5sos imagines

Roommate!5sos

Calum

I walked into the living room and sighed at the carnage that came with Calum trying to build the new furniture for the apartment that we shared on his own. I sat down next to him.

"Damn, why does every piece of furniture from IKEA always seem to have something missing?" he groaned, lining up a screw.

"Fuck." He muttered as the screw slipped.

"Why don't I just call my brother? He built all the furniture in his house." I spoke.

"No. I don't want to meet your brother like that." He sighed.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like the sister's roommate who can't build a fucking coffee table without needing help." He huffed. I chuckled as I stood up and patted his shoulder.

"There's no shame in it, it's not like we're dating." I spoke.

"It's still embarrassing, Y/N. One of the unwritten rules among men is that you don't ask another man to help you in building furniture." He muttered.

"I've never heard of it." I chuckled.

"That's because it's unwritten." He spoke, focusing on the screw in his hand.

Luke

"Y/N!" Luke called.

"Coming." I spoke as I walked into the living room.

"It's my choice of movie tonight, and I pick paranormal activity." He grinned.

"No! You know that I hate horror films." I whined.

"Don't worry, Y/N, you can cuddle me, and I'll protect you from the mean spirits." Luke chuckled, sitting down on the sofa. I smacked his arm lightly as I sat next to him, swinging my legs over his lap.

"You got the popcorn?" he asked. I nodded, holding up the bowl. An hour later and I clutched the popcorn closely to my chest, waiting for the next jump scare. Suddenly, Luke zapped me. I screamed and jumped up, making the popcorn fly everywhere as Luke laughed his ass off.

"Luke! You asshole!" I yelled.

"Sorry, Y/N, I couldn't resist." He laughed.

"I'm not watching the rest." I huffed as I stormed out of the room.

"No, stay, I want to cuddle." Luke whined as he chased after me.

"You should have thought of that before you scared me-Luke!" I squealed as his arms wrapped around my waist and picked me up, carrying me back into the living room.

"You're watching the rest, Y/N." he chuckled.

"No! It'll give me nightmares." I huffed.

"Then you can sleep in my bed." He smirked as he put me down on the sofa.

"God, you're such a fuckboy." I mumbled as he pressed play.

Michael

I stood at the stove, cooking breakfast as Michel walked in, holding his head as he groaned loudly.

"Morning sunshine." I joked.

"What happened last night?" he asked.

"Well, you went out with the boys at around 8:30pm, and you came back around 4:15 this morning, stinking of tequila and vodka." I explain, grabbing an aspirin from the cupboard and filling a glass with water.

"My god, I haven't had a headache like this since I was seventeen." He mumbled.

"Open." I demanded. He opened his mouth slightly, enough for me to place the aspirin on his tongue.