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You're more punk rock than him

Ashton:

A prick shoots through your nose as the lady stabs the needle through, and your grip on your boyfriend's hand tightens.

He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb soothingly, and you watch as she puts the stud in.

The lady gives you directions on how to clean your fresh nose piercing, and as you walk out of the piercing and tattoo parlor, you notice Ashton pouting.

"What's wrong babe?" You ask your boyfriend, removing your hand from his to wrap your arm around his back.

"Now you're more punk rock than me," he whines.

You laugh. "Please babe, I already was."

Michael:

Michael searches for your face at the airport, his face lighting up when he spots you.

He thunders up to you and sweeps you into his arms, the tight hug making you giggle.

"I missed you so much," your boyfriend finally sets you down, pulling you in for a kiss.

"Wait." He pauses, his eyes freezing on your arm. "Did you get a tattoo sleeve?"

"Yeah, I had a few ideas for tattoos so I just put them all together for a sleeve," you blush, staring at your right arm as well.

"I love it," Michael pulls you in for another hug.

"Well let's see, Michael has an eyebrow piercing," Ashton starts, watching from the side.

"But Y/N has a tattoo sleeve," Luke adds.

"Who wins the punk rock contest?" Calum questions.

"Y/N," they all say at once.

You all laugh, except Michael who protests the vote.

Calum:

"Your hair's bright red," Calum runs his fingers through your hair, still in amazement.

"We've already established that, Cal," you remind him.

"We've also established that Y/N's more punk rock than you," Michael snickers.

"What? No. How?" Calum's eyes snap to his bandmate.

"She has red hair. What do you have?" Ashton raises his eyebrows at the kiwi boy.

"I have streaks," Calum points to his own hair.

"Not enough," Luke doesn't even look up from his phone.

"Babe, I've got the style and attitude, too. Just let me win," you assure Calum, rubbing his arm soothingly.

Luke:

You don't even know how this argument got started, but now you and Luke are too invested to stop arguing with each other.

"Admit it Luke, I'm more punk rock than you," you yell to your boyfriend.

"A rock band tee, ripped skinny jeans, and combat boots does not make you punk rock," Luke protests.

"And what makes you different? Your lip ring?" You narrow your eyes at him.

He's about to respond but Michael walks in before he can continue.

"What are you two arguing about?" Michael asks.

"Who's more punk rock," Luke sighs, running a hand through his blonde quiff.

"Name the song of these Blink lyrics: give all my things to all my friends, you'll never step foot in my room again," Michael tests the two of you.

"Adam's Song," you reply instantly.

"I always knew I liked you more," Michael grins, pulling you in for a hug.

Because he neverlands *cracks up*