had of her."

He crawls over to me and engulfs me in a tiny hug, one that I love and feels special due to the story. It's almost like I'm getting a hug from her.

"Now, son, I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things. Wonderful, yes, but terrible. I found the love of my life and lost her in the same lifetime and I don't want the same fate for you. So don't fall in love, there's just too much to lose. Falling in is easy enough, it's the falling back out of it that's impossible. It's like quicksand, it just sucks you further back in. so, if you're given the choice, to fall in love or to walk away. Then I beg of you, walk away and never look back. No matter how bad you want it, you don't want this that I have. Don't let her get you. Live happy and long, not sad and short, like me. I shouldn't be telling you this, because falling in love is a beautiful experience that everyone should have, but from my experience it was a beautiful dream before it turned into a horrific nightmare and it affected not just myself, but you as well."

He nods slowly, before resting his head on my shoulder. We sit like that for a while, both our tears stopping, so that we just revel in the silence. It doesn't take long for him to nod off onto my shoulder and I can feel myself slowly drifting off also.

"Life can do terrible things, but you're one of the glimmering lights of wonderful that I get to keep."