5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine - personal

Personal for @/5sos_kinda_hot

Every night this week Calum has been late home. Not late as in, you'd just gotten into bed and he slipped through the front door late, but late as in, the sun was rising and you had begun preparing for your gruelling day ahead whilst he slept it off and repeated it the next night.
You don't know where he was, what activities he was partaking in, or who he was with, but you knew it couldn't be good things due to the lingering smell of alcohol and the fact he slept in his clothes on the sofa. Possibly too ashamed to sleep next to his girlfriend.
By the fifth time of him doing this, you had reached your limit. You'd heard rumours of what he was doing, the different girls he was doing it with, and it had begun to tear your world apart.
You cried whenever he left the house, hot tears rolling down your face as your chest heaved from lack of air. You felt like an idiot whilst he went out and had the time of his life with another girl.
Sitting in the hallway, your knees pulled to your chest, you let the last few years as fall as you realise how pathetic you are. You need to take action, and tonight is the perfect night to do it.
If Calum has become a creature of habit, then he should be in within the next hour, and that gives you plenty of time to pack.
Rushing up the stairs, you change into jeans and a hoodie, pulling out a black suitcase and duffel bag, and you begin to pull clothing from the hangers and shoving them all in carelessly.
You need time apart. He's clearly not interested in having you anymore, and that's something you will learn to accept one day.
Sealing the bags shut, you drag them downstairs noisily and await his return. You don't want to go and put them in the car, you want to make a show in front of him so he knows what he is loosing.
The door clicks open, and he barely even stumbles over the threshold. He may not have drunk much tonight, which should make this a lot easier. At least he will remember it when he wakes up.
He freezes in his tracks when he sees me standing there, my bags near my feet and tear stained cheeks.
"Mila? What's going?" He curiously asks, and I have to bite back my anger.
"I'm leaving. What does it look like?" I sarcastically respond, and his jaw drops in shock as he shakes his head in denial.
"What? Why?"
"It's pretty obvious, Cal," I grit through my teeth, watching him become more confused and angry as he stands in front of me.
"If it's because I've been out, Mila, I can explain-"
"Explain what, Cal? Have you done something you shouldn't?" You start, pushing your anger towards him, and he chews on his lip, "I mean, I've heard plenty of things of what you've been up to."
"So, what? You're going to believe everyone else over me? Believe some stupid rumours and leave me?" He shouts, his voice getting louder the more he throws it back in my face.
"Well when you don't even communicate with me anymore and sleep on the damn couch, what do up expect?" I scream back, hot tears beginning to leak from my eyes, and sniff them back as I pick up my bags, "I can't do this anymore. A week of it was bad enough, I'm not just going to sit around whilst you take me for a fool."
"Mila. Please," he practically whimpers as I hear the door, and that's when I hear a loud thud on the floor, and turn to see him on his knees and doing something I've never seen.
Crying.
"Please don't leave me. I'll stay home, I promise. If you leave me, I have nothing. I need you," he mutters, tears falling hard and sobs racking his body. My heart feels every ounce of pain as I see him before me.
I drop the bags on the floor and walk towards him, his head facing the ground as he continues to cry, and I reach out to touch his face.
"I slept on the couch because I didn't want to wake you up," he mumbles, his face leaning into my touch as I scratch my nails in his hairline and he begins to calm down, "I don't want you to leave," he sobs again, and I drop to his height to help calm him down when I have my own tears being shed, "I can't take it if you leave me. Please."
I pull him towards me and he clings onto me for dear life, his grip almost deathlike and I know how desperate he is for me to stay.
"The rumours aren't true," he sniffles and I just hold him closer to me as I wipe my eyes, "I've been with no one. I promise. You're the only girl for me."