5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

7- Before He Leaves

ASHTON: He inhales. He exhales. He pauses. A deep, peaceful breathing pattern telling you the love of your life is asleep before the movie was even halfway through. You giggled, grabbing the remote from your nightstand, carefully as to not wake up the drummer who fell asleep with his head on your stomach.

Soft snores escaped his parted lips and your fingers gently ran through his curly hair. Your eyes traced the outline of his body under the covers, memorizing it. You took in his scent, trying to remember it without the help of the shirt you were inevitably going to take from his suitcase. You mentally photographed this moment to make sure you never forgot it.

He was leaving in the morning hours for a distant leg of the tour. He was at your fingertips and you already missed him.

"Y/N?" Ashton mutters. You're not sure if he's asleep or barely awake.

"Mmhmm?"

"I love you, baby."

"I love you more," you smiled, using your other hand to wipe the tears from your eyes before they fell.

MICHAEL: "The fans are never gonna see this one coming!" he says, sitting on the stool before your vanity with shoulders wrapped in hair-dyed towels.

"I'm serious about the bald cap, Mikey, it would scare the crap out of all of them."

"Or make them laugh hysterically in a fit of 'I told you so's..." he retorted, crossing his arms and glaring at you through the mirror.

"I'm only kidding, Clifford," you giggle, kissing his cheek quickly before continuing to color his Australian locks.

"My God, if only I could take your giggle with me on tour."

"Why just my giggle?" You pretended to pout--a trick you learned from Calum.

"It's cute and hot at the same time. And one of my favorite things about you."

"Gimme your phone, and when I tell you too, say something stupid." He watched you in the mirror press buttons on his phone.

When you nodded, he immediately asked "how stupid is stupid enough?" and you completely lost it. Passing him his phone back after you calmed down and pressed more buttons, you got out your own phone and called him, your laugh his new favorite ringtone.

CALUM: "YOU'RE THE ONE SEEING ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS IN THE WORLD, CALUM, SINGING ABOUT YOUR ENGLISH LOVE AFFAIR AND MRS. ALL-AMERICAN, WHILE I EAT BEN AND JERRY'S ON THE COUCH WAITING FOR YOU TO COME THROUGH THE DAMN DOOR!" you yelled back, red-faced and heart racing.

Calum stood there, hands balled into pale fists and face completely dumbfounded.

"You're not going to say anything?" You asked, voice much calmer. "Not, 'I'm sorry, I trust you and you can trust me'?"

He still didn't say anything, so you stormed passed him and ran up the stairs to your shared bedroom, slamming the door and curling up under the covers in a crying mess.

You had almost cried yourself to sleep when the knob jiggled and the door creaked open. The bed dipped, and warm lips pressed against the back of your shoulder. "Y/N, I don't want to leave for tour tomorrow wondering if you hate me or love me. You don't have to talk, I just need you to know some things. I love you, and I get jealous that even your co-workers get to see you as often as they do. You can have anybody, why stay with me?"

You rolled over, moulding perfectly with his body. "I could never hate you, Cal. I'm too much in love with you. I need you, and I don't really tell you this, but I wonder why you stay with me, too."

"I need you too, Y/N."

LUKE: You and your boyfriend's hands were locked together and resting in the center console of your car. "We Are The Waiting" by Green Day humming softly through the speakers, the only sound between the two of you. After he parked in front of the airport, he got his suitcase out of the trunk and rolled it with one arm, you holding the other.

After check-in, security and all that jazz, y'all met up with the other boys and waited in the plastic chairs outside the terminal. You sat in Luke's lap, his arms holding you in place and your head resting in the crook of his neck. Neither of you were crying, but you both had sad, red faces.

"Flight 182, now boarding."

"That's us," Michael said, monotonously.

You stood up, Luke following and capturing you in a hug. The tears fell freely from both of your eyes. Ashton's hand rested on your shoulder and Calum's on Luke's.

"I love you so much," he said, voice catching.

"Please don't go," you sobbed.

"I don't want to, but I have to. I'll call you when we land, princess." He reluctantly pulled away from you, following his bandmates down the terminal.

Your legs felt weak as you watched Luke walk away from you. You sat down in the plastic chair he once occupied, eyes on the plane as you waited for it to take off. Suddenly, you felt a vibration in your pocket: <I forgot to tell you, check under your pillow when you get home!>

Waiting was a plane ticket to Paris, taking off a month from then.

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*have fun in Japan, 5SOS!*