5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine

I've been sat for hours worrying about where Calum has gotten to. He said he would be home at 10; it's now 1:30. I made a cup of tea, sitting down on the sofa, with a perfect view of the front door for when he comes in.

If he comes in.

No. I need to stop saying IF. He will come home, he has no reason not to. I don't think anyway.

I've called his phone multiple times. Each time it's sent straight to voicemail and my worry grows. Why the hell isn't he answering and where has he gone? The lads aren't answering their phones either and I know for a fact he popped out with them.

Even with my worry, my eyes begin to droop, the need for sleep overpowering my frantic mind, and I can feel myself nodding off on the cushions. Just as I'm at the point of partial sleep, a loud bang followed by laughter startles me awake and the front door opens.

"I have to be quiet. Shhhh. I can't wake her up, she will kill me."

Calum stumbles through the door, catching his balance on the door handle, and bids farewell to whomever dropped him off as he giggles quietly to himself. I stay sat down, watching on with amusement as he drunkenly sways back and forth as he closes the door.

"I'm Mr Boombastic, say me fantastic, touch me in my back she says I'm Mr Roooooooomantic, I'm Mr Boombastic," As he sings the song, he rick-rolls along to the beat in his head, the sight hilarious, "say me fantastic, touch me in my back she says boom, boom-"

He cuts off as I burst into laughter, the sound causing him to freeze and his eyes widen in alarm. With it being Calum, I can't decide if he is sober or drunk, the activity very likely for him to do.

"Hey, baby," he scratches the back of his neck, trying to stand still as I continue laughing, "did I wake you? I'm soooooooo sorry."

He grins like a small child, rocking back and forth, looking all innocent and it makes me heart melt after the worry from earlier.

"No. I was already awake," I smile at him, the sight adorable, "Nice moves."

He grins widely.

"I'm drunk. Shhhhhh."

He winks at me, as if him being drunk should be a secret, and I laugh lightly at his actions. He's a buffoon.

"I know," I whisper back to him, "You was supposed to be in almost 4 hours ago."

"I'm sorry, baby. Lost track of time. Lost my phone as well. Need a new one, will you get me one?"

"I'll get you one tomorrow, let's get you to bed and get you some water. You're gonna have a killer hangover in the morning."

He complies, nodding like an obedient and enthusiastic child, and makes his way towards the stairs as I follow behind him.

"Off to bed we gooooooooo."

He sings out of pitch, the tune unfamiliar, but he seems to be enjoying himself in his drunken state. He goes to climb the stairs, his foot on the second step, and he stumbles backwards into me and almost causes us both to crash to the ground. Luckily, I sturdy us before that happens.

"Ooops," he laughs loudly, stepping back up, "I'm going down, and I'm yelling TIMBER!!!"

I laugh and shake my head, pushing him up the stairs in front of me. He's an absolute idiot when he's drunk. I get him up the stairs - a few failed attempts - and get him into the bedroom where he rolls on the floor pretending to be a secret agent.

"Calum? Get up."

I stand with my hands on my hips, trying to maintain a serious expression and tell him off, but he's just too damn amusing.

"The names Hood. Calum Hood."

"Well, Hood, Calum Hood. Can you take your clothes off please?"

"No. I can't. I have a girlfriend."

He pouts his lips, shaking his head, and refusing to take off his clothes when I stop towards him.

"I know you do. Don't worry, she said it's OK for you to get changed and go to sleep."

"Are you sure?"

He looks at me with puppy dog, brown eyes, and I realise why I love this idiot.

"Yes. I'll even sleep on the sofa."

"Thank you."

He bows down in front of me, stripping to his boxers, and jumping onto the bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow and snoring loudly. I shake my head at him, grabbing a blanket, and head downstairs to sleep on the lumpy sofa with a smile on my face.