5sos imagines

You're his inspiration

Calum

"Fuck!" I closed my book as the door slammed, signalling that Calum was home.

"Fucking dammit!" I walked into the kitchen to see him rummaging desperately through all off the cupboards.

"Looking for something?" I asked, leaning against the doorway. He turned to look at me.

"Baby, please, I need my cigarettes, I've run out of inspiration." He spoke.

"We talked about this, Cal." I sighed.

"Babe, I'm begging you, I need inspiration." He groaned.

"You're not going to find inspiration in flammable death sticks." I spat.

"At least let me feed my craving." He sighed.

"That's what the gum is for." I shrugged. He groaned.

"Fine, fine." He sighed as he looked at me. Suddenly, he rushed to me.

"What did you just do to your eyes?" he asked, looking closely at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You just did something. There was a small twinkle or something, in your eyes." He muttered.

"I didn't do anything." I shrugged. Suddenly, a wide smile spread across his face.

"Yes, you did. You gave me inspiration." He smiled before grabbing my face and kissing me passionately.

"Glad that I could help." I chuckled as he grabbed a notepad and started to write.

Luke

I walked into the living room to see Luke aimlessly flicking through the channels on the TV.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I sat next to him.

"I've hit writer's block." He sighed.

"Oh. No inspiration, huh." I spoke.

"Yup." He muttered as he put his arm around me. He stopped on a movie.

"I don't get this." He spoke, pointing to the TV.

"How do you not get it?" I chuckled.

"Well, they clearly love each other, and they're perfect for each other, but they fuck it up anyway, and break each other's hearts." He explained, shaking his head.

"It's all part of the story, isn't it?" I shrugged.

"I guess. I just don't think that that would actually happen." He spoke.

"Yeah, well, no matter how much you love something, you can never stop it from slipping through your fingers." I sighed. Suddenly, Luke froze and looked at me.

"What did you just say?" he asked.

"What?" I returned.

"What did you just say?" he asked again. My eyes widened.

"Oh shit, Luke, I didn't mean it like that-."

"What did you just say?" he reiterated. I sighed.

"No matter how much you love something, you can never stop it from slipping through your fingers." I spoke. He jolted up suddenly and looked for a pad of paper.

"Thanks, babe." He smiled before kissing my head and running off.

Michael

I stood in front of the mirror in my underwear, frowning at my body.

"Damn, baby." I turned around to see Michael smirking at me as he leant against the doorway.

"I'm not in the mood for that shit." I muttered.

"Wow, have you had your lunch yet?" he chuckled, walking further into the room.

"That's the problem." I mumbled as I went back to looking at myself in the mirror.

"You're beautiful, honey." He sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"I'm not. I don't know how you can say that." I choked.

"Because it's the truth, baby." He mumbled as he kissed along my shoulder.

"Sure." I sighed. Suddenly, he stopped and just looked at me.

"What?" I asked, turning around in his arms.

"I don't know. Something about how you look just helped me write a chorus that I've been struggling with for ages." He chuckled.

"Well then, go write it!" I squealed. He smiled before kissing me and running out of the room.

Ashton

Ashton and I lay on the bed, watching a movie. I sighed as I ran my hands through his hair.

"Baby, I'm horny." He sighed.

"Thanks for sharing." I chuckled.

"Baby, can you help me?" he asked as he started to kiss my neck.

"I want to watch the movie, though." I teased.

"Please, babe...just this once." He muttered as he continued to kiss my skin.

"Alright, then." I smirked. He returned it before pulling my top over my head and kissing down my torso. Suddenly, he stopped.

"When did you get a tattoo?" he asked, looking up at me.

"I got it whilst you were away." I shrugged. He looked at it.

"You can never replace first love but you can bury it with true love." He read it.

"You like it?" I asked.

"I love it." He smiled as he kissed around the tattoo. Suddenly, he stopped again and jolted up from the bed.

"Ash, what are you doing?" I asked as I propped myself up onto my elbows.

"Your tattoo. It's brilliant. It's just given me inspiration for a song." He spoke as he rushed around, trying to find something to write with.

"Glad I could help." I smiled, putting my top back on.