5SOS Imagines

Calum - Song Imagine 'Cocoon' by Catfish And The Bottlemen

Words in italics are the lyrics!

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I remember when we swapped names and I thought maybe you'd stay and try to out-drink me. Your friends, all hated it!

"I'm going to go get another drink." You shout to your friend over the thundering music. She nods in acknowledgment, turning back to her other friends who came along.

You slide out from the booth, maneuvering your way through the rowdy crowd as you make your way to the bar, shaking your head at the few people who decided to practically dry hump you in the middle of the dance floor. You quickly grab a stool, and place your drink order, fiddling with the ring on your thumb while you wait.

"You're too pretty to be sitting all by yourself." A deep voice states from beside you. Your eyes quickly look up, meeting a pair of eyes that resemble the soil on the forest floor after a summer rain, a dark skinned boy with slightly curly hair observing you carefully with a smirk plastered across his handsome face, his pearly white teeth practically lighting the dimly lit club. "It's not polite to stare, princess." The stranger chuckles, taking a sip of his beer.

"I-I wasn't staring." You stammer, a crimson blush rising to your cheeks.

"Sure looked like it." He observes, watching as you fiddle with your ring some more, taking another sip of his beer.

You open your mouth to speak, but are cut off by the bartender.

"That'll be $7.50."

"I've got it." The stranger states, throwing a ten dollar bill down and telling the bar tender to keep the change.

"You didn't have to do that. I'll gladly pay you back." You reach into your wallet to pull out your money when the raven haired boy gently lays his hand on your wrist; you raise your eyes to meet his gaze.

"My treat. But the least you can do is tell me your name, princess." He smiles, taking a swig of his drink.

"I'm Y/N, and you are?"

"Calum"

"Well, thank you for the drink, Calum." You smile, lifting your drink to your lips, licking the excess sugar off your lips as you place your glass back on the countertop.

"My pleasure, Y/N. Usually I'd never waste money on such a fufu drink, but for such a beautiful lady I can spare it this once."

"What's the fun in drinking if you can't at least have a little sugar?" You tease, taking another sip of your fruity drink.

"I prefer my sugar afterwards." He winks suggestively.

You roll your eyes, scoffing quietly at his obvious flirtations.

"My brother always told me the guys who just drink the plain old beer are the ones to avoid, because they can't handle anything harsher." You observe, shrugging your shoulders lightly.

A small grin forms on your lips as you notice his eyebrows furrow from your comment. Your taunting obviously working on the dark haired boy.

"Not true." He grumbles, finishing the last sip of his beer before waving the bartender over. "Two glasses of your harshest whiskey, please." He orders, turning his attention back to you. "Care to make a wager on that theory, princess?"

You raise an eyebrow, setting your drink down, crossing your arms across your chest. "What's the wager?"

"When I win then you have to give me your number and a date." He smirks, grabbing the drinks from the bartender as he places one in front of you and one in front of himself.