5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

10- Eavesdropping

ASHTON: "You've raised such a sweet boy, Anne," you told Ms. Irwin as you helped her wash up the dinner dishes. Ashton was on break from tour, so you all gathered at his mom's home.

"Thank you," she smiled, "and he found a sweet girl."

A slight blush hinted on your cheeks. "Why don't I finish the dishes so you can have some time with him before his tour starts back up?" She wasn't too sure at first, but agreed after you insisted it was no big deal.

"Ash, when are you and Y/N getting married?" Lauren asked. She was beside her brothers and mother on the couch as they watched the movie Harry picked out.

"Hopefully soon," he said. You could imagine the smile on his face. "I just have to get her to say yes when I pop the question.

Your heart fluttered. Ashton Fletcher Irwin, the love of your life, wanted to marry you. "When are you going to do that?" Lauren asked the same question you were wondering.

"Before I leave for tour or right after I get back," he said. Your excitement grew inside you.

"Do you have a ring?"

"Yes."

"Do it now."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Wow, sassy. But, I guess there's no better time than now," he laughed awkwardly, calling for you. Ashton grabbed your hands that you dried on a towel before leaving the kitchen. "Y/N, this worked for Alex, so I'm going to try it. You complete my dream. My family loves you, my band loves you, but most importantly I love you. I know you're faithful, but someone as beautiful as you can break some hearts without trying, so I'd feel better making sure I keep you mine."

Before he dropped to his knee, you smiled. "Yes!"

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask!"

"I heard you in the kitchen, babe," you smiled.

"Can I at least ask you so we can tell everyone I asked you?" You laughed, nodding in tears. "Y/Full/N, will you marry me?"

"Yes."

MICHAEL: You left the room with your laptop on and Facebook pulled up, grabbing your car keys and heading out to meet your boss for lunch. Meanwhile, your boyfriend, Michael, came out of the shower with one towel hanging on his hips and the other in his hands to dry his hair quicker. Throwing everything on but a shirt, he finally acknowledged the ping! from your computer. He knew he shouldn't have looked, but curiosity got the best of him.

His eyes skimmed over the conversation. "I don't want my boyfriend to find out," one of them said. "You're good at what you do, Y/N, so I think we can consider it," another bubble said. Michael tried so hard not to jump to conclusions, but he couldn't wait to ask until you got home.

"Sorry, sir, I really have to take this," you told your boss, balling your napkin up and walking outside the cafe. "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"There's a note on the kitchen table beside the sandwich I made you; I'm out for lunch with my boss, why?"

"What didn't you want to tell me?"

"What?"

"Your Facebook messages said you had stuff you didn't want to tell me. But now, you should tell me."

"Why did you snoop through my messages? Do you not trust me?"

"They kept making noise and I got curious. If you really aren't going to tell me, I'll have to make an assumption and call it off."

"You think I'm cheating on you," you said, defeated. After the long pause where you got no response, you sighed and explained: "Michael, I was asking him for a raise. I work really hard and felt I deserved it. You already don't like that I'm working and insist that you can make our living, but the media would call me a mooch or a user, and if something were to happen where we didn't work out I'd have nothing to fall back on. I love you and appreciate your kindness, but I don't want to rely on you for things I'm capable of." You paused to take a long breath. "Cheating is cliché and pathetic. I can't believe you thought I'd stoop that low."

CALUM: Luke, Michael, and Ashton sat hushed as Calum hummed the lyrics to a new song he'd written that weekend with the guys from All Time Low. You listened from the top of the basement stairwell, holding a tray with drinks for the hardworking musicians. His voice was low, the words were soft, and you listened closer.

The last chord of the song was held out on Calum's favorite bass and you could picture his hopeful expression. "Well...do you think she'll like it?"

"Y/N loves everything about you," Ashton said. "Anything you do can make her swoon."

"It's really good, dude. When are we going to record it?" Michael asked.

"I don't know. She's marked on the calender how many days until our anniversary; I think I'll play it for her then."

"We'll help you with that, Cal. We'll play with you and give her the whole experience," Luke promised.

Calum began saying something as you started and finished your decent down the stairs. "Afternoon, Aussies. I brought refreshments," you sang, pretending you didn't hear anything.

Calum's face changed from nervous to terrified disappointment. "You heard everything, didn't you?"

"No," you lied, but the extreme disappointment on his face broke your heart. "Yes, but if it matters, I can't wait to hear the whole thing put together." You placed the tray on the table before sitting down close to Calum. Finding his hand, you played with his fingers as you continued to talk, "And what Ashton said was true, I do love everything about you. I'll pretend to be surprised when you play it for me!"

"Maybe try and forget it before our anniversary."

"Does it sound bad if I say I'm already on it?" You asked and Calum kissed you quickly before shooing you out of the basement.

LUKE: "He doesn't love me anymore, Y/Friend's/N, I can tell," you quietly sobbed into the phone to your best friend. "And I don't know what I'm to do when he breaks up with me. Do I cry, do I pretend it's okay, how am I supposed to react?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Maybe try and talk to him?" Your friend suggested.

"I would, but he's--"

He knocked on the closed bedroom door.

"Hey, sorry, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later." The pads of your thumbs traced the delicate skin under your eyes and you attempted confidence. "Come in!"

"Y/N, are you alright?" He asked, sitting beside you on the bed. He didn't hold out his arms for you.

Your body twitched, wishing he could have offered you the comfort you desperately needed. "Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

"Nervous," he admitted. "I've done some questionable things and I'm trying to erase them."

"Oh," you said, defeated, "I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be sorry; I should. I've been neglecting you and I didn't realize you didn't think I loved you anymore.

"You heard that?" You asked, trembling.

"Yeah, sorry. But you mean everything to me, princess, everything. You always remind me how important I am to you with the cheesy 'Roses are Red' poems you leave for me everywhere or waking up extra early in the morning to make me breakfast before recording sessions at the studio and I leave you with no reminders at all--less so now that when we first got together."

"Luke, I don't need all those things to know you love me. I just need you," you replied, crying.

His arms slipped around your body in its vulnerable state, wrapping you tight in his hold. "The day I stop loving you is the day I lose everything."

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*probably one of my favorites that I've written so far. I'm quite proud of this one!*