5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine

Personal imagine for @TheRealGabeline

Looking at all of his packed bags by the door, causes hot tears to prick at my constantly wet eyes, and I silently beg myself to keep it together. He's going on tour, not fighting for his country or leaving you permanently - jeez, get a grip.

"Gaby?"

I look up at him, his frame towering over mine and a sad, warm smile flitting across his features. He's managed to keep himself composed since he told me he had to leave, I felt like he didn't care about the distance that would grow between us or how long would be apart.

"Don't leave."

I chew my lip to suppress my sob, but I fail. The tears track down my face and he pulls into his arms, my head against his chest, as he rocks me back and forth to soothe me. I don't want to be alone whilst he's gone. He's my best friend, my boyfriend and my rock. I need him like I need air to breathe.

"I won't be gone long, I promise you. I wish I could stay, or take you with me, or something. I don't know."

For the first time I feel his breathing hitch and a warm tear falls onto my neck from him. Calum is actually crying, wow.

"Don't cry."

"So, my girlfriend can cry, but I can't? Where is the logic in that?"

He chuckles a sad laugh and I can't help but smile up at him.

"I'm going to miss you, Gaby. Every second of every day, my mind will be plagued with thoughts of you. What you are doing, what you've eaten, if you're thinking about me..."

"I'll always be thinking of you. It's difficult not to."

Leaning down, he presses his warm lips against mine, mine wet from my tears and I feel bad that he has to kiss this sobbing mess that is myself.

"I love you, baby."

***

I toss and I turn.

My whole night has been spent this way. I can't sleep, I can't switch my mind off, knowing Calum isn't lying beside me and is in some different country doing what he loves.

He's been gone for what feels like an eternity, but it's only been a week. I laugh at my pathetic state. A week? Seriously? It's been one boring, emotional, lonely week and I can't wait for him to come home. I need him home with me.

My phone lights up on my night stand, Calum's name showing for a FaceTime and I excitedly accept it. I switch my bedside lamp on, illuminating me on the screen slightly so that he will able to see me and not just a black screen with a voice.

The picture is fuzzy, the sound out of sync with the screen, but he's really there. He's laid down in bed, white hotel covers wrapped around his body as he smiles at me. I can't help the happy tears that fall from my eyes. It's better than being miserable, right?

"Hey baby."

He croons, a smile fixated on his face and I smile and greet him back.

"God, I miss you Cal."

"I know you do, Gaby, and I miss you too. You have no idea. I know you've been struggling to sleep, that's why I called."

He smiles warmly at me, reassuring me that everything is OK so that I can finally have a peace of mind.

"I'm glad you called."

He smiles widen, lighting up the room more than my bedside lamp, and I get butterflies looking at him. After all of this time, I still feel like a giddy school girl when it comes to him. I love it. I love him.

"We can both fall to sleep together."

"Isn't it early afternoon there?"

He shrugs, brushing it off as unimportant, and I frown. I don't want him to be interrupting his day for me.

"Who cares? Because it certainly isn't me. Now, this sleep thing. I'm going to lay here, on my usual side of the bed, and you have to be on yours."

I shuffle to my side, after having spent the majority of the past week on his side of the bed, and I settle into the fluffed up pillows.

"There. Now, take a deep breath with me."

We both inhale, then exhale slowly, watching each other. He smiles and gets us to repeat the step a few more times. I feel like an idiot, but I can feel my body relaxing.

"Good girl. How's your heart?

"What?"

His question leaves me perplexed. My heart? What the hell does he mean?

"The beat? Is it steady? Rhythmic and gentle?"

"Ummm, I guess so, why?"

"Mine too."

He smiles his casual and happy, bright smile at me and I'm really confused where he is going with this. It's more than unusual, and that's coming from him.

"What are you getting at?"

"Our hearts beat the same. No matter the distance between us, we're still close. Still connected."

I stir at him in awe. He really has a way with words sometimes.

"I love you, Gaby. I want to come home and, as soon as I'm done here, I'll be on the first flight back to you. Falling asleep under the same sky might be enough for some, but it's not enough for me. I need to be beside you."