5sos imagines

Punk!5sos asks you out

Calum

I yawned as I opened the front door and walked down my path to my mail box. I opened it and sifted through my mail. I glanced up and frowned as I saw Calum sitting on his porch, smoking a cigarette and looking miserable. I sighed before putting the mail back and walking to his house.

"Hey." I spoke as I walked up and sat next to him.

"Hey." He mumbled. I looked at him.

"What's up?" I asked, moving a strand of blue hair out of his eyes.

"I ended it with Angela." He spoke. My eyes widened.

"What? Why? You really liked her." I scoffed. He sighed as he scratched at his eyebrows piercing.

"Yeah, but...I fell in love with someone else." He sighed.

"Oh. Who is this special girl then?" I chuckled. He looked at me.

"You." He admitted, making my eyes widen further.

"Why?" I muttered. He shrugged as he put the cigarette to his lips again before moving it and blowing out the smoke.

"You're beautiful, loyal, kind, my best friend, and you just accept me." He spoke, making me nod.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way-."

"I do, though." I admitted. He looked at me.

"What?" he asked.

"That's why I was sort of bitchy when you got with Angela, I was jealous." I shrugged.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he sighed.

"Because I couldn't risk ruining our friendship." I spoke.

"Well, that doesn't matter now. Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?" he asked. I smiled up at him.

"Yes." I nodded. He returned my smile before leaning down and pressing our lips together.

Luke

I stood at my locker, sorting through my assignments as Layla walked up to me.

"Guess who just asked me out." She squealed.

"Who?" I smiled.

"Michael Clifford." She laughed.

"What, as in punk Michael Clifford?" I scoffed, making her nod.

"Yeah. I'm going to his gig tonight. And you may want to come as well." She spoke.

"And why would I want to do that?" I asked.

"Because his friend, Luke, is the main man in their band and apparently, he likes you." She winked. My eyes widened.

"Why would he like me? He's a punk with piercings and purple hair, and I'm...me." I shrugged.

"Come on, give him a chance, it'll be fun." She smiled. I sighed.

"Fine." I gave in.

The gig ended and Layla led us backstage to where the boys were.

"Hey, babe." Michael smiled as he kissed her. He looked at me.

"Oh, hey, Y/N, Luke's back there." He smirked before giving me a wink. I nodded a small thanks and quickly went off to find him. I took a deep breath as I saw him putting his guitar away.

"Hey." I spoke quietly. He turned around and his eyes widened slightly.

"Hey, Y/N." he smiled as he stood up.