ASHTON: "Ashton? Are you ready to go? We're going to be late for dinner!" You called from downstairs.
"I can't tie my stupid tie!" He giggles, clomping down the stairs in his new dress shoes and giving you a quick kiss. "Could you fix it for me?" You nod, smiling as he stands straight up. "You look beautiful, by the way."
Slightly blushing, you whisper a thank you and lean on the balls of your feet to adjust the tie, folding and knotting the fabric in a puzzle of ways. "This is frustrating!" You laugh. "How do you tie a tie?"
"Doesn't this come in your girlfriend handbook?" He chuckles, watching your expressions as you focused.
"Ash, I made that book up," you say. He looks at you in fake awe, and you both giggle.
Finally, you got the tie to look (almost) right, so he escorted you out to your car. He opens the black door for you, so thankful it's you he gets to present to his family over a fancy dinner out.
MICHAEL: "So, this isn't exactly how I pictured us spending Valentine's Day," he said as he opened his box of Chinese takeout.
You pulled your chopsticks out of the paper sleeve they came in and opened your box before situating the wooden sticks in your hand. "Well, it's kind of because of you," you confessed under your breath. Life without Michael beside you had been particularly rough, lately.
"What did you say?" Mikey asked genuinely confused for that moment, turning up the volume and adjusting the screen of the Skype call.
"Nothing..."
He sighed, guessing what you muttered under your breath. He couldn't be mad at you knowing how you were feeling about everything. "I'm sorry, love. I tried anything I could to get home to you today so we could watch that movie you were talking about and I could surprise you. Are you mad?"
"No, Mike, I'm not mad. I signed up for this when I agreed to be your girlfriend. Besides, you'll just have to make it up to me when you come home," you winked, getting him to smile.
CALUM: With all the flashing lights from paparazzi cameras and the number of screaming fans with shaking hands reaching out towards you, Calum became really overprotective, placing a firm hand on your lower back. You kissed his cheek and got him to smile for the cameras, secretly hoping some of the negative attention on him would fade away with the positive vibes being publicly sent out.
"Y/N! CALUM! OVER HERE!" The paparazzi behind the ropes hollered.
You smiled in their direction before you walked up to youtuber Tyler Oakley, who was doing interviews on the red carpet for one of the popular celebrity television channels. "Oh my gawd, Y/N, you look absolutely stunning tonight. How's it feel for this to be your first time on the red carpet?"
"It's an incredible opportunity and I'm so grateful to experience it with my favorite person ever," You smiled up at Calum.
"I'm pretty sure she stole the show," Calum said to Tyler. You looked down at your gown, blushing as you admired the way it flattered your body shape and paired well with your skin tone. "I'm lucky to have her."
LUKE: The deal was you could spend the night at his place as long as you came over in sweatpants with your hair already in a bun and happily accepted one of his shirts to sleep in. It was an easy offer to accept, and that's how you ended up watching almost all ten seasons of "Friends" with your boyfriend that Friday night.
Your long week of work and university exhausted you, so you were asleep in Luke's lap before you reached the middle of season six. He himself had been exhausted from new-album promotions and a couple short flights from here to there. He eventually gave up on finishing your "Friends" marathon and carried you to the bedroom.
Painstakingly, he laid you down on the bed and tucked you under the comforter. He got on his side and crawled in behind you. You, drowsy with sleep still there, adjusted yourself so your head was on his chest and he used his arm to pull and keep you close. "Best Friday night, ever," he said to himself before falling asleep. The simplest date nights were his favorite date nights, even if you looked stellar in your little black dress.
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*I am hopelessly in love with the derpiest (?) Pictures of Michael Clifford, and that's why I had no choice but to share this gem with you. Sorry for the late-in-the-sunday update. Time and motivation is short here. Maybe next week I'll take a break, but until then, here's the new one my loves--now it's your turn to show it some love!*
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