The Wonderful Book Of Imagines

Guy YOU want 1

A/N: so I know that some of you might have seen the tittle and are like: wat. Well little lady, I'm here to tell you that you can picture this with WHOEVER YOU WANT. Yeah, I know, that's fucking awesome ;) I originally pictured it with Michael Clifford but I didn't think you guys would have wanted another 5SOS imagine :P Sorry I'm so enactive (is that how you write that?? Is it even a word??) but I have a pretty good excuse: I have the hardest semester right now out of the 2 classes (Melissa being in the other one and even if they have the easy semester, they have a lot of work as well...) and the teachers gave us like 5 projects at the same time and urg. Anyways, I might not be on before Christmas break because my class decided (I was part of that decision) that we'd take all of the science projects and art projects before so we won't have to worry about it for exams. Brilliant I know. I'll probs end up in tears.... I doubt you guys even read this but if you did, I love you and you are perfect and fuck the negativity that people tell you. They've never been so wrong and you're perfect in your own way. :) - Mel xx 

Songs can often bring you back places, they remind you of people. Sometimes those memories are happy but sometimes they end up being sad, heartbreaking, gut wrenching. Well most songs do that to me these days. They hold such good memories that they break my heart since the person I was with hasn't spoken to me in months.

It all started when he announced that he was leaving for London to record and that afterwards, his band would be touring relentlessly for the rest of the year. We both know that I wouldn't be able to cme and visit him and he would'nt have time off work to come and see me. We both decided that it was better to break it off and each start a new chapter of our lives.

But I had a problem. I was stuck on a page of that chapter and I didn't want to finish it.

Time passed by, the only news I got from him was from the tabloids, gushing about his band's success and the fact that they were so popular. What kept me sane watching all these shows was when the commentors would mention that he was still single and that he seemed down since our break up.

Months passed by and I had difficulties getting out of my apartment. Of course my friends tried to help me, taking me out to clubs, trying to forget him but it was hopless. I was stuck on that one page. That one paragraph. That one line. That one word. I was stuck on him.

I think they finally got that I'd have to cure myself over time and that taking me out wouldn't do anything. Sometimes they'd still offer me to tag along to the club but they already knew that the answer would be the same. Maybe next time. Isn't that weird? Maybe next time. Next time. How am I to know that there will be a 'next time'? For all I know they might not invite me, they might give up.

 They were quite surprised when I agreed to get out of my apartment to go to a New Year's party. I had to prove to myself that I could do it. I could forget him.  I got dressed up, met my friends, got to the party and even laughed. A real laugh, one that raked my ribs, that hurt my stomach, a laugh that brought tears to my eyes. I smiled a true smile for the first time since we broke up. It felt good.

There was only one problem that kept my happiness in check. Today would have been our anniversary.

We had been friends ever since high school and we had recently both been accpeted to college. Two different colleges. We still hung out from time to time but it was hard with our schedules. What I loved the most from those times we hung out was that we would have so much fun just playing video games, we would laugh so hard at lame jokes, we had the best of times. At that moment, I had fallen for him pretty hard. I wasn't sure if he felt the same since sometimes his gerstures would show me he did but then they could show the exact opposite. We both attended a New Years party, very much like this one, when it happened. I remember it perfectly, I was standing against the wall, a drink in my hand, watching people dancing, taking a break from being social and enjoying myself. He joined me and we started to talk but the music was so loud that we went outside on the patio so we could hear each other. We talked about everything and anything when he got serious.