5sos imagines

He defends you from hate

Calum

I sighed as my phone buzzed for the fourth time in ten minutes, signalling that I had another hate tweet. I looked at the message.

@Y/T/N, you do realise that Calum doesn't actually like you, right?

I shut my phone off, but another message quickly replaced the old one.

@Y/T/N, I hope that you don't think you're actually worth Calum's time. I also hope that you realise just how ugly you are.

I sighed as Calum walked in.

"Hey, babe." He smiled, pecking my lips.

"Hey." I muttered. He looked at me.

"You alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine." I smiled as I stood up and headed into the kitchen. A moment later, I heard my phone go off again. My eyes widened.

"What the fuck?" I heard Calum mumble, making me gulp as I realised that I had left my phone in the living room.

"Y/N, come here, please." I slowly headed into the living room, where Calum stood, holding my phone.

"I just saw a tweet that someone sent you." He stated. I sighed and looked down.

"How long has this been happening?" he asked.

"Calum, it's not-."

"How long, Y/N?" he reiterated.

"Since we announced that we were dating." I sighed, making his eyes widen.

"We announced that two months ago." he scoffed.

"Babe, it's just people being silly, it's fine-."

"No, it's not. My girlfriend is getting death threats for being my girlfriend! That's not okay. I'm sorting this out right now." He shook his head before handing back my phone and getting out his own. A minute later, another tweet appeared on my screen.

@Calum5sos tweeted: Okay, so I've seen some of the things that you guys tweet @Y/T/N. You're not being smart, or funny by sending these. I love her, and we are dating, and nothing is going to change that. I love you guys, so much, but I also love her, and I do not appreciate you guys making me choose. I won't choose. So, I would appreciate it if people could stop telling both of us that she isn't good enough for me when they don't even know her. Thanks.

I smiled at it before hugging Calum.

"Thank you." I sighed as he kissed my neck.

"Anything for you." He nodded, making me smile.

Luke

I trailed behind the boys as they met fans and took pictures. Luke looked back at me.

"You okay?" he mouthed. I smiled and nodded, making him return it before going back to the fans.

"What was that?" I turned my head to see a couple of fans looking at me, disgusted.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, confused.

"Are you two actually dating?" one asked.

"Yes, we are." I smiled.

"Why though? He could do so much better." The third fan scowled, looking me up and down. My smile faltered.

"Excuse me?" I asked, a little quieter than I had intended.

"Well, you're hardly a looker, your body is lumpy as fuck, and you have virtually no personality." The original fan scoffed.

"And how would you know?" I whipped my head around to see Luke next to me, looking appalled.

"Oh, my god, it's Luke Hemmings!" the first fan squealed.

"Yeah, it is, and he would really appreciate it if you stopped slagging off his girlfriend and didn't decide whether or not she's good enough for him." He smiled sarcastically. The fans just looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Thanks." He smiled before wrapping his arm around my waist and walking us off.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, my ego is just a little battered." I chuckled.

"Don't listen to them, everything they said was a lie. I love you in every way." He whispered before kissing my head and making me smile.

Michael

Michael and I walked hand in hand through Los Angeles.

"But seriously, where do you want to go tonight?" he asked.

"I'm too lazy to go out, why can't we just order pizza?" I chuckled.

"And that's why I love you." Michael smirked as a group of fans ran up to us.

"Michael! Can we please have a picture?" the first asked.

"Sure, yeah." He smiled, releasing my hand and going to them.

"You want me to take the photo?" I asked. The fan looked at me.

"Erm, no, I don't want you touching my phone." She scoffed.

"Why not? I'm disease-free." I chuckled. She just scowled at me.

"I doubt it. You've probably already given our Mikey, like, a hundred different illnesses, I wouldn't be surprised with how you look." She spat. My smile faltered at her words.

"That's a bit unnecessary, don't you think?" I asked.

"No. Mikey is way too good for you, so enjoy it while you can, because it's only a matter of time before he realises it." She scoffed at me.

"Actually, that day won't come." Michael spoke to the fan. She looked at him speechless.

"Your friends have their photo, I think it's time that you leave my girlfriend and I alone." He nodded. She gave him a small nod before walking off with her friends.

"You alright?" He asked, making me shrug.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a fan who doesn't like me. Same shit, different day." I chuckled, making Michael smile.

Ashton

I sat in the coffee shop, warming my hands with my latte. I looked at my watch, sighing as Ashton was ten minutes late.

"Are you Y/N?" I looked up to see a couple of girls standing over the table.

"I am, yeah." I smiled at them.

"Leave Ashton alone." The first spat.

"Excuse me?" I scoffed.

"Look, it's no secret that he doesn't actually like you, and this is all just a publicity stunt." One spoke.

"You're wrong." I muttered.

"You wish. You know, we're just trying to spare your feelings because he doesn't like you and we can't blame him." The second one scoffed.

"He'll be here soon, so I think that it's in your best interest to leave now." I spoke, making them laugh at me.

"We're not going anywhere, and he isn't coming either, so the sooner you suck it up and realise that, the better."

"Sorry I'm late, babe." The girls whipped around to see Ashton standing there.

"What's going on?" he asked slowly.

"I was just having a nice chat about how, apparently, you don't really like me, and us dating is just a publicity stunt." I spoke. He sighed before turning to the fans.

"Okay, guys, you need to stop telling my girlfriend that I'm only dating her for publicity, because that's not the truth. Now, if you'll excuse me, we're on a date, so please leave." He spoke. They nodded and scurried out as Ashton sat down.

"Thanks, babe." I sighed.

"It's okay. You shouldn't be bothered like that." He smiled, making me return it.