5SOS Imagines

Ashton

You and your boyfriend of four months Ashton Irwin are walking out of an after party, the camera flashes going off as you both make your way to the car. In a recent interview you both found out that Ashton’s best mate and 5 Seconds of Summer band member Luke Hemmings had feelings for you.
It had caused obvious tension within the band, even though afterwards he swore that he had no intention of getting between the two of you and he wished he could take the feelings back. Still you knew very well the longing look in his blue eyes every time Ashton and you walked into a room. You knew very well how he shifted uncomfortably in his seat every time he was stuck sitting next to the two of you in a car or at the table. And you had seen him walk out of the room one too many times simply because you two were acting “couply” as Calum Hood would call it.
You slipped into the taxi cab, sitting right across from Luke and Michael; Calum sitting to your left and Ashton to your right. Luke’s eyes shifted towards his hands as Ashton closed the door, signaling the driver that it was okay to go.
You gently nudged Luke’s foot with your own, offering a small smile when his eyes lifted to meet your honey hazel ones. You wanted things to be alright between the lads again, the tension taking a toll on everyone; including their crew and fans.
Deep down you hadn’t been as surprise as you should have been by his confession; deep down you had known all along that Luke’s feelings towards you went beyond then just friends. Of Ashton’s band mates, he was the one you got along with the best and the two of you had spent a lot of time together while Ashton would be at the studio or in any other band related business.
He had become one of your best friends as well and you cared about him a lot so it hurt you to see him so crushed when you were so happy. You watched as one by one all of the boys got down of the van at the parking lot and made their way towards the hotel but Luke reached for your hand and held you back.
“Can we talk?” He asked. You saw Ashton stop on his tracks and look at you before he glared at Luke but you waved him off.
“I’ll catch up with you in a second.” You told him with a smile. He wasn’t too happy about that but not wanting to cause a scene he followed the other two boys towards the hotel lobby.
“What’s up?” You finally asked when you turned your full attention back to Luke. You could see him nervously avoiding your eyes and biting his lip ring and bottom lip before he began to speak.
“I know things have been kind of weird lately because of my confession on that interview and I know it is all my fault but I just wanted to make sure we were okay. I mean I can’t change the way I feel about you but I could never forgive myself if I lose your friendship or the boys in the process…” he said softly, his eyes never lifting from the ground as he rolled a rock under the tip of his shoe.
“We’re fine Luke, I promise.” You tell him, tentatively reaching over to him and giving him a comforting hug. His arms were strong around you, pulling you closer to his body for a moment longer than a friend should but you didn’t have the heart to push him away.
Slowly, you felt him pulling back but before you could realize what was happening his lips were brushing shyly against yours. You were frozen in place and your lack of response encouraged him to kiss you again, harder this time. His lips firmly pressed against yours, his soft cool fingers caressing your cheek.
“You asshole!” You heard Ashton’s angry voice from behind you, making the two of you jump away from each other.
“I’m sorry…” Luke mumbled, looking paler than a ghost as he stared between the two of you. You felt sick unsure if to assure Luke that everything was okay or tell your boyfriend that that meant nothing.
“I’ll make sure you are.” Ashton said through gritted teeth, his right hand balling into a fist; his face red as he was blinded with anger. Suddenly his hand was gripping your arm and pulling you away, not giving you a chance to explain or even get a word out. His grip was actually hurting you but you were scared to actually protest. You had never seen Ashton so angry.
He dragged you along all the way to your shared hotel room; the second you were inside he was shoving you unto the bed. His fingers unbuckling his belt and pants.
“Take your dress off, now!” He growled. Your body was shaking as you did your best to slip off the dress over your head.
“Seems like you need to be reminded who you belong to.” He told you, his voice softer now but the tone still angry and dangerous as he climbed on top of you and pulled off your thong. That night you discovered that sex only got better, the angrier Ashton was.