5sos Imagines

Ashton

"Ash?" You scan the area and see no one around. Where is everyone? Usually Michael would be on the couch eating potato chips and drinking soda and Luke would be in the kitchen doing who knows what and Calum being the omniscient person he his could be doing the same as Luke. Ashton would be complaining to Michael about the mess. I scrunch my brows when I see the place spotless with no one here. The lights where still off and I had stuff to do. I huffed, hugging tight onto the big bag of groceries I had in my arms. Literally. I could barely see above the bread that was poking out. Once I see the counter, I place the items onto it and open up the fridge seeing the lights greet me instantly. I take out the groceries and stock the fridge back up. I close the door and turn back to the bag to put the rest of the items into the pantry. I throw the bag away and walk back into the living room.

"Where is he." I murmur deciding it'd be best to check the rooms. But to my luck found nothing.

I take my phone out and find Ashton's number. I click on contact and hear it ring. I jump when I hear it go off in the house, I walk over to where the noise was coming from to find it under the couch. I end the call and place his phone into my pocket with mine once I've ended the call.

"Really Ash," I mutter to myself feeling impatient. Maybe he's not here.. I haven't checked one place. And it was the garage. When I open the door I see his truck and scrunch my brows up even more. I storm back into the house, frustrated by the fact that I couldn't find a tall Australian boy. When I turn the corner I scream. Ashton jumped out from around the corner with this stupid kangaroo mask on. I held onto my chest feeling my heart accelerate.

"Are you okay?" He asks

"No I'm not okay! You scared the shit out of me! Why are you wearing that thing around!" I said holding onto my chest.

"Michael thought it looked cool." I face palm myself and exhaled.

"I'm taking a nap."

"No no no no no no!" He rushed out taking my wrist to stop me. He gives me a smirk showing his dimples and I give him a questioning look.

"What?"

"Let me make it up to you." He said and I furrow my brows again.

I cross my arms over my chest and tilt my head to the side. "How?"

I scream when he picks me up bridal style and walks us to the room. "I could think of a few things."