5sos imagines

He tells you that he loves you for the first time

Calum

Calum and I lay on the bed, wrapped in each other's embrace as we watched a movie. Suddenly, Calum leant up and started to kiss my neck.

"Baby, what are you doing?" I chuckled.

"I need you." He mumbled against my skin.

"Babe, I have to be up early tomorrow." I sighed as he rolled on top of me and kissed further down my body.

"I'll promise that I'll be quick, you'll get plenty of sleep." He smirked against my skin.

"This isn't fair, you know I can't resist you." I smiled.

"And don't I know it." He chuckled as he kissed down my stomach.

"Calum." I moaned as he nipped at the skin.

"God, I love you." He mumbled before stopping as he realised what he had just said.

"What?" I gulped, propping myself up on my elbows.

"Shit." he muttered, looking up at me.

"Did you just tell me that you love me?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, I did." He sighed. I just stared at him, speechless.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to make the first time I said that special, not just blurt it out before sex." He groaned.

"Do you mean it?" I questioned. He looked at me.

"Of course." He spoke softly.

"Good." I smiled as I grabbed his face and pulled him up my body before kissing him passionately. I broke the kiss but touched our foreheads.

"Because I love you too." I whispered. He smiled before kissing me again.

"Now, where were we?" he smirked as he started to kiss back down my body again.

Luke

I lay in bed, trying to get to sleep but not being able to. Suddenly, Luke walked in and started to take his clothes off. I sighed before closing my eyes again and turning so that I was facing the wall. Soon enough, I felt Luke's arm curl around my waist as he lay next to me. He started to trace something on my arm. My eyes widened slightly as I felt him writing on my arm with his finger.

"I love you".

My breath hitched as I heard him sigh.

"You know, I've been doing that every night for the past three months because I've been too afraid to say it." He whispered. My eyes widened.

"Until now. I don't care if you don't feel the same anymore, I don't care. All I care about is that you know that I love you. I love you so much and I don't care who knows." He muttered. I turned around in his arms, making his eyes widen.

"Fuck." He mumbled.

"Do you really love me?" I asked quietly.

"Yes. I have since the moment that I saw you." He admitted. I smiled before leaning in and kissing him. He deepened the kiss as I rolled on top of him, straddling his lap.

"I love you too." I whispered.

"Oh, thank god." He sighed in relief before pecking my lips.

Michael

I nervously fiddled with my skirt as Michael and I walked along the street.

"Babe, calm down." He chuckled.

"I can't, I'm meeting your parents for the first time today." I mumbled.

"They're going to love you, Y/N." he reassured as we got to the restaurant.

"You see them?" I asked, holding onto his arm like a lost child.

"Yeah. Table thirty-eight." He spoke as we walked over to it.

"Mum, dad." He smiled as they stood up and hugged him.

"Michael, honey." His mum smiled. He turned to me.

"Mum, dad, this is Y/N." he smiled.

"Oh, we've heard so much about you!" his mum gushed as she hugged me.

"All good, I hope." I chuckled.

"Of course. You're beautiful, may I add." His dad spoke, kissing my cheek.

"Thank you very much, Mr Clifford." I chuckled as we sat down. Soon enough, we were eating and laughing as we talked about anything.

"So, are you two getting serious?" his mum asked.

"We've been serious for a long time." I smiled.

"How long have you been together?" his dad asked.

"Long enough for me to love her." Michael spoke before realising what he had said. My eyes widened as I looked at him.

"What did you just say?" I asked.

"Er...um...er." He stuttered.

"Oh, my god, is that the first time you've ever told her that you love her?" his mum asked.

"Yeah, it is." I responded, making Michael gulp.

"I love you too." I smiled. He returned it before kissing me.

Ashton

"Can't you do anything right?!" Ashton yelled.

"Fuck you, Ash! What do you fucking want from me?!" I screamed back.

"Let me actually know you! I feel like you're a different person!" I spat.

"Oh, I'm the different person?! You say that fame hasn't changed you, yet you're going to parties every night, where you probably fuck a different girl each time, and you act like you're too big and famous for your small town, not-good-enough-for-you girlfriend!" I screamed.

"That's not fair and you know it! You know that I would never cheat on you! And since when have I acted like I'm too good for you?!" he hissed.

"The past few months! Ashton, fucking hell, why don't you just fucking leave me, instead of sticking around when you clearly don't want to." I spat. He looked at me.

"I'm not going to do that." He scoffed.

"Why the fuck not?! You're already pretending like I don't exist, so you may as well finish the job and just fucking leave me already!" I hissed.

"I'm not leaving you, Y/N." he snapped.

"Why the fuck not?! Give me one good reason-."

"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I covered my mouth in shock, making him sigh.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want that to be the first time I told you." He mumbled. I rushed forwards and grabbed his face, smashing our lips together. He returned it quickly.

"I love you too." I whispered. He sighed before wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck.