5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

14- Lazy Sundays

ASHTON: It was 10.54 in the morning when you woke up the first Sunday Ashton was back from tour. You smiled to yourself at the feeling of your legs beneath the blankets and tangled between his. The fan across the room was blowing, making skin unprotected by the covers cold as stone with little goosebumps rising. You snuggled closer to Ashton for more warmth, nuzzling your head into his bare chest, pressing your hand to it.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered in a raspy morning voice.

"Good morning, handsome. How'd you sleep?"

"Much better now that I have you beside me," he said, grinning into your neck as he nuzzled his face there. His arms slipped around your body tightly, pulling you as close to him as possible. "The boys just don't cuddle with me the same."

"I'd hope not," you giggled, "because there would be a chance I'd loose my cuddle bunny." You both sat in the silence for a moment, soaking up each others presence like sun rays on your skin. "Are you gonna want to do something today, Ash?"

"What time is it?"

"Almost eleven."

"Hmm... nope!" he yawned, popping the last sound. "I just want to lay in bed and admire the beauty that is my girlfriend."

"You know, if you keep telling me I'm beautiful it loses its meaning."

"If I keep telling you you're beautiful, maybe you'll finally believe it."

MICHAEL: The early spring air outside was chilly, but the heat radiating off the Wii as you and Michael played an intensely competitive game of MarioKart was extremely hot. You'd been keeping score anf going at it for hours, or since you both woke up three hours ago around lunch. Michael was racing around in a car as Bowser, but you were content on your motorcycle as Rosalina.

"Dammit Clifford!" You yelled as his red shell knocked you out of first and back to fourth.

"You know you love me, Y/Last/N!"

"I can love you and still hate you simultaneously."

"That's contradictory!"

"Congrats, Mike, you just used a big word!"

"And you just set off a big bomb!" He yelled in a moment of defeat as his first place Bowser spiralled in the air after a hit from the blue shell you got from the mystery dice.

You finished in second with him in third just in time for his cell phone to ring. As he answered, he watched your jokingly-boastful victory dance with his side vision "Hello?... oh, hey Ashton... no, I'm not coming into the studio at all today... because I'm really busy with my girlfriend... alright, fine, I swear I'll be in tomorrow... YOU TOLD ME TO SWEAR!" You heard Michael say and began a fit of laughter.

As soon as he hung up, you looked at him and said, "Michael, we're literally not doing anything at all!"

"Exactly. I'm busy doing nothing with my favorite person."

CALUM: You cracked another egg on the side of the black frying pan, prying the two pieces of shell apart to free the contents onto the heat. The egg whites sizzled on the pan while you made the eggs for breakfast just the way you and Calum liked them: dippy (or more professionally known as over easy). You hummed to yourself as you took a piece of bacon off the paper towel absorbing the grease. Eventually and unknowingly, you began singing to yourself.

"I love it when you hum my songs," Cal said, leaning in the doorway and watching from there as you gently danced to the music from your earbuds.

"Morning baby," you sang, pulling them out of your ears and turning the volume up so both of you could faintly hear the music from the Good Girls EP, "dance with me!"

He awkwardly shuffled his way to the toaster and placed the toast that just popped on the plate beside him and you horribly moonwalked over to butter the slices. "This is the life! Are your eggs almost done, love?"

"They're almost finished!" You said. You placed the butter knife down and slid in your socks on the linoleum floors to skillfully flip the last dippy egg to finish cooking it. Next, you moved everything to the table. Finally, after a morning of hard work in the kitchen, you sat down and admired your work, signaling Calum to follow suit.

"Are we doing anything today?"

"I made breakfast," you said, gesturing to the table full of Waffle House quality food. "Isn't that enough?"

"It sure is."

LUKE: "I should really be doing homework," you said, poking Luke's cheek, resulting in him squinting the eye on that side in a cute little wink. Your head was resting in his lap while he watched Spongebob on Nickelodeon.

"How much have you gotten done?"

"None of it."

"How much of it is due tomorrow?"

"All of it."

"Why aren't you working on it, then?"

"Because I really just want to be around you. I mean, you guys leave for the start of the European tour in a fortnight and I just want to be around you doing nothing or everything."

"What if I help you get it done?"

"I don't really feel like doing my homework, to be honest. I kinda just want to talk to you."

He tugged at the roots of his blonde hair, flat today since he wasn't going to be out in public. "Then why did you bring it up? What was the point of that?"

"To get you to talk to me," you sighed. You didn't like when he started to get angry at you.

He leaned forward and kissed you quickly as if to assure you everything was fine. "All you gotta do is speak up, love. And even if you don't want to do your homework, I can hear my mom nagging me in the back of my mind to make you do it. Grab it, and I'll help you. We'll do a lot of talking that way."

"I don't know if I should sincerely or sarcastically thank Momma Liz," you smiled, reluctantly grabbing your homework from your desk and getting Luke's help between glances at the Spongebob episode.

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