5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

# 34 Best Friends

Ashton: You hated everything that had to do with his girlfriend. You didn’t know why, you just did. She laughed obnoxiously, she chewed loudly, her hair-okay so her hair was flawless, but that’s not the point- everything she did bothered you. You didn’t really know why, she seemed like a nice girl that you could possibly be friends with, but that just couldn’t happen. You weren’t allowing that to happen. Ashton picked up on you distance from him and it hurt him more than he thought it should. It was like without you he felt incomplete and nothing mattered. She picked up on this eventually, and saw the pain that both of you were in and made her best move yet. She sat Ashton down with a sad smile. “You love Y/N, I’m not blind Ash, and I know she loves you more than anything else on the planet. I’ve taken you from her. We aren’t meant to be like that, friends, yes definitely, but Y/N is made for you Ashton. She’s probably crying her eyes out right now at the thought of the two of us together. Go to her and kiss her like she’s never been kissed before.” Ashton ran out her door feeling lighter, an absolute moron for not seeing earlier, but lighter and freer nonetheless. Showing up at your place he burst in never bothering to knock and took your face in his big drummer hands, crashing his lips to yours with everything in him. You were his and he was yours.

 Michael: Valentine’s Day was never that fun of a time for either of you in school and from that came your movie nights. One of you would go to the other’s house to watch whatever film you two could decide on and relax in sweatpants and gorge yourself on ice cream. It was during these nights that you’d feel something for Michael that you didn’t normally feel for him. He spoke softer while he hugged you, offering up the couch and blankets for the two of you to share. His broad shoulders seemed like the perfect retreat for your weary head. As movie nights started to happen more and more you realized that you loved Michael, but thought that he could never feel the same toward you. This brings us to now, and the two of you lying on his bed. He held you close to his chest, arms wrapped protectively around you. You focused in on the screen trying not to blush. “Y/N.” was all he murmured. You made a noise of acknowledgement. His hands traveled to yours, lacing the fingers together intricately. “Mum asked me the other day if you had a boyfriend yet, and it bothered me. I know you don’t, but it the thought of some other man touching you made me want to scream and cry and punch Luke in the face.” Your quickly angled your neck so you faced him, meeting his muted green eyes and pouty lips. “I realized that I didn’t like the idea of someone every having you other than me. I know this is terribly cliché but, I love you Y/N M/N Y/L/N.” before you could even process what was going on his lips were on yours sealing the deal.

Calum: You and Calum had one of those friendships were you guys acted like you hated each other. You two would always bicker over the smallest of things with smiles of mischief on your faces. You two were always competing to see who could out do the other and this applied to dating. You knew deep down that you loved Calum more than a best friend should, but decided to ignore that raging hormonal instincts inside you that happened whenever he was around. In place of recognizing your emotions you opted to challenge him with how many dates you both could get. Calum was an attractive guy, you a beautiful girl, so it wasn’t hard to keep the competition going. However tonight was particularly rough for Calum. He was trying to drink away the sight in front of him: you and Jack Barakat. Jack was smiling and laughing and doing all the right things in to slowly seducing you. You were leaning into him, holding onto his arm, you thought of the last time you had slept with a guy and tonight seemed like a good night to break the streak.  Everything for you was working perfectly until Jack asked to dance. Calum cut in between you offering a half ass apology to Jack, before grabbing your hips and bringing you to him. “What the hell Calum?” you screamed, not necessarily out of pure anger but the fact that the club was pounding right now. “I love you dammit! And I’m just not going to sit back and watch you go with some guy, I want to be the one to take care of you for the rest of your life.” He passionately kissed you, pulling away panting. “Took you long enough.” You smirked causing him to roll his eyes and take you home.

Luke: He was a shy guy, socially awkward to say the least. So it was understandable that he get shy around such a perfect girl, right? Every time you’d smile, or laugh, or crinkle your nose he just got to feeling all sorts of sappy and just wanted to hug you close and never let you go. However, he was not mentally strong enough to do so.  You really liked Luke and thought he liked you too, but when he never made a move you sort of lost faith, and settled into the ugly hell hole that is the friendzone. Michael, who liked to consider himself a love expert, noticed the unfortunate predicament that you two were in and decided to take matters into his own hands the old fashioned way, i.e. seven minutes heaven. Everything about the game was rigged, but it got you to alone together in a closet and a blushing mess. You sighed, almost on the verge of tears because Luke was here, right in a finger tips reach and you couldn’t do anything. “We don’t have to do anything Luke, we’re friends, and that’s fine.” You choked out biting you lip. Luke took one look at your y/e/c eyes and pressed his lips to yours. “I’d always want to do everything with you Y/N. I’m an ass for not doing this sooner, I know, but let me make up for the lost time.” You were a stuttering, sobbing, snuggling mess on Luke, because he liked you back, he loved you back, and that was something truly worth being emotional for.