5SOS Prefs and Imagines

Pref #2: The Perfect Storm

A/N: Hi guys!!! Sorry it's been so long since I last updated. I've been really busy lately. But, I decided to write a song preference for the song The Perfect Storm by Brad Paisley, one of my favorite songs atm. I hope it's good. Enjoy!

Calum:

She's so complicated

That's the way God made her

Sunshine mixed with 

A little hurricane

From the moment Calum met you, he knew you were the one. You intrigued him from the start- There was just something about you that he couldn't put his finger on. As he got to know you more, and as he fell harder for you, he started to begin to see the real you. You were a walking contradiction. You were an eight year old in a (your age) year old's body, yet you were at the same time an incredible force to be reckoned with. You kept things interesting- something he always loved about you.

Michael:

And she destroys me in that t-shirt

And I love her so much it hurts

I never meant to fall like this

She don't just rain she pours

"Mikey!" You rushed into the room, sliding in on your shocked feet. Michael looked up from his screen. You were wearing an old t shirt of his, still in your pajamas. "Yeah babe?" Your eyes were lit up like Christmas trees. "I built a fort! Come see it!" You exclaimed. He chuckled. "Sure thing!" He powered down the console (something he would only do for you) and stood up as you grabbed his hand and dragged him into the next room. You pulled him into the fort, where you had set up blankets, pizza, and a laptop set on Netflix. You two immediately settled in and as you became immersed in the movie, Michael started to think about the course of the past six months. He had never meant to fall in love, let alone fall as hard as he did for you. He loved every single thing about you, so much that when he looked at you he could feel a pulling at the bottom of his chest from how much he loved you. He looked up at you, and you turned to him. "What?" You asked giggling. He reached up and pressed his lips to yours, murmuring a soft phrase he had been waiting to say forever against your lips. "I love you."

Ashton:

I know how to make her laugh

Or blush, or mad at me

But that's OK there ain't no one

More beautiful angry

"(Y/nnnnn)", Ashton dragged your name out, whining as you became more consumed in the book you were reading. You looked up, frustrated. "What Ashton?" He looked at you with his signature puppy dog eyes. "I miss you!" You giggled. "Ash, I'm right here you know." He shook his head. "No, you're in book world!" You shook your head, chuckling as you returned to your page. Ashton was dissatisfied- he wanted attention, and he knew how to get it. He sat up, leaning over, his mouth close to your ear. "You know," he growled. "You look really sexy when you read." Your face flushed a dark shade of red. Ashton chuckled, and began to kiss your neck, knowing he had gotten what he wanted.

Luke:

And she loves just as deep

As she goes when she's down

The highs match the lows

Can't have one without the other

You sighed, slamming your keys onto the table and sinking into the cushions of the couch. Nothing had gone right today. Absolutely nothing. You were biting back tears when you heard the door open. "Honey, I'm home!" You heard Luke call. You didn't say anything for fear of letting out a sob. He waltzed into the living room, freezing in his tracks when he saw the tears in your eyes. "Y/n, sweetheart, what's wrong?" He knelt by your side, grabbing your hand. You didn't want to bother Luke with your problems, so you swallowed your sorrow the best you could and stood up. "Nothing, I'm fine," you said, walking towards the kitchen. "Y/n, wait," Luke ran after you. You leaned against the counter and Luke walked in, standing in front of you. "Y/n we both know something's wrong. Just tell me." You sighed. "It's whatever," you used the classic phrase. Luke, knowing you as long as he had, knew that this phrase was practically you screaming for help. "Babe," he put his hand to your cheek. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" At that moment, you broke down in sobs, throwing yourself against Luke's chest. He held you as you cried it out, lowering you to the ground and sitting you on his lap. Your sobs slowed to hiccups, and he asked again, "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" You began to tell him everything, knowing that telling him would make things better again.