Five Seconds of Summer Imagines

Come and Get Your Love (Hood)

Summary: When she runs away all he can do is chase after her.

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

AU: Greaser!au , 50s!au

Word Count: 6.2k

A/n: Okay so this was originally an imagine for Nick Robinson on my other account but I figured I could just switch the names and post it on here ha ha - but if you would prefer to read Nick's version here is the (Please let me know if it doesn't work) enjoy!

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It was a weird sensation he brought her, a subtle but shocking feel of warmth that had her stomach oozing butterflies and her arms to be lined in rows of goosebumps. (Y/n) had dealt with similar feelings before but nothing compared to how he made her feel now; terrified. Not afraid of him, he was a wonderful guy she was sure of it, but this tummy-tickling vibe he gave off was, to be honest, one of the most frightening things she's ever experienced. It started off with a small tingle whenever he got near, then turned to the physical prescription of pink planting itself inside her whenever he talked with her. Lastly, it exploded into an alarming simulation of birds or butterfly wings causing an outrageous commotion in her stomach when he laughed. Calum felt very much the same about her, the only difference was that he embraced it and did his best to show her that by showering her with uncounted affection. However, she shuddered if he touched her, offered hugs instead of kisses, prefered to discuss him rather than herself; each example should have been a major red flag for him, especially now that they had made things official between one another. But he brushed her peculiar behavior aside and continued to keep his head above the clouds, assuming that this was just a Northsider thing, after all, he's never dated a social.

She was nothing like the girls he'd been with before, in fact, compared to them she was a breath of fresh air. She smelt of expensive perfumes and had excellent grades, like he strived to achieve. She never got into bloody fist fights or smoked a single cigarette like the girls he knew tended to do. She was the purest of roses among a bush made of many thorns and he thanked God he was lucky enough to reach her before she wilted and died and became like the rest of them. He'd cherish her for as long as she let him, shower her with love and care; treat her like the princess she was destined to be despite the fact that he would have been considered the stable boy. Calum didn't plan on letting her go for a long time.

Forever he was already thinking, he was just that smitten.

Someday, however, were (Y/n)'s thoughts, someday soon.

The sky had faded into indigo and the last of the sunset's orange was disappearing beyond the open view of the city, transitioning into a purple that blended into night. Stars speckled the sky, not very bright, but dotted the indigo like paint splatter. The moon sat on its throne over within their peripheral vision but by the stroke of midnight, they'd be staring peacefully upwards at the man's white face.

Calum's beat up old Ford truck rumbled beneath them as they laid, snuggled up underneath a few colorful blankets in the open back of the vehicle. His arm propped her head up as she rested against his chest, her hair that had once been properly pinned into place, every strand where it was supposed to be, had now been bustled right out of its style and sprawled out over her shoulders and his chest in weird lumps and bunches. His voice, scratchy and dry from his bad habit of sticking a cigarette between his chapped lips and inhaling, vibrated against her body, the warmth to his words bringing an unfamiliar comfort and calm between them.

He's been rambling on the entire night, a friendly wave to his voice as he told her about his family and friends, how school was going for him at the moment, and how all he wanted to do was take her out on a real, proper date for once. At a fancy restaurant where he's dressed in a black tux and she's dolled up with him. She didn't mind how chatty he seemed to be, in fact, she preferred it. She loved the sound of his voice and that he felt comfortable enough with her to open up about his frustrations and excitements. Even if that might be a little hypocritical for her when she never even once told him if she was upset or bothered by something. It was just harder for her, she made excuses, he's more willing to do it and that's fine. That hopefully she'll take a deep breath and confide in him someday. But when isn't the question; but if.