5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Lashton Imagine

Ashton's POV
The lads and I have been putting our soul into this second record. Blood, sweat and tears to make it the perfect album for our fans. Our family. The most important people to us. Without them, we're nothing.
Late nights, early morning, lack of sleep, to try and for writing, recording, producing and practicing all into a 24 hour day. You could say it's been a little more than busy.
Walking down the corridor, I bang on Calum and Michaels hotel room door in order for them to wake up. I popped out for coffee for all four of us and we planned on chilling in front of the TV in mine and Luke's room for the morning.
"Nooooooo," I hear Mikey groan as a half asleep Calum opens the door to me. "Tell him to piss off back to the wilderness."
"Please tell me you got coffee," Cal desperately asks as he holds onto the door to support himself and I hold up a cup holder with our favourite drinks in, "Thank god. Mikey up now."
I chuckle and head back to my room, leaving Calum to wrestle Mikey out of bed. I'm glad I share with Luke, he's more likely to do as he's told. And him and Mikey together is a definite no. We would on on them either cuddling or with one of them in a headlock. There's no in between.
"Luke, mate, I got coffee," I set the cups down on a table and walk around the large hotel room in search of him, "Luke? Luke."
I bang on the bathroom door, expecting it to swing open and to see the grinning goon on the toilet, but it's empty yet again.
"What the hell?" I walk back into our bedroom, searching for any clue as to where he might be. And it's only then that I notice some of his things have gone. His backpack, some clothes, his phone and he's left a note.
Unfolding the piece of paper, I skim it quickly before my eyes jump back to the top to re read it and my mouth hangs open in disbelief.
'Dear Calum, Ashton and Michael,
I'm sorry.
I'm so so sorry.
I couldn't keep up this lifestyle anymore. When I uploaded that first video to YouTube, I didn't expect it to pintail so quickly and so, well, worldwide.
I love you guys like brothers. I'm glad to have had you in my life, but I want normalcy back. I can't live out of a suitcase any longer. I want roots. I want family. I want home.
Don't call, don't write. I won't answer or reply. It's just too difficult to do. I'm sorry.
This is where I get off on this amazing journey of ours.
Good luck. With everything. I'm sorry.
Luke'
"Oh god."
I fall backwards on to the bed, my head falling into my hands, as I hear Calum shouting both mine and Luke's names. I don't have the heart to tell either of them.
"Mate, what you doing? Coffee will be cold," I look up at Calum and feel the familiar wave of tears fall from my eyes, slowly one by one, "what's wrong?"
I can barely speak, my throat cut off with emotion, and I just offer him the letter to read. I watch his reaction to from confusion to anger to hurt.
"Please tell me this is a fucking joke?"
"I wish, I keep thinking he's gonna jump out from under the fucking bed," I stand up and wipe my tears harshly, Michael finally joining us and reading the letter, "don't fucking believe it."
I kick the bed side table, my boot clad foot splintering the wood and I feel some of my anger subside. So I do it again. Causing the wood to break and the noise to become unbearable.
"Ash! Stop!"
They pull me away from my destruction and I can see how hurt they are. Red eyes, tear stained cheeks, and eyes full of worry.
We're an incomplete band, an incomplete friendship now, and I don't know what the next move will be.