5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mikey Imagine

Personal imagine for @edlikescoldcoffee on IG

Michaels been away on tour for sometime and he's finally wanting to go back to his home country. With once special gift. You.
You've been apart from a while now and missed each other deeply, so what better way to reconnect than in the beautiful land of Australia with the beach, sea and sun.
He came to pick you up from your house and you flew out together to Australia, ready for some alone time and some fun.
Except the first 3 days was spent getting over the jet lag. You spent the nights away and the days asleep, so you didn't even see the glorious sunshine that should have been baking your skin. Mikey was the worst for it, he slept a hell of a lot more than you because he was exhausted from touring. By the fourth day, you'd had enough and wanted to go explore and spend some quality time together.
"Mikey? Wake up," you nudge him, whispering in his ear, and he groans in reply, "Michael?"
You push him hard and he falls off the end of the bed, hitting the ground hard, and he mutters cuss words at the pain.
"What the hell, Liv?"
He rubs his eyes, glaring green at you, and you bite your lip with anxiety. You didn't mean to annoy him, you're just really bored and want to make the most of the little time you two have together.
"You wasn't waking up," you shrug, speaking quietly as he climbs back into bed, "I want to go to the beach, Mikey."
"Well, go then."
He pulls his covers back over himself, burying his face into the pillow, and blocking you out.
"I aren't going by myself."
"Well, I'm not going with you. I hate the beach."
"But, Mikey, we're supposed to be spending time together."
He stays silent, not moving or talking, and you begin to get really fed up. Why did he bring you here if you wasn't even going to do things together?
You storm off to the bathroom that joins onto his room, closing the door and stripping your clothes off to pull on a pair of black swim shorts and a red tank top. You've never been one for bikinis of skimpy outfits, something Michael admired about you.
Tying your hair back, you walk out of the bathroom without looking in his direction, and begin to grab things to put in your beach bag; sunglasses, towel, book and sun lotion.
"You look really pretty."
You stop what you're doing, slowly turning to see Mikey laid in bed and watching you, a shy smile spreading across his face.
"Thank you."
He gets out of the bed, slowly walking over to you, and you can see him biting his lip before talking.
"I'm sorry," you don't change facial expression, you just watch and wait for him to continue, "I'll take you to the beach. I can't have my girl on the beach, on her own, in a country she doesn't know. I'll get ready."
You smile at him and he kisses your forehead before walking off into the bathroom to get ready. Finally, you can spend sometime together that doesn't consist of battling the jet lag.