Bungled Connection

Calum Hood you sexy adorable motherfucker

Calummmmmm Hoooooooood

Bby ur thighs

Ur arms

Ur eyes

Ur hands

Ur hair

Ur mind

These photos just smacked me in the face

pt.1

Every time you thought about telling Calum your feelings, you imagined he would throw his arms around you, kiss you and tell you that he’s felt the same way for years. You imagined him telling you everything you wanted to hear. You imagined him asking you to be his one and only and you two would be the couple people only saw in magazines.

But of course, like everything, things didn’t turn our like you planned. Hell, you didn’t even plan on going to the party, let alone meeting Calum, let alone telling him all these feelings you’ve kept buried successfully for years. 

When you finally got to your hotel room, you took off your makeup, and changed into your pajamas before leaning into the warm embrace of your bed. Instead of  partaking in your nightly routine of editing photos with some crappy reality show playing in the background, you lay on your back and thought about something that you’ve been purposely avoiding for the past two hours. What just happened with Calum?

You replayed the whole incident in your head. Calum didn’t just sound confused, he sounded hurt and angry. You thought about his voice, how it was hoarse like he was exhausted. You thought about how he strained to raise his voice like he was holding back tears. You thought about how you could see the vein in his neck protruding. You thought about how his fists were clenched, even when his head hung in defeat. All of these images flashed though your mind, and your heart hurt.

But, what hurt even more, what made your heart sink and what made your whole body curl up as if to protect itself, was his reaction. His reaction when you finally told him the words you longed to tell anyone for years. How he looked emotionless, slightly shocked but emotionless. He didn’t unclench his fists. He didn’t wrap his arms around you. And he definitely didn’t tell you that you were his one and only. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even try and stop you from walking away. The more you thought about it, the more it hurt. Your body seemed to grow smaller and smaller. You tried to hold yourself, feeling as if you might literally fall apart, limb by limb. 

You heard a knock on your door, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up or even call out to ask who it was. You guessed it was Ashton checking up on you, and thought that if you didn’t answer he would leave, presuming you were asleep. 

But it wasn’t Ashton, and whoever it was, didn’t want to wait for you to answer the door. The door opened slowly and you pulled the cover over your head, remembering when Ashton told you to always lock the door after him and Michael walked in on you changing. The door closed and you could hear that someone was in the room with you. 

"(Y / n)".

You instantly knew who was standing three meters away from your bed.

You stuck your head up from over the covers to see a disheveled Calum.

“Go away” you whispered and pulled the cover over your head again.

“I’m not leaving (y/n)” he said walking closer, usually he would smile about how you always looked so small in huge hotel beds but right now, all he could think about what he wanted to say.

When you found out he really wasn’t leaving you sat up. Not caring about your hair that was sticking out in every direction, or that your face was red and blotchy.

You looked at each other in silence, not knowing what to say. Suddenly Calum spoke up, “Can I hug you?”. You just nodded and the next thing you knew you were sitting on Calum’s lap, hugging him tightly with tears streaming down your face. In that moment, you didn’t care about anything, you just needed him to hold you. Finally, you pulled away and looked at Calum’s face, it was evident he had been crying, you felt that all too familiar sting in your heart. 

You climbed off his lap and looked at your hands, that were hidden with the sleeved of your sweater. “Why are you here” you asked,not looking up, all emotion drained from your voice. 

“To apologise, and to finally tell you how i feel”

When you looked up Calum was staring at you.

“Oh” you choked out.

“I like you too (y/n). I like you so fucking much I think I’m in love with you. I don’t know why I never told you sooner. I don’t know how I didn’t see that I was hurting you. I never wanted to hurt you (y/n). All of these girls were, like throwing themselves at me all of a sudden and i thought “why not?” because i was convinced you had no interest in me. I knew, I thought, I would never have a chance with you so I lapped in the attention, but I wanted more. I wanted you. I wanted to just grab your face and kiss you. I wanted to hold your hand. I wanted to take you on dates. But as far as I knew you had no interest in me, and you acted the same around me as you did around the boys. I was sleeping with any girl that came my way in the hopes that I would eventually lose these feelings. I didn’t see I was hurting you. I am so fucking blind (y/n).” 

Tears were streaming down both of your faces.

“When I started seeing you less and less I thought I was going to die” He continued. “I could barely sleep. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t even concentrate on a show. That’s the effect on me (y/n). I can’t live without you. And I understand why you distanced yourself, I was hurting you so much you had to protect yourself. I didn’t know what to say when you told me you liked me. I didn’t think it was real. But I like you. I like everything about you and I’m so, so sorry for ever hurting you (y/n)”

He was now sat on the end of your bed with his head in his hands.

You got up and pulled him up so you both were standing.

He looked so vulnerable and you could see that he meant everything he said.

You held his face and looked at him for a few moments before kissing him once. You wrapped your around his neck and pulled him into a hug whispering “It’s okay”, letting him know that you understand. He pulled you closer and buried his head in your neck. You two stood like that for what felt like hours, in a comfortable silence. There was nothing else that needed to be said and there was nothing else you wanted. 

 imagines

movie night - 5sos

x reader

Pt.2

Hey! So this is kinda long and i got carried away and just kept on writing. I’m probably gonna do another part to this, or make it a series. Enjoy xx

You and Ashton, were best friends since you were young, growing up beside each other and attending the same school, you were like siblings. When Ashton joined a band, you suddenly had three new best friends Michael, Luke and of course, Calum. When the boys got the opportunity to go to the UK, you decided to go with them. Your parents always encouraged you to take chances and live life to the fullest, but when they found out that meant dropping out of school and leaving the country, they were hesitant. So, as a compromise, you went with your friends, but still did lessons with regular tests on the road.

When you finished school, you decided to take a photography course in a local university when the boys spent their day in the studio. The course was short and you soon had your degree. When the band moved to LA they officially hired you as their photographer, meaning you would go on tour with them. You were payed quite generously by the bands management team, but also by magazines that used your photographs for different articles on the bands latest achievements.

Going on tour with the boys meant you were living in close quarters with them, which wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have the biggest crush on Calum, who just happened to be your closest friend after Ashton. You liked him as soon as you met him and you two clicked instantly and over the years of knowing him, your crush on him just grew with every cheeky smile he threw you. It became increasingly more difficult to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach every time he would casually throw his arm over your shoulders. 

You two always had a flirty kind of friendship, but every time you thought about telling him about these feelings, you would see him with a girl on him arm, and your heart would sink. Calum was without a doubt, a ladies man. So, to protect yourself, and to get these feelings to leave, you slowly began distancing yourself from him. Because you can’t keep falling for someone if you don’t talk to them, right?

Wrong.

It hurt even more not to talk to Calum. You knew he was hurt. And nobody, not even Ashton knew why you were acting like this. You started to avoid parties or social gatherings in fear of having to talk to Calum. You spent your time exploring whatever city you were in, usually alone but sometimes Ashton would join you, and you would sight see and act like tourists, avoiding the burning question you both knew he was dying to ask, “Why aren’t you talking to Calum?”. He knew you well enough you would just change the subject, so you just made jokes and laughed like you were ten again.

The boys just finished a show and were getting ready to go out for a party,  a party you knew you wouldn’t be attending. You were sat, cross legged in your hotel room editing photos you took of the boys that night. You always spent a little longer editing pictures of Calum, admiring every detail of his body. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and after opening it you saw Luke,with a smile on his face. “You sure you won’t come out (y/n)? We miss you. I miss you” he said quietly sitting down on your bed. Seeing him this sad made you realise that by avoiding Calum, you had been avoiding your best friends. So you shut your laptop and jumped from your bunk. Turning around you saw a confused Luke and said two words that made him hug you so tight you saw stars, “I’ll go”.

After an hour of getting ready you were sitting in an Uber with Michael on one side and Luke on the other. Calum and Ashton, who had a few drinks in the hotel room, we’re singing Nickleback so loudly you thought you would be kicked out.

You had forgotten how intense nightclubs could be, with the loud music and all the people dancing in one hot sweaty area. But none the less, you danced for hours with Luke and Michael, no sign of Ashton or Calum. Your body was buzzing with a mixture of the alcohol and electric atmosphere. You decided to step out for some fresh air and left Michael and Luke on the dance floor. Outside, you could still feel the beat of the bass pulsating through your body, you gulped in the fresh air and looked round at the different people. Some waiting for a taxi, some like you, getting fresh air, one girl getting sick in a bush with her friend rubbing her back and people smoking. Among those people smoking, was the man you’ve been avoiding for months. “Shit” you muttered and made a beeline for the door, keeping your head down. You opened the door and the music flooded your ears, drowning out the sound of your heart beating so loudly you swore everyone could hear. But before you could take another step into the humid room, a hand grabbed your wrist and you spun round to see, Calum. You took him in, from his black boots matched with black jeans, to his yellow shirt, your favourite shirt he owned, to finally his face. His face which was made up of red cheeks from the alcohol, dark eyes that had noticeable bags underneath them, and a smirk, a smirk that says he knows your checking him out. 

“(y/n)” his voice was almost hoarse.

You couldn’t talk, you couldn’t move. This was the closest you’ve been to him in so long and his grip on your wrist felt like it was burning.

“Calum”, you said finally, internally cursing at how weak your voice sounded.

“Mike and Luke are gonna be looking for me i shoul-”

“They can wait, we need to talk”, he cut you off. 

You let him guide you to the side of the building where there were no people.

“What the fuck is going on (y/n)?”, he said harshly running a hand through his curls. He smelt of cigarettes, alcohol and cologne.

You just looked at him, hating yourself for not saying anything

“Did i do something? Are you mad at me? Why did I lose my best friend overnight (y/n)? I can’t sleep. I can barely eat. I don’t know what i did wrong (y/n)”.

His voice sounded strained and tears threatened to fall down your own face.

You shook your head.

“You didn’t do anything”,  you whisper looking at your feet.

“Then why? What happened?”, he was almost yelling.

“Because I fucking like you”, you snapped silencing him.

“I’ve liked you for years. And you don’t like me. You will never like me the way I like you. It hurt so much seeing you with different girls. And then it hurt to even be around you. I thought it would help if i didn’t talk to you. Or see you. But it didn’t help. And i don’t know what to do because it all hurts so much Calum”.

Tears were streaming down your face and for the first time since you started talking. He looked shocked.

When he didn’t say anything you walked away. He didn’t try and stop you.

*Disclaimer*

This is my first time publishing an imagine or ANYTHING from my drafts and it might not be that good, at all. I LITERALLY don't know when I wrote this. But enjoy!

Every Tuesday night, you, Calum, Luke, Ashton, Michael and Crystal would have a movie night. It was a tradition you have been successfully keeping up for a few months now.

You all took turns in hosting the night, and this week it was your turn to make your apartment - that was generously big for LA - as movie ready as possible. Technically, you lived alone, but Calum was over any chance he got, and spent more time at your apartment than he did in his own.

The boys were getting out of the studio at five o'clock and would arrive at about five thirty. At four o'clock Crystal came over and you spent the next hour or so making your living room cosy. Crystal put all the snacks on the side table, while you got every soft blanket you could carry, from your closet.

By the time the boys came over, the table was covered with sweet treats, the sofas were covered in fluffy blankets, and the room was dimly lit by the fairy lights that covered your walls like curtains.

You greeted Calum with a kiss and a hug. It felt like days since you saw him last, when in reality it had only been a few hours. As Crystal was hugging Michael, Luke and Ashton started making retching noises and found a place on the sofa. "Nuh-uh" you said standing in front of the TV, arms crosses. This earned a chorus of complaints. "You know the rule, pyjamas or sweatpants only, go change". They sulked to their bags and pulled out an almost identical pair of grey sweatpants. "Luke, change in the bathroom. Ashton change in the spare bedroom". The silence was broken by Calum clapping and hollering. You raised an eyebrow and pointed to your bedroom, "you know where your sweatpants are, Hood". Crystal gave you a high five and Michael, who looked almost afraid despite the fact that he was already wearing black sweatpants, got the drinks from your fridge. You and Crystal Didn't need to change, you both were clad in matching pyjamas, which consisted of black shorts covered in red roses and a matching black cropped Guns 'n' Roses t-shirt.

Michael and Crystal were sitting on the opposite end of the sofa to Luke and Ashton, you and calum were sitting in your favourite spot, the corner. Five minutes later, the argument of what you were going to watch first began. The options were;

The Conjuring, suggested by yourself and Luke, a movie Ashton insisted would be 'so boring'.

Spirited Away, of course suggested by Michael and Crystal, who seemed be in constant agreement with each other.

The Doors, suggested by Calum and Ashton, the whole group complained, you already seen the movie so many times.

The first movie was the most important, it was the one where everyone was awake for the whole thing. In the end you and Luke won the argument, by being the loudest and most annoying. This was a method regularly used in the group, barely using Rock, Paper, Scissors to solve a 'heated discussion'.

You decided to order a few pizzas, thinking it would be a nice surprise for the group. When you came back you looked at Ashton and Luke who looked like twins, both wearing great sweatpants, a black shirt decorated with Dorito crumbs, and dirty blonde hair.

The room was silent, the atmosphere mirroring the one in the movie, everyone was engrossed in the story, even Ashton. There was a knock on the door signalling the food had arrived. You got up the pause the movie but froze as Ashton let out a piecing scream. You slowly walked to the door paying the delivery guy. When you came back, nobody noticed the pizzas, everyone was still staring at an embarrassed Ashton in shock. Michael broke the silence by clapping quickly at the sight of food. As you handed Ashton his plate, you whispered loud enough for the whole group to hear "if you need Tampons, they're in a bag in the closet under the sink" earning a glare, the whole group erupted in laughter.

By the time the credits rolled of the last movie, which ended up being The Doors, Luke, Ashton, Crystal and Michael were fast asleep. Reluctantly you entangled yourself from calum and began to clean up the mess you made. Twenty minutes later Calum put the last plate in the cupboard and put his head on your shoulder, exhausted. You flicked on the lights to wake up your sleeping friends. After seeing everyone out the door with a hug, you and calum got ready for bed.