5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

13- Drunk Confessions

*I got this theme idea on my actual birthday when I was driving and I wrote Ashton's that night. After writing Ashton's, I figured this one would be really long. And I'm quite proud of it. Happy Easter for those who celebrate it (sorry this isn't more Easter-y) and Happy Lucky Number Thirteen Preference for those who don't celebrate Easter!*

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ASHTON: 3am, and you rolled over in the comfort of your lonely bed to grab your phone ringing on your nightstand, sliding the green "answer" button and letting out a raspy "hello?"

"Y/N," your ex-boyfriend, Ashton, said from the other end of the phone. He sniffled.

"Ashton? Are you okay?"

"I need you, Y/N. I'm drunk, and everybody's left me and I can't find the keys to my car and it's going to start--dammit, it's raining."

"Where are you?" you asked, sliding out of bed and putting a zip-up hoodie on over your oversized night t-shirt. "Ashton, you have to tell me where you are, please. I can't help you if I don't know." You stuffed your foot into the slippers just a size too small you kept by your bedside and grabbed your keys. It broke your heart as you sat in the front seat of your car listening to the sad sounds escaping past the lips of one you once loved.

"The bar downtown. You know, the one you pass to get to work everyday?" His voice shook with the words he spoke and you could feel the pieces of your heart sink.

"You remember that?" You mumbled more to yourself. Then you remembered you were on the phone with him. "Hang tight, Ash. I'll be there in a little bit," you said, and it was true. It wasn't long before you found him sitting on the curb, hair in loose waves from the rain pouring and head resting in calloused hands. "Ashton, I have a blanket in the backseat."

He opened the door to the back seat, wrapped the tired blanket around his shoulders and sat in the front seat, looking more pitiful now than he ever did when the two of you were together. "I miss you so much, Y/N, and I never stopped loving you."

"Ashton, you're only saying that because you're drunk."

"And that's how you know it's true. I have so many numbers saved in my phone, and I dialed yours because I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. You loved me once, too, Y/N, I remember you saying it. And had I told you before that those sweatpants make you look more fit than usual and you're absolutely beautiful when you're hair is in the side braid you sometimes pull it into before you go to bed, I wouldn't be drunk and telling you I love you. You don't have to say it back, but--"

"I never stopped loving you, either."

MICHAEL: You were extremely excited when Michael asked you, his best friend, to be his plus-one at Alex and Lisa's wedding. However, you were slightly disappointed when you discovered it was mostly because you were nominated to be Designated Driver back to the hotel in Baltimore. You didn't drink much anyways, but you still wanted the summer-sweet taste of a strawberry daiquiri to dance amongst your taste-buds. Well, you still could, but in your mind, that was beside the point.

Michael stumbled back over to the table you were sitting at and took a sip of a random drink that was on it. He looked at you right as the last song on the three hour reception playlist faded out. "Hey Y/N," he slurred.

"On a scale of one to wasted, how drunk are you?"

"Solid seven."

"Liar," you teased. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Solid seven."

"Two," you said before laughing. "C'mon, Mike, let's get you to the car and head back to the hotel."