(So, this is just a quick imagine to give you guys something to read while IM working on a special one for you. But, this is when O2L was still going :(( and Ricky was doing his video for Dare week and he woke up Kian but your actually there with Kian. The video is above if you want to watch it.:) )
You were woken up by the sound of Ricky’s voice and a bright light. You felt two arms tighten their grip around your waist.
“Kian Happy Birthday. Oh hold up it is too bright.” Ricky said, and the bright light went off. “Wait, don’t wake up yet” Ricky’s voice sounded muffled over your sleepiness. You, Kian and Jc had stayed up all night playing video games, so you all got barely any sleep.
Kians body snuggled up further into you, as you tangled your fingers in his, which is what you normally do when you cuddle. “I-I’m supposed to slap you.” Kian mumbled a no, snuggling his face in your neck. You heard a quick ‘thump’. A few seconds passed and the door shut. You sighed loudly, closing your eyes again, drifting into another nice sleep. —– You were reawaken again by Ricky’s voice. You and Kian both groaned, him vibrating your neck a little, causing you to let out an involuntary giggle. “Guys I need to tell you something.” Ricky’s lisp sounded strong right now. You groaned, rolling over on your back, as Kian lifted and rested his body up on his arm, which was resting on the right side of your body.
Ricky was holding up his camera, when you realized it was fucking dare week, meaning this was probably just a video for Ricky. Which also meant it was fucking Monday.
You groaned, rolling over to were you would be facing Kian and stuffed your head in the fluffy white pillows of the bed you two shared.
“Okay….Kian, Y/N. Theres a ghost in my house.” Ricky said, and Kian’s head hit the pillow, and Ricky’s body shifted the bed a little, while Kian slipped his arm under your neck and pushing your body’s flush against each other, with his other arm lying lazily over your side. “Can you lock the door when you leave.” Kian mumbled into you neck, and I wrapped my arms around Kian’s torso, the change of temperature taking no effect on you due to his large zip up sweater you were wearing.
“There’s a ghost in the house.” Ricky stated a little more seriously. And you flicked my wrist a little at him signaling him to go away and let us sleep, which he completely ignored. “So your not scared of the ghost?” Kian mumbled out an “no” and I giggled silently into Kian’s bare chest.
“Right well, happy birthday. Goodnight you guys.” Ricky said, and the bed moved, and you heard the lock on the door jiggle, and then the door shutting.
“Fucking finally. I love him and all, but…” you mumbled, and Kian let out a laugh, “I know baby.” He said, still chuckling a little.
He broke your heart and he’s sorry. -requested- ft. Tate Langdon.
(a/n): Okay so I’m gonna add a little blurb to this one. Just remember, english ain’t my first language, it’s actually spanish, so sorry if there are some mistakes. I’ll do the best I can tho. I’ll do them separately, otherwise I get confused.
You have caught him. You had seen the texts. And he didn’t deny it.
“How could you. Am I not enough, Justin?” you whispered, heartbroken. You sat on the couch, hiding your head on your hands. “What have I done wrong? If I’m such a terrible girlfriend, you should just break up with me. DON’T YOU KNOW I HAVE FEELINGS TOO?!” you ran to the bedroom you both shared. You started packing your clothes quickly so you could leave. He just stood on the door frame, watching you from behind. He didn’t said a word, which hurt even more. He didn’t seemed to care. He was loosing you. And damn, he didn’t seem to care. “SO YOU DON’T CARE?! I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW CALM YOU ARE. HAVE YOU EVER CARED?!” you shouted at him. “I do. I do care (y/n). I broke your heart, and I’m so so sorry. But I care about you’re feelings more than mine. And I won’t force you to stay with me. Not when I have hurt the one I care about the most. If you want to leave, I won’t stop you. I just want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me.”
Not 5SOS related.. But. This is o2l the boys who kept me smiling for two years. The last two years of my life have been the shittiest thing for me and these boys were there to catch me and help me. I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done without these boys. Their videos always made me laugh and smile. I always went to school with them on my mind to get me through the day. And when I got home I’d do homework and watch them. Kian, Ricky, Jc, Sam, Trevor and Connor are my sunshines and always will be. Even if O2L is no longer running on YouTube, I still have them.
You took out four mugs and filled them up with boiling water. Then inserting tea bags into each one: Green tea for Jc, camomile for Connor, ginger for Ricky and strawberry-mango for Kian.
The boys had just recently come back from a huge trip to New York, where they all decided it would be a good idea to jump in several feet of snow half naked, resulting in all of them getting a cold. Because you had moved in with them, you took up the responsibility of nursing them to health.
You walk to Jc’s room, the tea cup in hand. You open the door slowly, only to see Jc curled up in his bed with a thousand blankets on and a box of Kleenex on the side.
“Hey, I got you some tea,” you say softly. Jc’s brown eyes lift up and a smile draws on his pale face.
“Thanks,” he says, his voice hoarse. You smile in response, sitting on the side of his bed and handing his the cup. He grabs it and smiles when his hands touch the warmth. As he takes a sip, you reach up to touch his forehead; it was burning.
“Did you take your medicine?” You ask, worried.
“Uhm,” Jc coughs.
You stand up, putting your hands on your hips, "Justin, take them now, you’re literally a walking oven.“
"Well, not technically walking,” you hear him whisper to himself.
“Just take it, yeah? It will make you feel a lot better!” you tell him, warning in your voice.
“Okay, okay I will,” he says, his voice cracking, “Thank you, by the way."
You go back to the kitchen, grabbing Connor, Ricky and Kian’s teas before walking up the stairs.
You go into Connor’s room first, you knew he would be responsible enough to take some type of medicine. And as you had guessed, a bottle on NyQuil sat at the side of Connor’s bed. You touch his forehead slightly, checking for it not to be as warm as Jc’s and to your relief it wasn’t. You leave his cup of tea on his desk and move on to Kian’s room.
Kian out of all the boys had been the one with the better immune system, his cold wasn’t as bad and still had energy to edit.
"Hey, Ki,” you say, walking in to his room, “How’re you feeling?”
“A lot better, thank– Did you make me tea?” he says with a stuffy nose, his eyes lighting up.
You laugh, “I did, strawberry-mango, your favorite.”
Kian stands up from his desk, embracing you in a tight hug, and coving you with the blankets he had around himself, “You’re the absolute best!”
You laugh against his chest, trying not to drop Ricky’s tea, “Kian, let go of me you’re going to get me sick, and then who’s going to take care of me?”
You separate yourself from Kian, closing the door behind you and finally heading to Ricky’s room.
You knock softly before walking in, “Ricky, I brought you tea,”
“Oh my god, you’re a queen!” Ricky says in a sleepy, hoarse voice. You laugh handing it to him.
“I seriously don’t know what we would do without you,” he says, taking a small sip.
You sigh, laughing, “Honestly, neither do I."
Hope you guys enjoyed this! It was requested about a week ago, and I’m finally getting around to it! Please tell me your thoughts, especially on these collective ones, and tell me what you think!