5sos imagines

He gets jealous of another boy

(First one named is the boy that Y/N is dating, the other is the one who makes him jealous)

Calum / Luke

It was late at night and I was with the boys on tour. We were staying in a hotel because they had yet to play their final show in the city that we were in. I walked into the room that Luke, Ashton and Michael were sharing.

"Where's Calum?" I asked as I sat next to Luke.

"I don't know. I think that he went looking for you." Michael shrugged. Luke casually slung his arm over my shoulder and I snuggled into his side. Suddenly, Calum walked in. He took one look at Luke and I before walking out.

"Shit." I muttered as I stood up as I headed after him. I followed him into the room that we were sharing.

"Oh, so you're still sharing a room with me, not bunking with them tonight?" he sneered.

"And why would I do that?" I sighed.

"Maybe because you were just snuggling up to Luke as if he was your boyfriend, not me." He spat.

"Okay, Calum. I love you, but I also like hugs with different people." I shrugged.

"Not my best friend." He snapped.

"I'm not sure if you've forgotten this, but he's also my best friend, they all are. I love them like brothers, Calum. I love them, but I only want you." I promised, taking his face in my hands. He sighed, looking down.

"I know, baby, I just don't want to lose you to one of them." He muttered.

"And you're not going to. I'm here for you and I'm here to stay." I reassured. He smiled before pressing our lips together.

"Come on, let's go back to them." I spoke, taking his hand and walking towards the door.

"Fine, but you're sitting on my lap." He huffed, making me laugh.

Luke / Calum

I walked into the café and quickly spotted Calum. He smiled as he stood up and hugged me.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, you?" I responded.

"I'm good. Luke doesn't know you're here, does he?" he asked as we sat down.

"I don't think so. I would hate for this to be ruined for him." I sighed.

"Okay, so, what are we thinking in the ways of birthday cake?" Calum asked.

"Well, I asked him yesterday, and he said he prefers red velvet over chocolate, so that's a good way to go." I nodded.

"We need a colour scheme." He spoke.

"How about red and baby blue?" I asked.

"Sounds good." He responded. I looked up and saw Luke standing in the doorway, looking furious before he turned and left.

"Shit, he's seen us." I muttered as I ran after him.

"Luke! Wait!" I yelled after him. He abruptly stopped and faced me.

"Why?! So that you can tell me that you're cheating on me with my best friend?!" he spat.

"It's not like that, babe, I promise." I spoke.

"Then how is it?! Because first, you lie about where you're going and then I catch you smiling and drinking coffee with him." He hissed.

"Baby, please, you have to trust me." I begged.

"Tell me what you were doing." He demanded.

"I can't, Luke, I'm sorry." I choked, feeling tears pool in my eyes.

"Y/N, tell me what you were doing, or I'm breaking up with you." He spoke.  My eyes widened.

"Fine. We were planning your surprise birthday party." I admitted. His face softened immediately.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." He sighed as he quickly hugged me.

"I would never cheat on you." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry, babe." He sighed before kissing me.

Michael / Ashton

Ashton and I walked through the shopping centre, trying to find a birthday present for Michael.

"What do you think he'll want?" Ashton asked.

"Me." I joked. Ashton sighed as he looked at me.

"I don't want to know about your sex lives." He spoke.

"Okay, no, he's been going on about wanting a new guitar." I said.

"Oh, yeah, he mentioned that he wanted the Yamaha 210 in red." Ashton nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to pretend that I know what that is." I chuckled as I saw Michael rushing towards us.

"Shit." I muttered.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" he fumed. Ashton and I looked at each other.

"Michael, it's not what it looks like-."

"Really?! What the fuck is it then?!" he spat.

"Baby, I can explain-."

"Y/N, you have exactly thirty seconds to explain to me what is happening and convince me that you're not fucking my best friend, or I'm leaving you." He decided.

"Fine, fine. I wanted to get you a guitar for your birthday, but I had no idea where to start, so I asked Ashton to come along and help me because god forbid I wanted you to get a good birthday gift from your girlfriend." I snapped. His face softened.

"I'm sorry." He muttered. I sighed as I hugged him.

"I'm sorry too. I just wanted you to have a good birthday." I sighed.

"Thank you." He smiled before kissing me.

Ashton / Michael

I sat with Ashton as we watched some crappy daytime TV. Suddenly, my phone went off. I smiled as I sat up and read the text.

"Who's that?" Ashton asked.

"It doesn't matter." I shrugged as I lay back down on his chest.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because it doesn't." I sighed. My phone went off again.

"Well, whoever it is, they sure love talking to you." He mumbled.

"It's fine, it's just Michael." I mumbled before realising what I had said.

"Wait, what the fuck? Why are you texting him?" he questioned. I sighed.

"Because I'm pregnant." I admitted, looking at him.

"Is it his?" he asked worriedly.

"What?! No!" I exclaimed.

"Then why did you tell him before me?" he scoffed.

"Because I know that you're not ready for a baby and I was honestly scared that you would want me to have an abortion, or give it up." I admitted. His eyes widened.

"No, baby! I would never do that! I mean, I'm not that ready, but this is my baby, so I intend on loving it." He promised.

"Thank god." I sighed in relief before kissing him.