5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

"No."

I hear him groan in annoyance.

"Not that one."

He mutters something under his breath, I don't hear it, but I smile nonetheless because I'm irritating him.

"Not that one, either."

"Jesus Christ! Just choose one!"

I'm taken aback by his sudden outburst, but end up laughing loudly as how much I've annoyed him for the past hour. Every film he chose, I said no to, and when had gone through almost everything on Netflix.

"You choose."

"I did choose. You didn't like it. So I told you to choose and you've said no to them all!"

He stands up from the floor, flopping down onto the couch, and he lays down.

"Aww."

I crawl across the sofa, laying my body directly on top of his, my head resting on his chest. He slowly wraps his arms around my body and I can feel him calming down. He never gets angry, that's why I like to push his buttons.

"I don't care what we watch. As long as I get to spend time with you, it's going to be great."

I prop my chins on my folded hands, smiling up at him and he smiles and shakes his head at my cheesiness. Leaning down he presses a quick kiss to my lips and calling me loser. I smack him in mock offence, and I can feel his chest vibrate with laughter.

The sound is beautiful and melodic, a sound I will always crave to hear and will never get tired of listening to.

"Music then."

He puts on some music from a band I've never heard of, the song slow and relaxing, the lyrics painful yet beautiful, and we lay on the couch together. Thinking, talking, kissing.

It's perfect.