5sos Fluff

He upsets you

Ashton: "Ash, will you come cuddle?" You mumble, padding into the lounge of the tour bus. It's a long drive ahead until you reach the next city and all you want right now is to cuddle with your boyfriend before another day of rehearsals, interviews and a concert. Luke chuckles at your messy appearance before following your gaze toward Ashton who's currently busy looking at the TV where Calum and Michael are having an intense game of Fifa. "Ash?" You try again, a little quieter this time when you spot the frown on his face. If he heard you, he doesn't acknowledge it. You sigh softly, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "Dude, your girlfriend's talking to you." Luke nudges Ashton who finally lifts his gaze to look at you. He raises his eyebrows cockily, obviously waiting for you to announce your intention. "I just wanted to know if you'd come lay with me?" You mumble, not feeling as hot anymore. Usually Ashton would jump up at the chance to spend time with you and cater to your every need. "I'm spending time with the lads, Y/N. I don't want to cuddle. I'll be in when we're done here." It's unusually quiet and you realize that Michael and Calum have paused their game. You purse your lips, squirming under their gazes. "Oh, okay then. I-" Ashton looks up once again. "Are you going soon? I'm pretty sure you're blocking the TV for Luke." A lump in your throat makes an appearance immediately and you will the hot tears to stay away. It was one thing for him to talk to you like this but to embarrass you in front of his friends? With trembling movements, you make your way back toward the bunks and slip into a pair of jeans and a hoodie. When the bus stops a few minutes later for some gas, you dash past the guys and practically jump out the door. If Ashton doesn't want you there then you're not going to be there.

Calum: You watch with amusement as the four awkwardly tall boys make their way through the mass of fans. After being with Calum for over a year now, the relationship between them and their fans still amazed you. You nearly awe aloud as you spot Michael talking with a little girl. Letting your eyes trace the crowd, you smile as you finally spot your boyfriend interacting with fans as well. He's finishing up with two girls who can't be much older than thirteen when a girl walks up to him. You furrow your brows as you watch her and Calum talk. What if she suddenly decided to mob him? But no such thing happens and to your surprise, Calum takes his time with her. It has nearly been five minutes of them talking and they have yet to take a picture. Out of boredom and curiosity, you decide to walk a little closer. "-Our fans mean everything to us. You're all so supportive and beautiful, yourself included. Am I following you on twitter? Just give me your username and I'll DM you, okay?" You hear Calum say and that is enough for you to step away again, making your way toward the entrance of the venue. You stand quietly beside one of the crewmembers and even though you don't want to, you can't help but to glance over at them again. Calum is right; she is beautiful. You watch silently as she throws your head back in laughter and you can't help but feel insecure when you see the smirk of accomplishment on Calum's lips. This isn't new to you - being insecure because of the fans. You've had your fair share of crying just because of it. And Calum knows that so well. Letting out a sigh, you quickly estimate the fastest way out because you can't stand watching your boyfriend flirt with another girl anymore.

Luke: You mumble the few sentences you just read, trying your best to memorize them. Writing down a few keywords on the notebook beside you, you start reading the next paragraph. You're in the middle of the next to last sentence when music comes blaring from the bathroom. Shaking your head with a laugh, you try your best to ignore the All Time Low song so you can continue your studying. The task becomes increasingly harder when Luke starts to sing at the top of his voice. Dropping the pencil on the small desk, you turn around in the chair. You sigh with a smile playing on your lips when you see your boyfriend's clothing scattered around the hotel room. He has a lot to pack tomorrow. "Luke, babe, can you turn it down? I'm trying to read." The music is eventually turned down and you once again brace yourself for another paragraph to decrypt. Your test is in a week and you're way behind your studying which is why you use every spear minute you have to study. "Will you come out with me and the lads tonight?" Luke asks, startling you, as he puts his hands on your shoulders, massaging you softly. You shake your head, turning around to look at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, Luke. I need to study for this test. I'll come celebrate with you next time, okay?" Luke sighs, removing his hands from you and you long after his touch immediately. You frown. "You never come out with us. I wanted you to come stay with me on tour so we could spend time together! So we could have fun together and explore the cities. But ever since you got here, all you've done is study! I'm so sick of you being boring, Y/N." Swallowing the tears, you watch him in silence as he snatches up his jacket from the bed, slips on his shoes and slams the door behind him without saying goodbye.

Michael: "I don't understand why
you're mad! Stop yelling." Michael exclaims, throwing his arms into the air for emphasis. You screech out or frustration, your breath coming out in angry puffs. "I'm not the one yelling, Michael. And I'm mad because you never help out! You just leave your stuff out for me to clean. I'm your girlfriend, not your fucking maid! I need you to help out too. We bought this apartment together!" He scoffs, raising his eyebrow at you as if to see if you spoke the truth. "You mean we bought this apartment together with my money? You wouldn't even have a TV if it weren't for me! If I want to leave my clothes around then that's what I'll do? You know why? Because I paid for this fucking apartment!" You inhale shakingly, taking in his words and the furious expression on his face. It doesn't even seem like he knows what he's saying. You didn't intend for this fight to go this far, you merely wanted him to help you out on occasion. "Michael, that's not fair. We agreed-" Michael whips around to look at you and your heartbeat quickens instantly. "Just shut up and realize that I paid for everything in this apartment. I'm eighteen now and I don't want to stay home and clean the apartment with my girlfriend. I want to go out and have fun for fuck's sake! Now be a good little bitch and leave me alone." You don't need any more encouragement and dash toward the front door, completely forgetting about the fact that you're running barefoot. Salty tears are already traveling down your flushed cheeks as you run. You have absolutely no idea where you're going - all you know is that you want to go as far away from Michael as possible.