#PREFERENCES

#BAD HABIT

BAD HABBIT - THE KOOKS

CALUM:

'Oh man, oh man, oh man.
You know I wish I had it all'

He stares blankly at her, as she walks right past him. He let her slip out of his hands, again, Calum ran his fingers through his hair as his jaw began to tense. How did he think to bring you here? He's forgotten that he's known these three guys for most of his life, why did he think it would be a good idea to bring you to a club exposed to not only the boys but to the other perverts in here? All he wanted to do was hold you close, but he's forgotten that every man craves for another. He watches on, one, two, three shots down as Michael furrows his brows,

"Mate, settle it down" he warns but Calum just shoves it off.

"Why the fuck hasn't she noticed me yet?" He asks angrily, watching you sit between Ash and one his friends.

"You can't have everything" Michael says and pats Calum on the back. "There are so many other girls out tonight" he tries to cheer him up but nothing worked, her only craved her.

"No" he says in his hands, drinking in her figure. Why didn't he tell her last night? Or the other? He had many opportunities and he knew it himself, he was just too selfish to admit it. "What does Ash have? She said she didn't even like him when she heard about him" he says jealously.

But he leans forward, towards the table. "You know I wish I had it all" he mutters under his breath, you catch his eyes and smile over, completely oblivious to the fact that Calum's suffering from all the male attention. He watches on as one of Ash's friends hand glides up your knee. And he's had it, every time he plans something out with you it always ends up like this, you, getting captivating others attention while he struggles to even look away from you. It's a bad habit, a habit where he can't stop himself.

MIKEY:

' Baby got her head down,
Baby trying to stand out in the crowd '

Michael's eyes scanned her eyes, once, twice and three times but she wouldn't give anything away. His hands skimmed down her cheeks and down to the base of her neck, she was perfect to him and it literally killed him whenever she doubted his words. He never wants to hear her doubt his words, never.

"You look so beautiful, I just wish I could make you understand" he whispers into her ear as they pull up to the red carpet.

Her heart beat quickens and Michael tells the driver to wait, he grabs her hands and leans in closely. "I don't want to go" she whispers lightly, he finds her eyes again and see fear, it's her first time on the red carpets with Michael.

"Baby, I'll be here with you" he holds up there Intwined hands and continues, "And I promise I won't let go of your hand, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on" he says with honesty and filled with love, something she believes in. Her smile finally comes back and he steps out of the car, waiting for her to come out, he extends his hands and already paparazzi were engulfing them. She takes his hand softly and steps out slowly, her slit raising to her upper thigh, Michael's eyes widen and he thinks. Maybe he isn't ready to share her yet, but it's too late, she steps out with her head low.

Michael kept his promise as he held tight to her grip, tighter when the boys arrived, walking behind her. He definitely wasn't ready to share her with others, she was his and he was hers. No one else's.

ASH:

' Oh look at you, walking up and down the hall.
I say please, stay with me '

"Fuck you, Ash" she says angrily, another shirt flying towards him.

His heat beat increases and his breathing became slower, this was it, his worst fear. He couldn't watch you leave, he couldn't let you leave. He runs his fingers through his curly locks and try to compromise a plan, to make you stay with him. "I'm sorry" his voice barely audible to hers, all she wanted to do was talk about his late night with the boys and how she's loosing him, but yet he pulled off another night with the boys leaving her hanging again. He couldn't talk to her, everything he's been trying to say coming out the wrong way and there isn't a reason why he couldn't talk to her.

He watches her walk up and down the hall, in and out of the bathroom. This was it, she was really leaving him because he wouldn't talk.

Ash runs to the doorframe of there shared room to find her sitting on the wooden floor, crying, something he never wanted her to do or to ever be the cause of it. He walks over to her slowly, cautiously coming closer to her, and then he sits.

"Please" he begins, finding his voice as she stares up at him with questions eyes, "You can throw my shirts, pants, anything, throw anything at me. Y/N please, stay with me" his voice braking as he begs her.

She scans his eyes and bites her lip as she stares in front of her, he's a complete mess. Her hands slowly made there way to his chin then to cheeks, caressing him. Her gesture convincing him that he's was only a step away to get her to stay. "Why won't you talk to me?" She says softly and she pulls away, her cheeks tear stained.

Everything he ever wanted to say wouldn't process and make it's way out of his mouth, his way of communicating was different to the way she expresses herself and she understood that. She understands Ash more than he can ever understand himself, but there's only a part that she's trying to find. Something she's been searching for, for so long but he wouldn't deliver. Everything else for her was easy, but she couldn't figure this one out. She raises to her feet, and dragged herself out of that place, she looked back and her last glimpse of Ash was him sitting down on the ground, with his hands fisting his hair.

LUKE:

'You gotta let go, come with me.
Looking for a stranger, looking for a stranger to love'

She stratus away from him with a little smirk playing on her lips, he's been here for her for almost three years. Every week she would walk up to his door, and force him to come out with her. And every night he would be alone. Going out with her and then coming home with no one, whereas she always finds someone to take her home, looking for a stranger to love. Luke watches her dance her way on the floor as multiple men approach her, this only made him angry, three years to tell her and he could never talk himself up to do it.

But he still watches her as the burning scotch runs down his throat, Luke watches her wave her hand towards him, gesturing him to go dance with her. He instantly gets to his feet and jogs over towards her, this is something he wouldn't say no to. Not that he's ever said no to her anyway, he was also never good at dancing. So she takes his hands and takes the lead, swaying and jumping in time with the beat.

His eyes drink in her figure and his hands grasp her hips, she giggles and that's his favourite thing to hear.

"Finally" she says aloud and giggles again.

Luke's eyes searched around the room to see another guy trying to get her attention, no, no not this time. His hands reach for her hands and he pulls, "Come with me" he says in a husky tone, something she's never heard before. She completely freezes and he stares into her eyes, "now" he demands and she's hypnotised.