5sos interracial preferences ❋ imagines

[A/N: I know I haven't updated in centuries, but I didn't have any motivation lol. But I'm back, whether this gets 2 reads or a thousand. :) and i love u for sticking around to read my book <3 anyway, enjoy!]

Calum

"Calum, can we go home?" you groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear.

"Come on, Y/N, you haven't had a single drink tonight. You always love it when we party."

Scoffing, you pushed his hands off of you and rolled your eyes, walking through the bodies of dancing people to get to the nearest exit.

"Y/N!" he called after you, sliding through the crowded dance floor to get to you.

When he caught up to you, he grabbed your wrist. "What's your deal?"

"What's my deal? Really, Calum?" you snapped at him over the loud music. "What's your deal?"

"You're acting different."

You ignored his comment and walked outside of the obnoxious club. He followed closely behind you, still wearing the confused expression he had when you walked away from him when you were inside.

He tried to touch you, but you moved away from him in annoyance. "Don't touch me, you asshole."

"What?—"

"I said don't touch me." you growled.

"Y/N, seriously, what's wrong with you?" his voice a little louder this time.

You leant against the brick wall, letting out a stressful sigh. How you were going to get these two words out of your mouth was one thing that you for sure didn't know. You had known this little secret of yours for about a month now, so you hadn't been quite honest with Calum lately. But you knew that you couldn't run from this forever, because in a few months, he'd eventually put the pieces together and find out on his own. You sighed again.

"I'm pregnant."

You could see his tall, blurry figure in the corner of your eyes. His hands laid stiffly to the sides of his black button up shirt and black skinny jeans and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. You knew this was bad.

"Y/N..." he started. "I have.... I have—"

"A girlfriend," you finished for him. "I know."

You had heard that many times whenever you got carried away and started thinking about your future with Calum. He had always reminded you that you two were just a casual thing, and nothing more. He had a girlfriend and he didn't want your relationship with him to be known. Thinking of it now made your blood boil.

"And you know what Calum? This is all your fault!" you instantly raged out, getting off the brick wall to get closer to him. "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend until the second month that I thought we were dating!"

"Oh, don't you dare blame this all on me! You were at fault too!—"

"Oh really? What was I supposed to do? I got these feelings for you and thinking that we had something really special, and then you go on and tell me that we should just be friends with benefits! How stupid can you be? Honestly!" your voice began to crack as your vision blurred because of the tears building up in both of your eyes.

"Y/N, you had your chance to turn me down! When you found out that I had a girlfriend, you could've just left! But no, you decided to stay!"

You broke down and began crying against the outside walls of the club again. How could you have been so stupid? You knew that everything Calum was saying was right.

He stopped yelling at you when he noticed you sobbing on the concrete ground.

"And the fact that I actually thought I was falling in love with you." you added. "It's just not fair. I want you but I can't have you and it's not fair."

He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you, you melted into his arms and sobbed into his chest. For a few minutes, he just let you snug into him on the solid sidewalk outside of the club and he was silent. His back was leant against the wall as he tried his hardest not to break because of all the newfound stress and pressure he was under.

"Y/N... if I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone?" he whispered as you rested your head on his chest, your ear listening to his heart beat.

You nodded, sniffing and wiping your eyes.

His heart was beating slow a first, but now, it was beating so uncontrollably fast and you could just hear it. It was as if he had just got done running a marathon all the way from start to finish.

"Me and... my 'girlfriend' aren't really together." he began, and you instantly looked up at him with your red eyes. "It's all for the public and I hate it. I'm not allowed to even be seen with any other girls other than her or it'll mess everything up. If I don't do it, I can jeopardize our band, so that's why I did it."

You just listened to his breathing and his heartbeat and every little word he was saying. You focused on how he held you so securely in his arms, just so that you could feel safe; like he wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Every little detail in this very moment was jumbled up inside your brain.

"So you really do love me?" you replied faintly.

"Baby, look at me," he said calmly, his thumb lifting your chin up. "I love you with all my heart. And I swear, when this is all over, I'm making you mine. And that's a promise."

"...And our baby," you began to ramble, "do you want me to get rid of it—?"

"No no nooo, Y/N," he shook is head. "we're keeping it. This is our child that we made together. I'll be here for you everyday until the baby is born... and even after that. I'll pay for anything you need me to pay for, I'll be at every checkup, I'll watch him or her if you need a break, you name it, Y/N. You're not gonna be alone."

That made you smile and it warmed your heart. He made you forget about all the worries that were shooting through your head just a few minutes ago. Everything was going to be alright with Calum Hood by your side.

And that's a promise.

Luke

You had been feeling down in the dumps and a little nauseous for the past week. It was so bad that Luke, your loving boyfriend, had taken time off from the studio just to stay and take care of you.

"It's fine. You need to work. I'm not gonna be the reason that your album gets delayed just because I'm feeling a little off," you'd tell him.

But he was stubborn as a mule. There was no way that he was going to leave your side until you felt better.

"No, Y/N. An album can wait. You can barely go to the kitchen and make yourself something to eat. You even said so yourself that you feel tired all the time. So no, I'm not leaving until my little radiant sunshine is back shining again," he replied as if he were your parent, "and no more junk food."

He took the jar of pickles and the tub of ice cream away from you and you began to pout. He replaced your unhealthy snacks with a warm bowl of soup.

"Eat this. It'll make you feel better," he ordered, fixing the blanket around your fragile frame that was slowly falling off.

"For the last time Luke, I don't want soup. I don't have a fever, or strep throat, or whatever disease you think I have."

You both were stubborn and defiant and getting one of you to listen to the other was quite difficult at times. He wanted things his way and you wanted things your way.

"Okay, then what's wrong with you?" he sighed out of frustration, rubbing his tired and baggy eyes.

"You should get some sleep."

"Don't change the subject, Y/N," his tired voice croaking again as he slid under the covers next to you. "What's wrong with you?"

You began to twiddle your thumbs and stare nervously at your hands. You didn't know how you were gonna say it. You knew your next few words were gonna impact the relationship you had with Luke for better or worse.

"So... I've missed a few periods." you said almost inaudibly.

Lukes tired eyes began to widen. "You're kidding,"

"Not even in the slightest bit." you sighed.

Before he could reply, you hunched over the trashcan on the floor next to the bed and threw up everything that you had just eaten in over the past two hours. Luke rubbed your back, wincing every time you grunted.

When you stopped, you went to clean yourself up as Luke carefully disposed of your trashcan full of vomit and cleaned himself up as well.

"Okay, that was just gross." He cringed, walking back into the room.

"Well, I couldn't help it." you chuckled lightly, then your smile fading again. "Luke... you never told me how you felt about me being... pregnant."

"Oh, well before I was rudely interrupted by your vomiting," he joked, "I was going to say that I'm happy to be a dad. Especially with you."

"But the fans? Your career? What about all of that stuff?" you asked unconfidently.

"That doesn't matter, Y/N. The guys will be ecstatic when they find out you're pregnant, and the fans love you... at least the ninety-eight percent does," he laughed. "and I don't know where you heard that having a baby, a natural way of reproducing the human race, will ruin your career—but it's wrong. It might even make our careers better for all we know."

He smiled at you, and sat down on the bed next to you. His hand found yours, and he squeezed it a few times for assurance.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered, and his other hand reached over and landed right on your belly, "and I love you too."

It warmed your heart to see that Luke was so happy with you being pregnant. He didn't care about anyone not being happy for the both of you; he loved you and he was ready to be a dad, and that was all that mattered.

"I love you too, Luke."

And from that moment on, you knew he was going to be someone you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

Michael

"You what?!" your boyfriend of two years shouted at you, flipping a table and letting all the glass that was on it shatter to pieces on the hardwood floor.

"I said... I had a one night stand with my friend Michael six months ago. We were both drunk and I... I don't think the baby is yours, Y/BF/N." you flinched as his face grew red and he threw his beer can across the room, the glass breaking like the rest and the remains of the beer sliding down the beige walls.

He stomped over to you, hitting you over and over.

"How dare you cheat on me and then lie to my face and say that the baby is mine six months later! What's wrong with you?!" he screamed at you, beating you in your face.

You weren't the kind of woman to let a man beat you, so you fought back. You kicked him right between the legs, making him roll off you, screaming in agonizing pain. You ran to your room and packed some things, and called Michael to pick you up.

"Hey, Y/N—"

"Michael! I need you to come pick me up! Now!" You fretted.

"Why? What's wrong?" He sounded worried.

"No time! I'll tell you later, just please hurry!"

You ran back out into the living room, only to see that your boyfriend was no longer lying on the ground. He wasn't even in the room!

"Where the hell did he go?" you whispered to yourself.

You looked around and you couldn't see him anywhere. It was making you extremely uncomfortable.

That's when a large hand cupped your mouth and you knew who it was.

"So, Y/N, since when did you become such a slut?" your boyfriend growled in your ear. "Sleeping around with your 'friend' wasn't such a smart idea, huh? I knew all along that piece of shit was crushing on you. He probably spiked your drink at whatever party you two both went to—oh I think it was his album release party! Yeah! Or... you could've lied to me again like you always do and you were probably at his house. I told you to stay away from him! He was bad news! But you didn't listen! You told me that you were pregnant with my baby! Mine! Now you're telling me it's not my baby anymore? Now you know that's no fair, Y/N."

He felt your tears falling onto the hand that he was using to keep your mouth shut.

"Oh... now you want to cry? Well, it's too late for that, you bitch! Imagine how I feel! YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE A COMPLETE FOOL!" he yelled. "I told my family and friends that I was going to be a dad and now I feel humiliated because the baby isn't even fucking mine!"

His voice began to crack and you could tell that he was really hurt.

"I've even been saving up for buying you a ring so we can get married! While you were sleeping, I sized your ring finger! Hell, I even went to go buy the ring today! And all of that for nothing! You don't even care! You never cared for me! I loved you with every fiber in my being and now all of that is taken away from me!" it finally broke him to the point where he was crying.

His grip loosened and he let you go.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." you tried your best to calm him down.

"Sorry isn't going to make up for anything that you've done. And neither are my apologies." he grumbled.

"What are you sorry for?"

"Not being good enough for you. Not being good enough to be the father of the unborn child inside you."

Your heart sank into your stomach as those very words fell out of his mouth. You didn't know what to say, but you felt extremely guilty for all the pain you caused him.

Suddenly, the door bursted open and Michael stood in the doorway, out of breath.

"Michael!" you sighed in relief, running into his arms. Michael pulled you close to his body, giving you a protective hug.

When you two parted, his eyes shifted to your boyfriend that was sitting sorrowfully on the couch, and Michael clenched his fist. His eyes darkened as he looked at the dark purple bruises that were forming on your brown cheek.

"He's drunk. Let it go, Michael..." you said calmly, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"No, Y/N. He hurt you. I'm not just letting that go." He gently walked past you and over to your boyfriend.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why the hell are you putting a hand on, Y/N? She's pregnant you fucking bastard!" He yelled at him.

"Yeah," Y/BF/N looked up at him as he remained seated on the couch, "but the baby isn't mine."

"What do you mean the baby isn't yours?" Michael scoffed.

"It's yours. Don't try to act all naive. You know it's yours! You took advantage of her and now your baby is inside her!" Y/BF/N stood up, yelling in Michael's face.

"I would never take advantage of Y/N! We were both drunk that night! Neither of us intended for it to happen!" Michael fired back. "Plus, you're just assuming that the baby is mine because you don't want to take responsibility for it!"

"No. I'm not," he replied. "ask her yourself."

Michael turned around, his eyes full of unanswered questions. He was silently pleading for you to answer him.

"Y/N, is this true?"

"Uh... Michael, can we just leave—?"

"Not until I get an answer." he cut you off before you could change the subject.

You twiddled with your thumbs, your eyes welling with tears. You didn't want to be put in this position at the moment, but you did have to handle the problem at hand. "It's true, Michael. The baby is yours."

Michael's face grew red, and as seconds passed, he looked just as angry as he had looked earlier. His fists were clenched white again and he had turned around to face your boyfriend again. That's when he began to attack Y/BF/N, punching him repetitively, screaming at him.

"Don't you ever touch her again while she's pregnant with my baby!" he yelled at him.

You ran over, trying to pry Michael off of Y/BF/N.
"Stop it! Let's just go!" you shouted.

You ended up losing your grip on Michael, resulting in you falling on your back. You felt a sharp pain in your stomach.  You knew you had made a big mistake and you just prayed and hoped that the baby was okay.

Michael and Y/BF/N had stopped fighting after they heard you fall on the ground, holding your stomach as you winced in pain.

They both ran to your side and carried you outside of your spacious apartment to Michael's car. You were surprised that they weren't arguing the whole way to the parking lot.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N—" Y/BF/N slurred his words.

"Just hang in there, Y/N. We're gonna get you to a hospital." Michael interrupted your drunk boyfriend.

You were feeling a ton of mixed emotions. You lied down on the back seat, watching as Michael entered into the driver's seat and Y/BF/N sat in the passenger's. You held onto your baby bump, the baby bump that your own unborn son was cradled inside, and shut your eyes.

I hope he's okay. I hope everything turns out okay.

Ashton

"Momma..." your four-year old daughter called out for you.

"Yes, baby?" you smiled.

"I wanna listen to daddy's CD!" she begged.

You kept your eyes on the road, and sighed. When you got to a stop sign, you quickly pulled the 5 Seconds of Summer CD from the glove department and inserted it into the CD slot. You put on her favorite song, "Disconnected", and let her sing and dance in her car seat.

You watched her in the panoramic rearview mirror, as she sang every word she knew. She pretended to play the drums with her two hands, and it warmed your heart at the sight.

She's just like him.

You pulled into the driveway of the store you were going to buy groceries from, and parked in a parking spot near the entrance. When you got out of your mini van, you walked around and unbuckled your daughter out of her car seat. The two of you walked hand-in-hand inside of the grocery store.

"I'm just gonna get a couple of things in here okay, Y/D/N?" you told her as you two walked inside. "You remember our little rule?"

"Yes. No separating from mama. I know," she repeated effortlessly since she had gotten so used to repeating the rule you two had made.

"Good, Y/D/N." you squeezed her tiny hand twice for assurance. "If you stay by my side the whole time, I'll get you any candy or toy you want."

Y/D/N's face beamed with joy as you said those very words. That was always the trick to getting her to fully obey your rule. You knew that if she knew she was going to get some reward out of it, she'd follow without hesitation.

You walked into the makeup area with Y/D/N clasped to the side of your olive jacket. You squatted down to look at all of the different options of makeup.

"I honestly don't even know why I shop here for makeup," you laughed lightly to yourself. "maybe because I have a kid and don't have time to spend a bunch of money on makeup from the mall."

You glanced at a few eyeshadow palettes and mascaras, not knowing which one to choose. You eventually moved onto the lipsticks, and eventually found a dark red that you liked. After that, you grabbed a few packs of false eyelashes and an eyelash curler.

"Yep, I definitely need another one of these." you mumbled to yourself. "Y/D/N was playing with my other eyelash curler last time and lost it so I..."

You stopped mid sentence and realized that your daughter had been a little bit too quiet as you browsed around in the aisle. You whipped your head to the left of you, then the right, and realized that Y/D/N was gone.

"Y/D/N?" you called out, but you didn't get an answer.

That's when you dropped everything and ran around, looking for her and calling her name. You could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest. Your breathing became uneven and you could feel tears stinging their way to the surface of your eyes.

"Y/D/N?!" you shouted.

You were running full speed when you bumped into a tall frame; it was a guy of course, and from the collision of you two, you stumbled backwards.

"I'm so sorry!" you fretted, not even looking him in the face because you were too busy trying to run past, but the guy grabbed your arm and stopped you.

"Y/N, are you alright?"

You looked at the stranger (or so you thought) in shock. After you made eye contact with him, you new exactly who he was.

"Ashton...?" you said in disbelief.

"Yes. How have you been, Y/N? I've missed you so much!" He pulled you into a quick hug.

"Great. But I don't have time to catch up right now," your voice trembled as you turned and ran down another aisle in search of Y/D/N.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" Ashton inquired as he followed swiftly behind you. "What are you looking for?"

"My daughter."

He fell silent and the tension in the air grew between you. He must've been hurt when he thought of you being with someone else.

"So... you're with someone else, Y/N?" He asked in a sad tone.

"I'll explain everything later. I just need to find her."

"Fine. Then I'm helping." he replied sternly. "What's her name?"

"Y/D/N."

You both ran and looked around for Y/D/N, calling her name and asking strangers if they had seen her. Unfortunately, everyone had shaken their heads no. You were about to give up when you heard her distant giggle from the toy aisle.

"Y/D/N!" you called out, running right into the girls toy section with Ashton following close behind.

There she stood, playing around with the toys that were set out as a demo. You ran over to her and scooped her into your arms, holding her tight to your body.

"Baby, you broke our rule! You had me worried!" you muffled into her curly hair. "Don't ever do that again!"

"I'm sorry, mama." she apologized shamefully. "I just wanted to look at the toys,"

"It's okay... just... just don't do that again, okay?"

She nodded and you sat her on your hip. You didn't realize that Ashton was still standing there when you were finished talking to Y/D/N, but you just knew this was about to be trouble.

"So this is the Y/D/N we were looking so desperately for?" he smiled as he walked closer to you and Y/D/N. Abruptly, his smile faded when he took a long look at Y/D/N. He noticed a lot of similar features on her that belonged to him. His eyes met yours quickly, and they looked like they were burning with fire. Y/D/N stared at Ashton as she chewed on her fingers. She finally recognized from the album cover of the CD in your car that it was him; that it was her dad that she had never gotten to meet. She stayed silent though because she saw how unhappy he looked in the current moment.

"Y/N?" he asked lowly, "Is this... is this my daughter?"

You were stuck. You didn't know what to say. You had told your daughter that her dad lived far away in another part of the world where you and her couldn't live and be with him. You had told these lies because you didn't want Ashton to drop everything that he had been working for at the time for you. You were both teenagers at the time and extremely young . He wouldn't have known how to take care of a child, so you didn't want to put that pressure on him. Things were going so well with their band that you just knew that if you had told him, he'd have to abandon his band and everything he had worked so hard to achieve. It was a selfish decision, and you regretted every bit of it. But you thought that if you just left Ashton, you wouldn't have to tell him anything. You never knew it'd all come out like this though.

"Yes, Ashton. She's your daughter." you replied, feeling completely embarrassed.

"How old is she?"

"Four."

He stood there, his face suddenly red, and his mouth agape. He reached out for Y/D/N, and you gently handed her over to him. He sat her on his side and studied everything about her.

"She's beautiful." he whispered, taking a few strands of her dark curly hair between his fingers. She smiled at him, and eventually said a few words to him.

"Daddy!" she beamed. "You play the drums!"

He turned and looked at you. "So, she knows about me... and you think I didn't deserve the right to know about her?"

You could tell that Ashton was really frustrated that you hadn't told him about his daughter. He was trying to stay as calm as possible in front of her, but you just knew, that he had so many questions.

"Ashton, I'll explain everything later."

"When's later? Another four years from now?" He fired back distastefully.

"No, of course not!"

"Well it seems like it! You think this is just something you hide from someone, Y/N? I've already missed four whole years of her life!"

Y/D/N brought her hands up to her ears to cover them, a terrified look smeared across her face. Ashton quickly picked up on it, and calmed down.

"I'm sorry, Y/D/N. We weren't trying to scare you," he cooed.

"Do you and mommy... hate each other?"

"No," you and Ashton replied at the same time.

"We just, uh," he glared at you quickly before turning back to Y/D/N with adoring eyes, "have a lot to catch up on."

You gently facepalmed yourself. There was so much you had to tell Ashton and he'd be furious by the time you had told him everything.

But watching him talk and giggle with Y/D/N right in front of you made you feel a whole lot better. Her smile was so similar to his; even her eyes lit up the way his did. There was just so much about her that resembled him, even her personality.

She's just like him... and I love it.