5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Cake Imagine

Luke's POV
Over the course of a month, I've been on 17 nights out. Half of them I was forced on.
Since we got a break from touring and recording, we got to go home and spend some time with our families and friends and really get back to reality for a while. It's just a shame that one of us didn't.
"Luke? You out tonight?"
I look over at Calum, dark circles around his eyes and his usually tanned skin pale and lacking life.
"No. Cal, I'm knackered. Why don't you stay home?"
Reasoning with him is ridiculous. Girls and partying is all he seems to be into recently, it's a shame.
"No thanks, I'm bored. A few drinks will do us good. Come on."
He begins to beg and it annoys me with how many times I have to say no. He can't accept a no for an answer, but I also don't want him to get into trouble on this night out and I could have been there to help him out.
"Calum, please mate-"
"God, Luke, you're such a fucking square."
"What?"
He ruffles his hair and pulls on his cap, pacing the living room in what I think are last nights clothes.
"It's one night out-"
"It's not one fucking night out though, is it?!" I stand to face him, my voice raising, and I'm really beginning to feel pissed off, "it's 6 days out of 7, we've been home a month and your mum claims you've barely been in!"
"Who gives a shit? Just because I'm living my life!"
"Or fucking killing it!"
I can smell the alcohol flowing off him in the waves, different liquors filling the room and I want to gag. It's like being locked in an angry brewery.
"You're just jealous, Luke."
"Of what, exactly?" I scoff.
"That I'm getting more attention than you for a change." He states it through gritted teeth and I'm in complete disbelief at his accusation.
"I can't believe that is what you think."
"Oh, please," he laughs dryly, the sound void of humour and warmth like the real Calum that I know. Not this empty vessel of a man in front of me, "you're no fun. Girls don't go for that."
"I don't care what girls go for, I care about my friends and my health. Not who I can screw and give a vodka shot to."
He picks him a bottle and hurls it across the room, the glass smashing against the wall and scattering in different directions.
"What the hell?!"
"You think I don't care about my friends? About the band? Well, guess what, Luke?" His nostrils flare as he steps closer to me in a threatening manner. I subconsciously step backwards, "it's done. If you really think that is how I am, I want nothing more to do with you, Ash or Mikey."
"What do you mean?"
"Our friendship, this band, is fucking done."
He storms off out of the room, slamming doors and shouting profanities as he walks away from me.
I can't believe, that after everything we've all been through, this is how it ends. Calum's partying ways have become more important than the people in his life.