Ashton:
You scream playfully as the skies open up around you and Ashton, just letting the water drench your clothes. This was one of your first dates, and it was turning out to be one of the best. Ashton yells your name from his place across the car park, but you don't hear him. He gives up and runs to you, taking you by the hand and spinning you around. You immediately wrap your hands around his neck, force of habit and stare up into his eyes. His eyes search yours as water droplets drip in front of your vision, clouding the view.
"Kiss me." Ashton begs, giving you no choice before pulling your front to his and pressing his lips forcefully on yours. Your hand squeezes the back of his neck to enhance the force of his lips. The rain continues to fall around you as though the world was just ignoring your existence and spinning around you.
Calum:
"Look at me." Calum begs as your eyes began to drift closed. You open your eyes again as your hand lays softly on his neck and chin. The water falling from the heavens plasters your hair to your face. Calum's hands toy at your damp waist, pulling your front against his. You kiss tenderly for a few moments before parting lightly. "Never leave my lips again." His voice is husky over the sounds of rain hitting the pavement. Your lips meet again, this time with a bit more force. You tug at the hem of his shirt, which sticks heavily to his God-like body.
"This needs to go." You utter breathlessly. Calum parts and strips himself of his shirt, throwing it uselessly to the concrete. Your hands roam his shirtless form for a couple seconds before your smiling faces meet again.
"It's like I'm your Voodoo Doll." Calum states, pulling your front to his once more before planting his lips back on yours. Breathlessly you break the kiss, your fingertips running lightly over the skin on his chin and neck.
"You're under my spell."
Luke:
As the rain pours down on your bodies, you curse, simple as that. The spring showers were making this date hell. You always hated the rain, for so many reasons, none that made logical sense though.
"Let's do something as romantic as shit." Luke had said before dragging your ass out of your car. After many protests he just began tugging at your hand. You both stand before the headlights of your car. You shake your head and try to argue with the boy further. His hands wrap around your waist and your faces grow closer in distance. "Let yourself fall." Your eyes drift closed as you fall forward against him, your lips pressing together almost immediately. The sensation running through your veins was more than you had ever experienced in your life. Though the rain brought coldness, his body brought back the warmth.
Suddenly, your right leg lifts from the ground, doing the infamous foot pop from Princess Diaries. Rain grew on you that night, now it was what you wished for at night and waited weeks for.
Michael:
"Michael, I can't do this anymore." You say, stepping out into the rainwater. You begin your journey away from him, knowing you wouldn't get very far on your own two feet.
"Y/N, stop." Michael spins you around in the pouring rain. His hands cup your face as he tugs your lips to his. As if a switch had been turned, you forget the anger and bring your hands up to Michael's hips. His hair tickles your forehead and you can almost feel the hair dye dripping onto your skin, turning it a shade of purple. Your lips move in perfect sync and the only sound heard is that of the rain.
"This is too cliché." You whisper-yell over the pitter-patter of the rain.
"Who the fuck cares?" Michael asks no one in particular. He pulls you even closer to him. "I sure as hell don't." Michael utters before replacing his lips back on yours and making the connection between you two stronger than you can ever imagine.
