PART 1 || IMAGINE Ashton is your overprotective older brother and he has never let you go out with your friends in the evening because he was concerned about your safety. but now you finally turned 18 and he allowed you to go to a club under the condition that he and his best friends joined you to look after you. you agreed because you hadn‘t seen them in a couple of years because they were at college and you desperately wanted to go clubbing. you decided on wearing your favourite black dress that was tight as the right places to accent your features. Ashton, you and your friends met Michael and Luke at the club, saying that Calum would be a bit late. you didn‘t recognise your brother‘s best friends at all: they got taller, more mature, grew facial hair and they definitely looked hotter than you could remember.
after rounds and rounds of shots, feeling the strong liquid running down your throat and warming up your stomach, you headed onto the dancefloor with your friends; Ashton, Michael and Luke staying behind at the bar. you moved your hips around to the beat of the music and sang along to the songs you knew. after a while you felt a body moving closer and closer to you until two strong hands were pressing their fingers into your hips, guiding them to move along with the body you were pressed against at. you tilted your head back and leaned against the broad chest of the person behind you, lifting your arm up until your hands ran through a bunch of curls. you managed to turn around in their grip and you gasped at the sight of the guy that was grinding his lap onto your ass just seconds ago. „Damn, you‘re hot“, the alcohol boosting your confidence. the guy shifted his hands until they found your butt, pulling you closer into his chest, feeling his hot breath tickling your neck as his lips were almost connecting with your skin. you were about to stand on your tip toes to close the gap between his lips and your neck. „Mate, what the heck are you doing to my sister!“, Ashton shoved your dancing partner away, who was looking at you confused. „Y/N?“, he asked. you froze when you heard his voice and studied his oddly familiar face more actively. „Calum?“