5sos Imagines

Valentine's Day: Ashton

There wasn’t one day throughout the whole year that you hated as much as Valentine’s Day. It was stupid, and as much as you disliked it because everyone else got cards and you’d never received one in your whole life, you just thought that it was ridiculous. Surely if you loved someone, you’d show them every day, not just on a stupid holiday, right? 

When you get to school, you walk over to your locker, pull it open and a small white envelope falls out. You bend down to pick it up, and when you turn it over, you see “Y/N” scrawled across it neatly. You’re confused as you open it up, and find a small card with “Happy Valentine’s Day” written across the top. When you open it, written inside is, 

‘Dear Y/N,

Happy Valentine’s Day

Love A. x.’

A? Who could A be? Just as you’re trying to figure it out, your best friend appears from behind you and grabs it out of your hands, “Who’s A?” 

You wonder for a second. Adam from your art class? Aaron from your math class? 

“Ashton!” She suddenly squeals and you give her a look that says ‘you must be joking’. 

“What? Oh come on, don’t give me that look. Everyone’s been saying that he likes you!”

“He’s the most popular guy in school, he’s gorgeous, clever, funny, everything that I’m not.” You put your head down.

“Quit putting yourself down! Look, just go and see him, ask him if he knows anything about it. I’m sure he’ll admit it if you ask him…” 

You sigh and give in, knowing that she’ll just keep going on at you if you don’t. 

In your next lesson, you take your usual seat next to Ashton, and whilst the teacher is talking, you nudge him. He turns to look at you and you swallow hard at how beautiful his eyes are.

“Meet me outside in a minute. Say I’ve been sick or something.” He simply nods and you get up, kicking your chair back and clutching your mouth, making a dramatic exit. 

You watch as he gets up and explains to the teacher, before leaving the classroom to come and meet you.

“So, why did you want me to meet you?” 

“I wanted to ask you a question…” He waits for you to ask it but you can’t find the right words. 

“And what’s that then?” 

“It’s just that I got a card earlier, and it said A, and I wondered if it was you. It’s probably not and I’m stupid for asking, but I just didn’t know anyone else who knew which locker was mine so I guessed and-”

You start rambling but he cuts you off, “Y/N calm down. Yes it was me.” 

“But why? Why me?”

He suddenly gets embarrassed, “Because there’s just something about you. You’re different, and special. And I really like you…” 

His face is flamed bright red now and you reach up and put your arms around his neck, and he rests his forehead on yours, staring straight at you, making your heart beat ten times faster. 

“Quit getting so embarrassed. Even though it’s cute,” You giggle and he smiles, “I like you too.”

He presses his lips on yours, moving his hand down to your waist, pulling you in closer. When you both eventually pull away, he says, “So, do you wanna go on a date then?”

You smirk, “Of course.”