5sos imagines

Struggling artists *part 3*

Calum (Struggling photographer)

I sat in the kitchen, eating the pancakes that I had made as I sifted through the mail. Suddenly, Calum rushed into the room.

"Babe, you're never going to believe what's happened." He beamed as he grabbed the laptop and logged in.

"Give me three guesses." I joked. He quickly got up a page and showed me the screen.

"You recognise that photo?" he asked excitedly. I looked at the screen.

"Of course, that's the one you took of me last month." I nodded.

"Okay, good. Now, read the caption." He spoke. I looked at him before looking at the screen.

"This photo, named "The Sleeping Goddess", taken by Calum T Hood, has gotten him nominated for best young photographer of the year..." I read aloud.

"No fucking way." I smiled as I looked at him. He nodded, his smile getting bigger by the second.

"You did it!" I squealed as I stood up and jumped into his arms. He laughed as he spun me around.

"We did it." He spoke, putting me down and kissing me passionately.

"This is amazing! This is my big shot." He grinned excitedly.

"I'm so proud of you!" I laughed before kissing him again. I broke the kiss and grabbed my bag.

"Come on, we're going shopping for outfits to wear for the ceremony." I giggled.

"Okay." Calum laughed.

Luke (Struggling artist)

"Where are we going?" I asked as Luke drove us along a road that I didn't recognise.

"I want to show you something." He spoke.

"Just hurry up." I chuckled. Soon enough, we pulled up in front of an art gallery. I got out of the car and joined hands with Luke.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"Baby, if you ask me that once more, I'm not going to show you." He chuckled.

"Fine." I huffed. Suddenly, his hands covered my eyes.

"Luke." I whined.

"I know, baby, just one second. And open." He moved his hands. My eyes widened at what I saw. Luke's painting of me was part of the exhibit. I turned around to see Luke smiling his ass off at me.

"Oh, my god, babe!" I squealed as I hugged him.

"I made it." He whispered. I pulled away and passionately kissed him.

"I have one more surprise for you." He smiled as he got down on one knee.

"Oh my..." I smiled.

"Y/N, baby, will you marry me?" he asked.

"Yes, Luke." I laughed. He smiled as he stood up and slid the ring onto my finger.

"I love you." He spoke, kissing me.

"I love you too." I smiled.

Michael (Struggling musician)

"Babe, come on, we're going to be late!" Michael yelled from the car.

"Coming!" I responded as I ran out, putting my last earring in as I climbed into the car.

"Your mum knows we're coming, right?" I checked as he started to drive.

"No, we're showing up uninvited." He joked. I chuckled as he turned on the radio.

"What happened to all of your CDs?" I asked.

"They're all in the glove compartment." He shrugged.

"So, why are you putting on the radio?" I questioned.

"Because I want you to hear something." He spoke as he suddenly stopped.

"Michael, why have we stopped?" I asked, very confused and slightly worried.

"Babe, just stop asking questions and trust me." He chuckled.

"And now, we've got a new song for our listeners, this is "Her" by Michael Clifford." The radio sounded. My eyes widened as I looked at him, making him smile at me.

"Are you kidding?" I asked. He shook his head.

"When were you planning on telling me?!" I smiled excitedly.

"I wanted to tell you, but then my producer said that it would be on the radio, so I decided to tell you that way." He spoke.

"Oh, my god, I'm so proud of you!" I squealed, leaning forward and hugging him.

"Thanks, baby." He smiled before kissing me.

Ashton (Struggling writer)

I opened my eyes to see Ashton's side of the bed empty, telling me that he was already awake. I yawned as I walked down the stairs and picked up the mail before sifting through it. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I picked up a letter from Ashton's publisher. I quickly skimmed my eyes over the letter and my eyes widened. I turned around to see Ashton grinning at me.

"Surprise." He smiled. I squealed as I ran to him and he engulfed me in a hug.

"You did it! Your book is being published!" I laughed.

"I was going tell you over dinner tonight, but I guess you know now." He chuckled.

"Aww, baby, I'm sorry for ruining your surprise." I sighed.

"No, it's okay. But, I do have one more surprise." He spoke.

"Go on." I encouraged.

"Because I'm getting my book published, soon we're going to have enough money to have the wedding this year." He smiled.

"Oh, my god." I laughed before kissing him passionately, him smiling into it as he held my face.