Ashton:
You had been pen pals for years. You both knew who each other were, but had never actually met. Today is the day you two will finally meet. Ashton had invited you to Derp Con in LA and you had graciously accepted. While you were worried about your looks and how much he'd really like you after he saw you, you still went. He on the other hand was beyond ecstatic to finally lay eyes on the girl he basically fell in love with over pen and ink. You stand in line with Y/BFF/N, right outside the door leading to your indefinite future.
"Are you nervous?" Y/BFF/N asks. You shrug your shoulders and peer at the open doorway, hearing the giggles of teenage girls coming from beyond it. You can also hear the deep voices of the boys you had grown to love over the years.
"Next!" Someone shouts, grabbing you and your friend by surprise. Apparently you didn't have time to be nervous. As soon as you turn the corner and see his gleaming face, you freeze, as did he. Your eyes connect for a moment before his travel down to the black and white polka dotted shirt you said you'd be wearing.
"Hi." Ashton says as you grow in distance to him. You couldn't tell, but he was falling in love just by looking at you. All those hours the both of you spent on letters, emails, etc. were cumulating to this very moment.
"Hi pen pal." You mutter back. Ashton lets out a deep sigh, a smile growing on his lips.
"I can't believe you're this beautiful Y/N."
Calum:
"Now's really not the time!" You shout over your shoulder to your best friend in the entire world. She was lolligagging along, stopping in every shoppe she possible could. We had a deadline in which was coming up in about....... ten minutes, and she wasn't helping. As you walk backwards along the sidewalk outside the cute little shoppes you bump right into someone. Their hands immediately wrap around your waist to keep you upright.
"I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, spinning around quickly with the person's hands still on you.
"No it was my ba-" His phrase was cut short as he stood staring down into your eyes, admiring the beautiful color. Everything about him screamed hotness, which wasn't usually your style of describing a perfectly handsome stranger. His dark hair had streaks of blonde within the fringe, while his warm, tan skin sent shivers down your spine as his hands were touching bare skin on your sides. "Hey, I'm Calum." He introduces, smiling down largely at you.
"Uh, you're still holding me." You mutter with a cheeky grin.
"Right, and you're still nameless." Calum says to you as his hands came off your waist and fell to his sides. You both took a small step back to regain breathing distance.
"It's Y/N." He smiles widely down at you again. Before anymore words could be spoken, your friend comes bouncing out of the shoppe she had sauntered into.
"I thought we were on a time crunch."
Luke:
"Mum, please don't make me do this! I was in the middle of a perfectly good episode of (your favorite show)!" You exclaim, throwing your hands into the air. Your mum had run out of sugar for the cake she was baking, the only way she could quickly get sugar was for you to go on next door.
"Just go quickly and then you can finish whatever it is you do in your room all day." You groan and stomp out the door, running next door to your neighbor's home. Since you were new to the neighborhood you had no clue who you were to come face to face with, nor did you know that this is where you would meet your first real love. You knock loudly and impatiently until the door swings open, causing a startled gasp to leave your lips.
You being startled was coming from the fact that no one normal ever just rips the door open and from the sight beyond the door. There standing before you was Luke Hemmings, front man of your favorite band 5 Seconds of Summer. His blonde hair was piled perfectly upon his head, his sky blue eyes were the epitome of beauty, and the lip ring on his lip made your legs go weak at the knees. Holy shit-balls!
"Can I help you with something?" He asks chuckling at your weirdness.
"Uh sugar, I need some sugar." You finally spill out.
"Don't we all?" Your eyes widen at the statement as your heart skips a beat. Luke shakes his head and smiles.
"No, I mean I need actual sugar. My mum's baking and-"
"Say no more... uh-?" He paused, waiting for you to spill your name.
"Oh, you can call me Y/N." He pushes the door open further and steps out of the way.
"Well, I'm Luke. Come on in. We can both search for the sugar. God only knows where Mum keeps it." You laugh and roll my eyes as you step into the confines of his home.
"Probably in the kitchen."
Michael:
"I'll be right outside." You holler over the ear piercing noise coming from the club that some would call music. Your friends nod their heads, knowing you hate the club life though they always drag you with them. Escaping into the fresh, night air of downtown Sydney helped the small panic attack coming along in your chest. While you don't get them often they do seem to be brought on by stress and most importantly CLUBS.
"I'm fine. Deep breath." You tell yourself as you place your hands against the brick building and take deep breaths. "In and out." Words are breathless as they leave your mouth, but you do acknowledge the fact that the tightness in your chest was slowly fading.
"Are you okay?" Startled was an understatement when someone placed a warm hand on your back. Standing, the hand was only kept in it's spot, rubbing in circular motions. When you saw the man, you immediately felt the butterflies. You weren't one to fall head over heels for a person you just laid eyes on, nor were you the love at first sight type... but him.
"Yeah." You take another deep breath. "Thank you."
"I'm Michael."
"Y/N." You two stand in each other's presences and just gander at each other. You admire his colorful head of hair as he does the same to you. "I hate clubs." You simply say.
"Well, then do you want to go somewhere-"
"Please."
