DO U GUYS REMEMBER THE FANDOM BEFORE 5SOS’ FIRST ALBUM CAME OUT DO U REMEMBER HOW WE HAD TO LISTEN TO THE CRAPPY LIVE LYRIC VIDEOS WITH HALF WRONG LYRICS DO U REMEMBER HOW WE THOUGHT THAT MICHAEL WAS GOING TO SCREAM IN VOODOO DOLL IN THE ALBUM DO U REMEMBER THE DAY THEY RELEASED PREVIEWS OF THE ALBUM VERSIONS OF SOME SONGS THROUGH HUNGRY5SOS DO U REMEMBER THE FANDOM FIGHTS AND HOW OLD FANS WOULD HATE THE NEWBIES BECAUSE THEY BECAME A FAN AFTER SLSP DO U REMEMBER THE ALBUM COVER RELEASE DO U REMEMBER THE DAY AMNESIA MUSIC VIDEO LEAKED AND EVERYONE TRIED THEIR HARDEST NOT TO WATCH DO U REMEMBER BECAUSE I DO AND IM CRYNIG GOODYB E
Why does no one take the time to notice how intellectual Calum Hood is? This guy sits in fields and reads about the origins of music, has deep talks with people in passing and lives his life so open to new and different ideas just so he can learn more about people and cultures and music as a whole. Like Jesus Christ Calum is honestly so great.
Okay but honestly Ashton’s high notes at the end of Outer Space when he sings “the darkest night, never felt so bright with you by my side” is so under appreciated and I’m never going to get over it. This has been a PSA.
This imagine is a little bit Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me.
The black scrawl on the white notepad is pressed against the window for you to read.
I don’t care
You scribble back on a matching notepad, holding it up to the window for Luke to read. His answering scowl makes you laugh
Call the girl from last night
You look unamused, as you hold up the notepad.
I always forget to shut the curtains, don’t I?
He laughs, holding it up and dropping you a wink. Rolling your eyes, you nod your head towards the swings at the bottom of your garden.
“S'up, loser?” He throws himself into the swing next to you.
“Did she have plans for tonight or something?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Shut up” he chuckles, softly, “I’ll close the curtains next time, if it’ll make you happy.”
“It’s all I ask”
“I was too distracted” he grins.
“Please, stop talking” you grimace.
“Hey, it can always be you if you wan…”
“Never gonna happen, Hemmings”
For all you and Luke spent time together at home, it was not the same story at school. You had different friends, so you barely saw each other and you didn’t speak when you did. He was popular, his group of friends wouldn’t associate with yours. With his incredible looks and badass attitude towards everything, almost every girl in school wanted to be with him. Every guy fell into one of three categories: they wanted to be his friend, they were scared of him, or they wanted to be him. Your friends thought he was an idiot. Therefore, you kept it quiet that you spent most of your evenings writing notes to him through a window.
It’s a love/hate relationship with the two of you. He loves to annoy you. You hate how much he can annoy you. That’s it. That’s your entire relationship.
“Ugh, I hate the people in this school” Y/F/N throws herself down onto the empty chair next to you, slamming her lunch tray on the table to accentuate her anger.
“Go on, fill me in..” You place your sandwich back down in preparation.
“Lily and her gang of idiots were commenting on the rest of the schools dress sense…as each person was walking by” her gesticulating and wide eyes demonstrate her aghast.
“Of course they did, because your appearance is so important to yourself as a person” you roll your eyes, but you’re hardly surprised, “so? What did she say about you?”
“She asked if I bought my shoes online. When I said ‘no’, she said it was a pity, because I could have sent them back” she looks away from you, not wanting you to see that she was actually upset. People criticising you in any way, no matter who it is, will always affect you more than you let on.
“Nice” you nod, “you know she’s wrong, she’s a dick, Y/F/N.”
“I don’t care what she says to me, I can ignore her,” her hands are overly animated, “but she was talking about some of the younger kids to their faces! They don’t need that kind of crap!” As if on cue, Lily and her gaggle of followers walk into the cafeteria. Lily scans the room, before finding her target and marching straight over to Luke. She drapes herself round him, her fingers lacing through his hair as she attempts to kiss him. He turns his head to the side so her mouth barely grazes his cheek. You smirk as she quickly glances round to see if anybody noticed the awkward encounter. Luke looks up and his eyes meet the amused expression on your face. He mouths “don’t” to you, whilst trying to hide the smile on his face. Lily follows his gaze until her eyes meet yours. The phrase “if looks could kill” has never been more relevant. She wraps her hand around Luke’s neck and pulls his face to hers, making sure to give you a quick glare as she does so.
“Come on, I really don’t want to be in here to witness the live porn” Y/F/N frowns, already halfway to the door.
You quickly follow after her, not wanting to see Luke’s lips attached to someone you couldn’t stand. If you would have turned back around to where he was stood, you would have seen him pull away from her and look towards your quickly departing figure, a look of sadness in his eyes.
“Hey” you hear someone come up behind you, and stumble as they bump their shoulder against yours. You know it’s Luke, but you can’t hide your surprise at him walking with you as you head home. Your class was let out a few minutes early, so there’s not many people around.
“Are you talking to me, Hemmings?” You quirk up an eyebrow.
“Yes, weirdo” his eyes are focused on the ground, “we’re both going the same way anyway.” He shrugs.
“Well, this is new”
“Do you want to carry my bag? It’s heavy” he holds out his bag to you.
“Fuck off” you push his arm away.
“Language” he shakes his head.
“Sorry, Captain America” you scoff, before glancing round and seeing a pair of eyes burning into your skin, “your girlfriend isn’t happy about my escort home.” Luke’s face turns into a frown and, without glancing to where Lily’s stood, drapes his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side. You glance at his hand on your shoulder, then to his face that’s staring straight ahead.
“Just go along with this” he shakes his head, gently, “I’m fed up of her thinking I belong to her. We’re not together, I don’t know why she tells people we are.”
“You’re the most popular boy, she’s the most popular girl, you’re both going to get married and have popular children with freakishly perfect hair” you grin up at him.
“Can’t wait” his voice is monotonous.
“So you figured you’d make me her new target?” He finally looks down at you.
“She already hates you, Y/N” he leans down to kiss your temple, when he knows she’s still looking your way, “she’d never say anything to you, trust me.”
“What? Why does she hate me?” Your brow furrows, “she barely knows me!”
“She’s probably the only person in school who has seen how close we are” he mutters, “she’s seen us together when she’s been round at my house.”
“We’re not close,” you mumble, looking at the ground, “You just like to irritate me.”
“You love me irritating you” he pulls you backwards into his chest.
“I don’t appreciate you using me to make your ex jealous, Luke”
“I don’t want to make her jealous, I want her to understand that I don’t belong to her” you can feel his heart beating through his shirt.
“And you can’t just tell her that?” You ask in a small voice.
“It’s not that…I have to go” he moves away from you, suddenly, turning to walk in the opposite direction. For a second, you’re confused, then you hear the familiar loud voices of Calum and Michael and everything is clear.
“Luke!” Calum shouts over to him. They cross over the road to meet with the blonde headed boy, who pretends he hadn’t already seen them. He glances in your direction, blank expression on his face. Of course he didn’t want to be seen with you. It was fine to spend time with you when no one else was around, or if he needed your help getting rid of a clingy ex, but he didn’t want his friends to think he enjoyed spending time with someone like you.
If you like a Part 2, then I can write one. I hope at least one person does, because I have ideas.. 😁
Lets be real here Michael would be the type of boyfriend who would attempt to tighten all of the jars in the kitchen so you would always call him for help. But then couldnt be able open the jars himself so he would have to call up Ashton and get him to open a jar of pickles at like 11 at night.