5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

You hear the front door of your house open up and shut, signalling Ashton's return home. He calls your name throughout the house, not knowing where you are. You don't want him to find you in this room, so you run out of it, closing the door behind you and running down the stairs. You almost collide with his body at the bottom of the stairs, due to the speed you were running.

"Whoa, slow down there, Mr Incredible." He chuckles at his reference, you furrow your brows in confusion.

"Mr Incredible?"

"Yeah, you know, from the Incredibles?" He states obviously, as if you should understand his reference. That is until you realise, his reference was wrong for the situation.

"Yeah, I know who he is. I don't think you do though." You giggle, deciding to explain it to him. "He's strong, I was running fast. Therefore, you should have used Dash, his son, he's fast like the way I was running."

"Are you sure?" It's now his turn to furrow his brow, clearly trying to think back to when he last saw the film.

"Yes. I'm a hundred percent positive." You pat his shoulder as you walk off to the kitchen to get a drink, he follows behind you immediately.

"Why was you running anyway? Was you that excited to see me?" He winks at you, a smug smile across his face and you chuckle.

"Yeah. That's it." You wink back at him and his face falls instantly.

"What did you do?" He asks in a questioning tone. He's always been able to tell when you was hiding something and it never works in your favour.

"I haven't done anything." You voice trails off. You needed it to be strong and reassuring, but that ultimately failed. He begins to turn around and walk towards the stair case, heading in the direction you had just ran from. "Ashton! Wait!"

You chase him, hoping to stop him and do just in time. Jumping in front of him at the top of the stairs before he can go any further.

"Just tell me what you did, babe. I won't be mad, honest." He says to you, his voice calm indicating he means his words but you're suspicious just in case. You really don't want him to be mad at you and you know he will be.

"I have a guy in our bed."

"YOU WHAT?!" He screams, marching towards the bedroom door and practically pulling it off of its hinges to reveal an empty room. "Where is he? I'll kill him! Who is it?!"

"I was joking." You say awkwardly, hoping to diffuse the tension in the air. He spins around abruptly, his eyes burning into you.

"That's not a funny joke, Y/N."

"I actually put a hole through the skin of your snare drum."

"What?"

"I put a hole," You mimic actions as you talk and you speak slowly as if he's completely stupid, just to annoy him further. "Through the skin of your snare drum."

"For Christ's sake!" He leaves the room you're both in, this time marching towards his music room. There on the middle of the floor is his broken snare. "I don't fucking believe this, Y/N!"

"Well, who in their right mind leaves a snare drum in the middle of the floor?" You accuse. You knew he wouldn't take the information well. "And why are you reacting worse to this than me cheating?"

"Because it is worse!" He yells at you, your mouth hangs open in shock.

"Well isn't that charming?"

"Why did you tell me you cheated anyway? Who does that?" He angrily asks and you look away from him awkwardly, not wanting to answer but choose to anyway after he presses you to.

"Because, I thought if I told you really, really, really bad news then this really bad news wouldn't have such a big effect on you." Your voice is quiet as you explain it, the reason for it seeming stupid now, but it was the only idea you had and you knew he would be pissed at you regardless.

"You thought telling me you cheated would soften the blow when you told me about my drum?" You nod hesitantly at his question and he walks in front of you so that you're now looking at his face. "I couldn't give a shit about a drum."

"But, you just said, me breaking the drum is worse than cheating."

"I said it out of anger. I didn't mean it. Of course it's not worse than that. But you breaking the drum is more realistic than you breaking my heart. I don't like to think of the latter ever happening."

"That's because it won't. I promise to only break drums." You smile at him and he smiles down at you, kissing your lips briefly.

"Actually, can you try not to break anymore drums? This is like the 4th one and this shit is expensive." He chuckles as you smack his arm. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. "I love you."