Kiss Me Imagines ✔

Fellow Band Mates - *

He was lying down, the white suit engulfing him in the dark surroundings. Everyone was here… Everyone was here but him, them. Why had he been so stupid? He could have avoided this outcome, why the hell did he have to jump?!

Flashback

“Honey? Honey are you up here?” Climbing the last of the steps to the roof garden you see a figure looking out over the city of London.

 

“Hey babe are you gonna come in?” you ask again in attempt to get his attention. He turns around, a smile edged on his face, the way he gets little lines in his forehead when he smiles just makes you fall for him even more.

 

“Please come in, Skylar won’t stop crying and you need to sing to him to make him go to sleep.” Cautiously you walk across the small patch of green that covers the distance between you and him. Once you reach him, he reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair as the other hand rests on your 7month baby bump. The baby decides to kick at that moment making him smile even wider.

 

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips ghosting yours as he leans in for a kiss. Kissing back you wind your arms around his neck. He kisses you as though it was your first kiss, passionate, wild and lovingly.

 

A wetness falls onto your rose-blossomed cheeks. Pulling away you look up into his eyes, tears edging the boundaries. “What’s wrong babe?”

 

“Have I ever told you how much you mean to me? How beautiful you are y/n? The way your hair falls effortlessly across your shoulders, the way your figure fits in mine? Do I ever tell you that you are kindest, funniest person I know? Have I ever told you how proud I am of you? The fact that you are an amazing mother, oh and also the fact you can’t dance to save a life?”

 

You giggle at his comment, “But darling don’t dance to save mine.”

 

You pull your giggling to a cease; a way a worry crawls onto your face. “Don’t think these things again, baby no. They are gone, but I’m not. Don’t fall into this trap, please. Not again, not these thoughts”

 

He takes a step back from you, the way his eyes scan you over as though it was his last time to look at you. “Baby, no please don’t” The wind started picking up, rustling your hair over the top of London City.

 

He takes another, then another. “I love you,” He whispers, the wind pulling the words towards you so you can hear them. He takes one last step as he falls.

 

“NOOOOOOOOOOO” screaming, you rush to the edge dropping onto your knees as you sob into your hands. Not even daring to look over because you don’t want to know the reality. Blue lights flash from below. Reality stabbing you in the chest causing a whole new rack of sobs to pulse your body.

 

“Y/n! Come back from there! Please…” The voice is distant, an echo of your imagination. Mrs Ashe from next-door rushes to you, holding your sobbing self, her name even makes you feel worse.

 

Flashback over

 

The newspaper is crumpled in Ashley’s small fist. Skylar is running around with the other children on the climbing frame. Slowly peeling Ashley’s small hand from the article, reading it over and over again… it might be 10 months since it happened but it still feels like yesterday it happened and the funeral this morning.

“ DRUMMER COMMITED SUICDE TO JOIN FELLOW BANDMATES

 

Band member Ashton Irwin from the once famous ‘5 Seconds of Summer’ committed suicide last night at 8:17 pm to join his band mates. He jumped from his apartment building in the center of London, dying on impact. His wife Y/N was the last one to be with him before the incident, he account was devastating. Irwin left behind a 1 year old son called Skylar and an un-born daughter. Sources have said he “Could not bare the pain of living without his former band mates Luke Hemmings who died from an overdose, Michael Clifford and Calum Hood who both died in a car crash on the way back from their biggest concert in New York City…”

 

The article faded into a blur of words from all the tears you had wept over the article. They continued to list his achievements, family, friends and all the other trash they put in to make him an obituary.

Brushing the tears away and taking a deep breath in you pull your self together, holding Ashley on your hip you call out “Skylar it’s time to go home, it’s dinner!” He rushes over curls and all, a mirror image of the man who you once loved. No, who you have always and will forever love.