5sos imagines

You go shopping

"Yeah, babe. She's real. Baby Hemmings is real." I chuckled.

"Yeah." He laughed.

"Come on, let's buy your daughter some stuff." I smiled.

Michael

Michael and I walked into the shop and I grabbed a trolley.

"Okay, only the essentials, no snacks." I spoke.

"Aww, but babe, we need crisps." He chuckled.

"No, we don't." I sighed.

"Fine." He muttered as we started to walk around the shop. I walked around, picking up the occasional item.

"Babe, do you still like-." I turned around to see that Michael wasn't behind me anymore.

"Oh my god." I sighed as I started to look for him.

"Michael?" I called out. Nothing.

"God, Michael." I sighed.

"I'm here, babe." I looked up to see him walking towards me with his arms filled with snacks, crisps and chocolate.

"Oh, my god." I sighed as he dumped it all into the trolley.

"Didn't I say no snacks?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I want snacks." He shrugged.

"Fucks sake, it's like I have a two-year-old son, not a twenty-year-old boyfriend." I chuckled.

"You know you love me really." He smiled as he kissed my cheek.

"You're lucky I do." I returned.

Ashton

We walked into IKEA and looked around.

"Babe, do we need a basket?" Ashton asked.

"We're going to need a trolley." I chuckled.

"Alright." He smiled. I looped my arm around Ashton's as he pushed the trolley through the shop.

"Is there anything specific we need?" he asked.

"A new bed." I spoke.

"Ooh, babe, I'm liking where this is going." He smirked, making me playfully smacking his arm.

"Ow." He chuckled.

"Ash, we've had that bed for, like, six years." I sighed.

"Okay, I admit, it's time for a new bed." He nodded. We continued to walk around, looking at the different furniture. After a while, we got to the bed department.

"Which style do you want?" I asked.

"I don't know. I mean, our one is pretty, but I kind of want a modern one, with shelves and storage in the headboard and shit." He shrugged.

"I agree, I was thinking the same thing." I nodded.

"What about this one?" he asked, pointing to a white bed.

"Sure, I like it." I spoke.

"I'm going to test the comfiness." he smirked.

"No, baby, don't-." I sighed as Ashton slumped down on the bed.

"Yup, this is the one." He chuckled.

Michael

Michael and I walked into the shop and looked around.

"What do we need?" he asked, grabbing a trolley.

"I don't know, I can't find my shopping list." I sighed, rummaging through my bag.

"Um...was it on a small piece of lined paper?" he asked. I looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah, that got used to write a song." He chuckled sheepishly.

"Oh well. It's gone to a better cause." I chuckled.

"I guess we're winging the shopping today." He grinned, starting to push the trolley. I walked through the aisles, quickly losing Michael.

"Every damn time." I mumbled, not being able to see him. I looked through the aisles, trying to find food and Michael.

"Ah." I smiled, picking up a tub of ice cream.

"Excuse me, ma'am, is this man with you?" I turned my head to see Michael stood there, smiling at me sheepishly as he was stood next to a security guard.

"What has he done now?" I sighed.

"He was involved in a nerf gun fight with a group of kids." The security guard muttered with a straight face. My lips quivered as I tried to refrain from laughing.

"Did he win?" I joked.

"Ma'am, he was messing about with products that he wasn't intending on buying, that's not allowed." The guard scoffed.

"Yeah, she gets it, I'm sorry, whatever." Michael chuckled as he walked towards me. The security guard rolled his eyes before walking away.

"You're ridiculous." I chuckled.

"I know." He smiled, pecking my lips.

Calum

Calum and I walked along the street, hand in hand.

"So, where to first?" he asked, looking down at me.

"How about Victoria's Secret? I need some more underwear." I spoke.

"As much as I love that idea, I wanted to go here first." He smiled, pulling me along to the window of the jewellers.

"Why?" I chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin against my shoulder as we looked at the jewellery.

"Well, I'm sure you've not forgotten that our four-year-anniversary is coming up." He spoke.

"I am aware of this." I nodded.

"I wanted to do something special and I need your measurements." He said.

"For what?" I chuckled. He pointed to a ring in the window.

"You see that one?" he asked. My eyes widened slightly.

"The engagement ring one?" I spoke quietly. He nodded and kissed my shoulder. I turned around in his arms.

"Yes." I smiled. He returned it before kissing me passionately.

"Let's go get it, then." He smiled, kissing me again before pulling me into the jewellers.