How You Meet

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Luke- You were walking through the streets on a Saturday. It was the only day you had off from school and work. You always took your Saturday's seriously which meant no distractions from family, friends, or strangers. That was saved for Friday's or Sunday's.

You were so busy looking at your phone that you weren't paying attention to what was in front of you. Which is probably why you didn't see the tall blonde boy. And you landed on the sidewalk.

"I am so sorry! Are you alright? I am such a jerk. Here let me get you another coffee." The boy rambled.

Only then did you remember you had had a drink. You stood up and looked into a pair of icy blue eyes. Your stomach leapt and filled itself with butterflies.

Luke grabbed your hand and walked back to the coffee place. He payed for two and sat down. He apologized profusely and promised he would make it up to you.

Maybe you were willing to sacrifice your Saturday's for this boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.
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Calum-You were never one to go to parties. It just wasn't your scene. You'd much rather enjoy a night alone at your house than listen to loud music and drink like there was no tomorrow. But, your best friend insisted.

"Come on! It'll be fun! And I promise I won't leave you alone all night!" She assured you.

Well, she lied. She left you to go flirt with some of the other boys who had shown up. So here you were alone being a wallflower.

"Hi. What's your name?" A voice asked.

"No." You weren't about to get flirted with.

"Well, hi No. My names Calum. Pleasure to meet you." The guy responded.

It was so cheesy that you surprised yourself by laughing. You turned and saw a boy with brown hair and blonde fringe. His cheeks were turned up into a smile.

"I noticed that your friend ditched you. And I'm guessing this isn't really your style. I can take you home if you'd like? And I totally meant your actual home not like I'd take you home and we'd---" Calum rambled.

"Done. Let's go," You grabbed his hand and followed him to his car.

Little did you know that he was not who you thought he was. In a good way.
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Michael-You were sitting in a booth enjoying your meal when a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey I'd tell you your beautiful but, I'm sure you already knew that. Do you have a jersey? Because I need your name and number."

You turned around and saw a boy with blue hair looking at you. And he had just used a pick up line on you.

"I'm y/n. And you are?" You questioned with a smile.

"Michael. You forgot something, babe." He told you.

"And what's that?" You asked.

"I need your number."

So you wrote it down on a napkin and gave it to him. You packed up your food and took it to go. As you were walking, your phone chimed.

Unknown number: Hey. You have beautiful eyes you know.

You: Thanks, Michael.

You got to know a lot about the boy with blue hair simply by acquiring his number.
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Ashton-You were front row at a 5 Seconds of Summer concert. You had gotten tickets for a Christmas present. And you couldn't be happier.

"Cuz good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught!" They finished.

"Thank you so much guys! And you girl in the front row with a gorgeous smile and the black sweater should stop being so distracting! I'm trying to play!" Ashton announced in his mic.

Your heart sped up. Ashton Fletcher Irwin was distracted by you. And he was staring at you.

You blushed and couldn't keep your eyes off of him the entire time. So when you had to leave it was almost heartbreaking.

"Hey. You dropped something." A voice called to you when you were the last one in the parking lot.

You turned around and were met face to face with Ashton. Your stomach flipped. Your face grew hot.

"Thanks." You said taking the piece of paper.

Before you could say anything else he was gone. You opened the piece of paper and froze. You stopped breathing.

"Give me a call? -Ash x"

You couldn't give up such an opportunity. So you pulled out your phone and programmed his number into it. And you called.

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