Ashton:
"Ashton." You groaned. "How many times do I have to tell you to whipe the seat? You can't just leave your piss all over the seat. It's disgusting, and it freaks me out! First it was the not putting the seat down situation, now this? Reall, Ash? Really?"
"I forgot. I'll remember next time." He muttered, barely paying much attention to you.
"You always say that!" You raised your voice. He finally looked up at you, and smirked. "Don't smirk at me!" You snapped.
"You're cute when you're mad." He laughed, poking your cheek and making you smile.
Calum:
"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia. And forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you. And the memories I never can escape. Cause I'm not fine at all!" You shouted the lyrics along to the song as you washed the dishes. You waited for the next song to come on, when you felt Calum wrap his arms around your waist from behind.
"You're so cute when you sing along to our songs." He smiled, kissing your forehead.
Luke:
You blew your nose into yet another tissue, adding to your collection. You were sitting in a sea of used tissues. You were in bed sick with the flu all day while Luke took care of you.
"Here's your hot chocolate, babe." He announced as he entered the room. You sneezed before taking the hot beverage from him. You took a sip, then sneezed once again, scrunching your nose in disgust when you shot a snot rocket. "You're so cute when you're sick." He chuckled.
Michael:
"...and then we go to Italy." He finished explaining.
"Wait, isn't Italy in South America?" You asked.
"No. It's in Europe isn't it?" He asked, and you frowned. That didn't sound right to you.
"Huh? That doesn't sound right."
"You're so cute when you're confused." He laughed. "You're geography is terrible, babe. It's in Europe, not South America."
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