5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Book two]

#14 Football

Ash: You and Ashton had three amazing kids that you loved to the end of the universe and back. Your oldest, Gramham, just turned 16 and has been playing football, almost since he could walk, it all started when the boys were fooling around before a show, playing some footie and the ball went flying. Graham ran on his chubby three year old legs to retrieve the ball and after some persauding he finally kicked the ball back, after that moment he hasn't stopped kicking the ball around once. With uncle Calum teaching him almost everything he knew, he was quite the star by seven, when he started playing for his local club.

But today wasn't about Graham, nor was it about your daughter, Isabella. It was about your youngest son, Christian. Today was his first ever football game and your whole family, the lads and their families would all be there to support him and Calum and Luke's youngests too, of course.

Little Christian had woken up at 6 and had gotten ready, waiting for you to come make him his pancakes. After breakfast Graham helped him put on his mini shin pads and togs, he was all ready.

It felt amazing to see your 16- and 7 year old sons bonding over football, there would be countless days where they would be playing in the back yard, untill you had to call them for dinner. Your sons team ended up drawing with the other team and to say you were proud was an understatement, your baby scored the first goal!

Cal: So as probably the whole population of planet Earth knows, Calum Hood is a huge fan of Liverpool. So with you being quite the fan of Manchester United, things tend to get interesting between the two of you. Today was the quarter finals: Liverpool vs Manchester and Cal, you and the rest of the lads qould be watching it together. Calum sat on the end of the couch, Liverpool beenie pulled over his messy locks, while you sat on the oppisite end of the sofa, Manchester jumper, wrapped tightly around your small frame. "Manchester are getting their asses kicked" Calum decided to pipe up. You were about to make a sarcastic reply when the telly was flicked on by Ashton, probably tired of your playful, yet constant, bickering.

The game soon started, the players running on to the field and the boys taking their seats between the two of you, almost on top of each other, as usual. By the time half time came around the score was tied at 2-each and you were biting your nails, waiting to see who would come out victorious, or rather, who would win the $20 bet you and Cal made before the game.

The game left all five of you on the edge of your seats, waiting to see who would win, and make it to the semi finals. Manchester scored in the last few minutes of the game, causing you to jump up and start cheering. The game soon after ended, Man U winning 3-2, causing you to do a victory dance and Calum to grumble under his breath abour how it was only one point.

"Hand it over Hood" you said, placing a hand on your hip and standing in front of your defeated boyfriend. "Fine" he muttered, pulling a $20 out of his signature black skinny jeans and handing it over. "Love you" you said kissing his cheek and taking the $20, skipping happily off into the kitchen.

Lukey: You were quite the football player, playing for your regional team, and even nasional team a few times. You, unfortunately, had recently had a bad knee injury, leaving on crutches for 3 weeks and out for a whole season, you were absolutely gutted, but thanks to your amazing boyfriend, Luke you made it to full recovery and today would be your first day back at training.

Only your coach knew you were coming, so it was a surprise to your teammates when you walked onto the field. All of them dropping what they were doing to nearly tackle you onto the ground - They had missed you, but you probably missed them even more. It felt amazing to be back and you could see Luke waiting with a few of the other boyfriends and family members for you to finish up.

You were taking things easy, just starting to get back in the mode. About halfway through you felt like you were dying, damn practise was hard, when you haven't done fitness in nearly 6 months. You finished though, feeling more alive than ever. When practise ended you walked over to Luke and he wrapped his arm around your waist, handing you your bottle of water. Y

ou where still trying to catch your breath from the finishing laps so you made Luke carry you to the car. You jumped onto his back "Onward my trusty steed!" you exclaimed, making Luke, aswell as all your teammates burst out laughing, "Yeah, we definitely missed that sence of humor" Your best friend said, hugging you while still on Luke's back before jogging off.

Mikey: Another lazy day in the Clifford and Y/L/N houshold, the both of you sleeping in till 1pm, ordering pizza and cuddling in bed. You were currently deeply engrossed in the pages of 'Paper Towns' by your favourite author, John Green and Mikey slipped away to go to his, most likely number one, his X-box.

You stalked downstairs to refill your cup of tea, only to find Michael in quite the heated game of Fifa. After being with the dork who is Michael Gordon Clifford, you have learned quite a bit about video games and could easily beat any other lad at it.

Out of the corner of your eye you coould see Michael start chewing on his bottom lip, something he did when he got nervous. You put down your book and headed over to Mikey, taking the game controller out of his hands and taking a seat right next to him, he didn't even protest, he was used to you randomly start playing his game for him. You quickly scored two goals against the other team, making it seem so effortless.

Michael nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume,you had sprayed on the previous day. Mikey started kissing down your shoulder, not in a seductive way or anything, more in an loving and cute way. The game ended, "Winner" flashing all over the screen as you smiled triumphantly, pleased with the results.

You ended up winning 5-2. You wrapped you tightly in his arms, pulling you against him and back against the coach, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence. Michael kissed the spot just below your ear before pulling away. "Pizza?" he asked. "Pizza." you confirmed.

In case you guys didn't notice it football like soccer not football like football xx

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