5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

18- Ex Girlfriends

ASHTON: "I'm going to the restroom," you said, walking into the bathroom off the livingroom. He put the movie the two of you were watching for your date night on hold before answering his ringing phone. You took care of your business in a timely manner before you fixed up your hair and washed your hands twice, popping in a breath mint from the little dish on the counter before walking out.

You opened your mouth to give him the "press play" before you sat back down when you heard him say: "Much better of a kisser." Ashton paused and listened to the words from the voice on the other end of the line. "Of course I mean Bryana," he said.

You knew about her, mostly thanks to the update accounts you followed on twitter, keeping up with the band you loved before you actually fell in love with Ashton. Heart broken, you crept down the hall to your shared bedroom and layed on the bed, curling up in a ball under the covers.

Ashton called your name after he hung up with the mystery caller. After you didn't respond, he got up to find where you disappeared to. "Y/N, are you gonna come out and finish the moo--are you crying?" He asked, sitting down on the bed and pressing a hand painstakingly on your back. You flinched under his touch. "Darling," he whispered. "What's wrong."

"I'm sorry," you cried, voice weak. "I'm not good enough for you."

"You weren't reading tweets from the fans, were you?"

"No, Ashton! I heard what you said about Bryana. She's a much better kisser than I, and she's thinner than I, and you were probably happier with her than you are with me."

"I never--ooooh. I told Luke that you were a much better kisser than Bryana without saying her name and he was confused about whether or not it was her I was comparing your amazing kisses to. But I'm with you and this is the happiest I've ever been."

"Promise?" You ask.

"Promise," he replies. He pulled you into his arms, rocking you in his lap while cradling you in his arms. Your head was pressed against his chest, so he titled his head down to place a kiss on your forehead. You, on the other hand, had different plans and met his lips with yours. It was a sweet kiss, tasting of your fruit punch lip gloss you both loved. "Definitely a much better kisser," he assured.

MICHAEL: "What are you doing?" You asked, hands on your hips and shock obvious on your face as if it was written there. "We have to leave for the airport in less than three hours and you don't even have a suitcase out!"

"Geez, Y/N, calm down. I'll get it done."

"Yeah, right now."

"No, later. God, Geordie never got on me like you do."

"Geordie as in your ex-Geordie?"

"Yeah. She was always--shit," he said, looking up from the blue screen of his phone towards your face.

Your shock became a saddened anger. "Well, maybe I should try and be more laid back like Geordie, hmm? Not show you how much I love you in reminders of 'you don't want your boss to kill you because you're not ready to leave for tour yet'? End up with a break up like the two of you did and maybe last as friends before you find someone else? What even brings her up, anyways?"

"Babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I love you and I'm glad you give me 'I love you's in reminders. I was thinking about her because she sent me a text wishing the band and I good luck as we begin our next tour," he said, getting up from the couch and giving you a hug.

You weakly hugged him back, trying to accept his reasoning. It was pretty recent and the two of them used to be really good friends, it's no wonder he was thinking of her. "Just pack your shit, Mike, I forgive you."

"You don't sound like you do," he informed you, saddened.

"I do. But that doesn't mean it was an okay thing to do. It hurts like a bitch and made me think I'm not good enough for you for a moment there.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

"And you're the second best thing that ever happened to me."

"Hey! What was sooo much better than me?"

"Seeing Ed Sheeran in concert with my best friend. That man had a way with words, unlike some of us here..." you teased. Kissing him quickly on the cheek, you added "I'm only semi-kidding. Now, pack your shit, we're leaving soon."

CALUM: "Where's the whipped cream?" Calum asked, scanning the island in your kitchen and not seeing the spray can among the other ice cream sundae toppings.

"We don't have any," you said.

"What do you mean 'we don't have any'? Katy Perry wouldn't have done this to me," he said utterly disappointed.

"You finished up the can the last time we had Sunday Sundaes, and excuse me?"

"She knows the value of whipped cream."

"Calum, sweetie, how do you know that? You've never been anywhere with her that wasn't an award show," you said. He opened his mouth to say something, and as if you read his mind, you said "And the 'California Gurls' music video doesn't count."

"I mentally dated Katy Perry."

"And I mentally dated Liam Hemsworth, even while he was engaged to Miley Cyrus, but that doesn't mean he'd protect my family if I fought in the Hunger Games. Now, you have three options: you can run to the store and get your whipped cream to have over melted ice cream, deal with what we have, or have nothing at all."

He sighed. "Fine. Have it your way. Can you at least pass the chocolate sprinkles?"

"Are you sure you don't want the rainbow ones? They might remind you of all the times Katy Perry dyed her hair," you teased, still passing him the chocolate ones.

"Nope. They remind me too much of Michael."

LUKE: "Hey baby, whatcha listening to?" You asked Luke as he came bee-boppin' into your bedroom, where you layed on the comforter scrolling through your pinterest feed.

"Aliesha dropped her album today and it's really good."

"Wait, ex-girlfriend Aliesha McDonald Aliesha?"

"Yeah. She sounds really good. Even better than what she did when we used to sing together. Do you wanna listen?" He asked, offering one side of his earbuds.

"I'll pass, but thanks for the offer."

"Suit yourself." He sat down on the bed, his head still bobbing along to the beat of whatever song was playing on Aliesha's album. All the sudden, he started singing 'She Will Be Loved' by Maroon 5 and you'd had enough. You slammed the top of your laptop down, sliding off the bed and exiting your bedroom. "Y/N? What the heck was that?" Luke asked, pulling off his headphones and following you.

"I'm going for a drive, Luke. Chill."

"I don't need to 'chill'; I'm not the one who stormed out of our bedroom like that."

"Oh, god forbid I leave you to reminisce on the good days with your ex by yourself!"

He paused, and then it clicked. "You're jealous," he said with a slight smirk drawn on his face.

"No, I'm not."

"Reeeeeally, Y/N," he challenged. "You're not jealous that I was singing the song she and I sang together before rather than, say, 'She smiled at me on the subway'?"

"Luke, stop," you said, trying to stop the smile from showing on your face.

"'She was with another man.'"

"Luke!"

"YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, IT'S TRUE!"

You smiled, and wrapped yourself in him to hide it in his "GO ALL THE aWAY" shirt. "I'm sorry I got jealous."

"It's fine, baby; you're cute when you're jealous."