5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

Personal Imagine for my best friend Paula known as @janosftirwin on IG

They always say on your wedding day that you get nervous. I've been up since 5am getting ready and I'm still waiting for it to hit me. It feels weird because I'm not nervous, though I've been too busy to ever consider getting nerves.

"P, have you eaten?"

I look up to see my bridesmaid Charlotte standing behind me, her reflection in the mirror as I do my makeup.

"Yes?"

No, I haven't, and I can't even lie to her as she evil eyes me in the mirror and walks off to get me something to eat. I've been too busy to eat.

"Paula!"

I turn to see my dad run into the room, worry etched all over his face, and I immediately start to panic without even knowing what the problem is. Charlotte stands off to the side, waiting to be of assistance to the situation, I can feel my makeup beginning to sweat off already.

"Ashton isn't here."

"W-w-what?"

I stand up and begin pacing back and forth, glad I hadn't done my hair yet as I pull at the roots. Charlotte runs off to grab her phone and call Mikey, trying to find the whereabouts of my husband to be.

"Apparently he told the boys he was popping out for air and he never came back that was 30 minutes ago."

"This can't be happening."

I sit down, my legs too weak to hold my body up, and then the nerves finally hit me. I probably wasn't feeling them because Ashton got them all and it was too much and he did a runner. On our freaking wedding day!

"Half of the wedding party is out looking for him, your brothers are calling him but no answer, we will find out where he got to, don't worry."

"It's kind of hard not to worry dad when the person I'm supposed to marry in an hour has practically left me at the altar!"

I'm becoming hysterical, screaming loudly at anyone and everyone. Charlotte slips back into the room and tries to calm me down, shouting over my voice to tell me what happened on the phone to Mikey.

"He's just gone!"

"Paula! Mikey said he's gone to your place to find him, don't worry!"

"Don't worry? You tell me this on your wedding day and Mikey does a runner!"

"Harsh."

I feel guilty saying that, but it needed to be said, it's a good thing insults go right over her head. She doesn't care for that, explains why our friendship is so strong, and usually when I get like this she will slap me to knock sense into me.

"What about if he doesn't come back?"

My voice is quiet, high slightly from forcing the tears back. They don't stay there long as I let one escape and soon I'm on the floor sobbing away.

"I love him and he leaves me on our wedding day. I can't decide if I'm more upset or humiliated!"

Charlotte tells everyone to leave us alone, sitting down next to me, and wraps an arm around my shoulder as I continue crying.

"You know, he's an ass if he doesn't come back."

I look up to see her crying as well.

"What? I can cry too you know!"

I snort a laugh, she always knows how to make me smile at the saddest of moments. It helps, a lot. We sit there for another 30 minutes or so, the time passing by as she plots ways to kill him to cheer me up. My tears are almost dry and I'm sat eating pancakes on the floor. A sudden knock on the door interrupts us and Charlotte goes to answer it, Mikey standing there looking anxious.

"We've found him. It's a big misunderstanding, he's at the altar so you two better get ready. Quickly."

He pecks her on the lips, running off to join the other groomsmen, and she turns to look at me with a mouthful of pancake and mascara running down my face.

"Fuck!"

We run around the room, attempting to ready ourselves in the quickest way possible. I do my make up as she does my hair, the whole look going completely different to how I had it planned due to our lack of time.

I step into my dress as she pulls up, tying, zipping and buttoning it all so it fits like a glove. The amount of accidents we had getting ready was amusing. One of us tripped, one was burnt, someone got stabbed in the eye with the mascara wand, and a dress nearly ripped. Yet we still found the time to laugh.

"How do I look?"

My ivory dress flows to the ground, hugging my curves in all of the right places, and I feel like a princess. My hair is wavy, my makeup subtle, and I can't wait to see Ashton.

"You look beautiful."

Charlotte sounds a little choked up and we pull each other into a hug. Stepping away I admire the colour of lilac I chose for the bridesmaid, pleased with my choice of dress from them all, and the groomsmen have the same colour cravat.

"Oh, shoes."

She puts them down in front of me and I step into them, feeling my wedding day outfit is complete. I take a step forward and the hell breaks on one of them, my leg losing balance, and I manage to steady myself before I hit the ground.

We both break out into fits of laughter, the door open to see my dad's worries expression gone, and laughing at the scene he has just walked in on.

"I'll go barefoot. Come on, let's go get married."

Charlotte runs off, grabbing her bouquet, and joins the rest of the bridesmaids. My dad hooks his arm with mine, telling me how beautiful I look and that I will always be his little girl. We all walk down the aisle to the wedding march, my sights set on a nervous looking Ashton. I know I shouldn't, but I want to question what the hell he was playing at this morning.

My dad hands me over to him, my dad patting him on the back, and he takes my hand to stand us in front of the reverend. He begins his service and I feel Ash squeeze my hand. I look up at him and he smiling nervously and he mouths an "I'm sorry."

I bite on my lower lip and I nod, he doesn't seem relieved with my forgiveness, probably because it wasn't wholehearted and he didn't get to explain himself.

"Where did you go?"

I whisper the words, making sure nobody can hear our conversation, and ignore the reverend as he babbles on with the traditional wedding speeches. Our parts aren't up yet so we can risk it.

"I needed to get something."

"And it couldn't wait?"

He shook his head, paying attention to the reverend for moment, before looking back at me. He points to his breast pocket on his suit jacket, a small piece of navy material visible.

"I needed it."

It was the bandana I bought him. I bought him it when he went on tour, we had only been seeing each for a short amount of time, but it was the first time we had been apart from each other, and I didn't want him to forget me.

"It's a part of you that needed to be here. I couldn't get married without it, I'm sorry."

Again, the tears came, this time not as heavy and I could see his eyes water up, but he wipes them away.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Paula. I can't wait for you to be Irwin."

Merry Christmas all! Have a lovely Christmas and New Years! Love ya!