5sos imagines

You're art school students (Calum and Luke)

Calum

I sat in the living room of the apartment, the paintbrush in my hand as I gently dabbed paint onto the canvas. I sighed as I heard the front door open.

"I'm home." Calum spoke as he shut the door.

"Hey, babe." I smiled, glancing at him over my shoulder. He returned it as he walked towards me. I turned back to the painting and smiled as I soon felt Calum's hands on my shoulders. I sighed in bliss as I felt him kiss up and down my neck before resting his chin on my shoulder.

"That for class?" he asked, kissing my cheek and behind my ear.

"No. I just felt like painting a new piece for the bedroom." I shrugged.

"And that is just one of the reasons I love you." He chuckled before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

"How was your class?" I asked as he started to open the cupboards.

"It was alright. Learnt how to make Cajun Seafood pasta, but Luke somehow managed to burn the scallops." He chuckled.

"How the hell did he do that?" I laughed.

"I don't have a clue. I put him in charge of the seafood, which is kind of essential to the dish, I turn around to make the sauce and before I know it, the fire alarms are going off." He chuckled, shaking his head as he started to cut food up.

"Oh dear. Well, I'm sure it still tasted amazing." I spoke. He shrugged as he walked towards me again.

"It was okay. The next time I make it, it'll be made without burnt scallops." He laughed as he bent down beside me again and looked at the painting.

"I can't wait to fuck you underneath that painting." He whispered, nipping at my earlobe.

"Calum!" I gasped, playfully smacking his arm as he laughed.

Luke

I sat in the music room, my fingers dancing over the violin strings as I drove the bow across them. I closed my eyes, sinking into the music. I opened my eyes again and smiled as the door opened and Luke walked in. He smiled at me, raising the coffee cups before taking his bag off and sitting down. I stopped playing and put the bow down.

"Hey, babe." I smiled, pecking my lips as I sat next to him.

"Hey. I brought you coffee." He spoke.

"Thank you, I love you." I sighed, taking a sip.

"Uh huh." He chuckled, picking his guitar up.

"So, I have a preposition for you." He spoke, looking at me.

"Okay." I nodded.

"As you know, the boys and I are recording our second album," he started.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"And we want to have an orchestral sound to this album. There's a song that Calum sings, where there's a big violin part, and we want you to do it." He admitted. My eyes widened.

"Babe, are you sure? I'm not even that good-."

"No, you're amazing. You've been playing since you were five, we're twenty-three, babe. You're so good at it, and the boys and I all agreed that you're perfect for the job." He shrugged.

"Oh, Luke. Wow, yes, okay, I'll play in your album." I smiled. He returned it before kissing me.