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Ashton
Concentrated on your eyeliner, you don’t notice Ashton enter your bathroom. “How do you do that without poking your eye?” He asks suddenly. You jump, noticing him laughing in the mirror, you playfully glare at him before returning to your makeup to curl your eyelashes.”That looks like a death trap!” He says as he walks closer. You feel his face as close to yours as possible without touching and release your eyelashes from the “death trap” to look at him. “Sorry,” he mumbles. You couldn’t help laughing as you turn back to the mirror to finish your other eye. “It just looks so painful,” Ashton whispers, “Are you sure you’re doing that right?” You sigh audibly and he apologizes again. “I’ve done this every day for years, Ash,” you reply, “I think I know how.” He nods and replies, “Well, I guess I shouldn’t mess with perfection,” before kissing your cheek gently and exiting. You smile to yourself and your cheek heats up where his lips just were.
Michael
“Babe, we’re gonna be late,” Michael sighs, entering the bathroom. “I’m almost done,” You reply without looking up from the mirror. You hear Michael sigh behind you. “I just need to fix my eye shadow and add eyeliner and mascara and a little lip stick and oh I almost forgot bronzer and -” “Y/N,” Michael interrupts with a low chuckle, “You don’t need all of that. It’s just gonna be you and me anyway, and I think you’re beautiful without all that stuff.” He wraps his arms around your waist and you smile as he nestles his chin in the crook of your shoulder.”I love you,” you sigh in contentment. “I love you, too,” Michael replies, turning you and kissing you, “But we really need to go,” he whispers into the kiss and you laugh.
Luke
Luke sits up on the counter watching you curiously as you pull out your makeup bag. “What’s up?” You ask, glancing up at him. “Can I try?” He asks you eagerly. “Try what?” You reply, scrunching your face in confusion. “Makeup! Can I do your makeup?” He clarifies, hopping off the counter. “Oh sure!” You laugh, grabbing your makeup and moving to your bedroom. You take a seat on the bedroom floor and dump your makeup out in front of you. Luke sits cross legged in fronto f you and rubs his hands together eagerly. “Don’t get anything on the carpet,” you warn. Luke rolls his eyes and assures you he won’t. “Shut your eyes,” he commands. “Okay,” you hear Luke murmur as you feel his hands rub something on your face. “That, er, that looks right,” he says to himself, sounding unsure. “You could use a brush,” you mutter. “Sh! No hints!” Luke protests. “This has got to be blush!” Luke says positively, now using a small brush to rub something in circles on your cheeks. “Time for eye shadow!” He announces briskly. “Eye shadow brush,” he mutters to himself. “Oh I’ll just use my finger.” His finger wipes across first your right eyelid and then your left. “This is definitely eyeliner,” he says confidently. He attempts to line your eye, but based on him cursing under his breath you assume he isn’t doing too well. “I’ll just, er, that should come off,” he mutters, wiping at your eyelid with his finger. “Um, ya! Much better! You look great so far!” He tries to assure you, causing you to giggle. “Hold still!” He whines. “Lipstick, well, I’ll just use this again,” he says to himself. You feel his finger rub something powdery across your lips and you laugh. “You made me get it on your teeth!” He whines. You laugh louder. He kisses you but pulls away. “That does not taste like lipstick,” he mutters.
Calum
“Doesn’t that feel weird?” Calum asks as you carefully apply mascara. “Wanna try it?” You invite. “Oh uh, nah,” Calum replies, stepping away. “You should! Please Cal? Let me do your makeup!” You beg. “I don’t know,” Calum hesitates. “Then,” You begin, stepping toward him, “You can do something-” you step closer again, your lips grazing his ear, “to me.” Calum gulps, but nods. You smile and grab your makeup, instructing Calum to sit. “Shut your eyes,” you tell him. Despite his whining and squirming, you manage to apply eye shadow and liner. “It looks great,” you giggle. “Can we be done now?” Calum whined. “Yeah it’s done!” You say, clapping your hands. Calum looked in the mirror and groaned, “I look like a drag queen. How do I get it off?” You laughed, and removed the makeup. “Much better,” Calum said, relieved. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice lower than usual. He grabs your hips, pulling you toward him. “Oh the things I’ll do to you,” he whispers in your ear, causing you to shiver.
