5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

From outside the house you could hear the loud thumping of the music, the laughter and screams of intoxicated and over-excited people filling the night air. Tightening your think jacket around yourself, you struggled to keep in the warmth. It was a typical party. The indoor was too hot, causing you to go outside, which was too cold. In the outdoor area of the party, many people were stationed in groups, laughing and joking with one another. Not knowing many people, you decide to walk over to the small fire someone had created in the middle of the greenery and try to warm your body up.

Looking over the top of the fire, you see a distorted image from the heat so you tilt your head sideways to try and get a better glimpse. Standing near the door you had just exited, a tall brown haired guy was stood with some friends, a drink in his hand as he threw his head back in laughter, eyes closed with intensity. You admire him from afar, not wanting to actually go and talk to him, just wanting to watch.

As he spoke to his friends, he reached his free hand up and brushed it through his hair, ruffling it up and making it messy. He constantly wore a large, bright smile on his face as he listened to his friend's stories, inputting his own quips every now and again. He lent against the wall, intently listening to them as you stayed keeping warm by the outdoor fire.

After several minutes of you watching him, his gaze begins to wander from the group he is stood in and trails over in your direction. Quickly, you avert your gaze to the warm glow of the fire in front of you in the hopes that he didn't notice you was staring at him. Thinking he must have looked away by now, you take the risk and look upwards, back in his direction.

He's looking over at you, his gaze burning into yours and stopping you from looking away from him. His brow his furrowed in curiosity, probably wondering why you've been staring at him, and he has stopped listening to the stories of his friends. Not that they seem bothered, leaving him to partake in this staring contest you're both competing in.

Slowly, a small smile tugs at his lips and begins to grow across his face. He mouths a "Hi" to you, causing you to turn your head around to make sure no one is behind you. The doubt you have in yourself of such a good looking guy talking to you is at an all-time high. When you turn back to face him, you see he's no longer there with his friends, having left when you had looked away. Disappointed, you look away from the spot where he was previously and turn to go back inside the party but you're stopped when you bump into a body next to you.

Looking up, you see that it's the handsome boy from the wall. His hair tucked underneath a beanie hat now and his hazel eyes warmer than the fire, and looking into yours, he smiles at you before introducing himself.

"Hi, I'm Ashton." He sticks out a hand and offers it to you to shake, which you did hesitantly. He chuckles at how reluctant you are, his shoulders rising slightly with his laughter and making you even more anxious and feel slightly stupid that you caused him to react that way. "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You try to say confidently, it coming out more as a broken whisper from the dry air around the fire and due to the fact you haven't had a drink in an hour. He chuckles at you again, making you feel like even more of idiot being around someone so attractive and acting like this.

"So, Y/N. I don't think I've ever seen you round here before. Well at these parties anyway." He's trying to start a conversation with you and you're dumbfounded that he is, standing there unable to speak. "Umm, are you ok?"

"Yes." You immediately blurt out, you did it so he didn't think you stupid but now he probably thinks you're mentally deficient. He laughs awkwardly, eyes flickering over to the direction of his friends, probably signally for help from you. "Sorry, umm." You keep stuttering every time you try to form a coherent sentence. "I need a drink."

"Oh right. Ill grab you one, hold on a second." He walks off in the direction of the house, leaving you alone and wondering if that was his way of trying to escape you. He returns seconds later with a bottle of water in his hands and you thank him, gulping the cool liquid down quickly. "Better?"

"Much, thank you." You smile at him to see he's already smiling at you and you decide to answer his previous question. "I'm not a party person, hence why I'm outside when the party is in full swing, inside." You chuckle, causing him to join in with and nod along.

"I get that, not really into the whole party scene myself. But seeing my mates, and meeting beautiful girls like you, is definitely worth leaving the house for." He winks at you and you immediately blush, the cliché line bothering you even if you're slightly flattered by it. Just from this line you're beginning to see what kind of guy he is, him probably having used that line last week to get a girl and the week before that.

"Listen, you're hot and all that but I'm not that kind of girl." You state confidently to him, hoping he understands. You could have blown him off nicer but you could have also done it a lot harsher. Deciding it best to leave him as a lost cause, you turn on your heel in the intentions of leaving the party for good.

"Wait up." You hear Ashton call after you, you stop and roll your eyes before turning back around to him, signally him to talk. "I wasn't trying to make a move, I was just complimenting you in the hopes that, maybe one day, you may consider me in that kind of way."

"Oh." You feeling thoughtless, you mentally face palm yourself at your stupidity to the whole situation. Now feeling awkward, you didn't know what to say but apologise and try to explain yourself. "I'm sorry, I didn't think. You just get guys at parties and you make an assumption."

"No, its fine. I get that." He chuckles lightly, hoping to break the tension between the two of you. "Maybe, give me a chance?" He asks, hopeful.

"A chance?" You ask curiously.

"Yeah, a chance to prove I'm not the guy you seem to think I am. Like the guys everyone talks about."

"Well, I suppose so."

"Meet me tomorrow? At the boardwalk? And I'll try my hardest to show you what type of person I really am." He practically pleads you, causing you to agree almost immediately.

"Okay, I'll see you at 1." You flash him one more small smile and turn away, walking back into the house and through the front door to leave the party, looking forward to giving him a chance.