5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

25- Dinner

ASHTON: You tightened your apron just a little bit more before grabbing the water pitcher and heading over to the table that had just been seated. You smiled back at the boy around your age, give or take a few years, almost overflowing his mother's glass. You felt your cheeks burn slightly, before quickly filling up the other three glasses and going back into the kitchen to refill the pitcher for the next set of restaurant-goers.

You stood by the kitchen window, watching the restaurant as you shadowed the guy training you. You looked over at the table with the boy who smiled at you, looking closer at him. His head was down as he enjoyed the On-The-House appetizer, but you noticed the curl in his hair and the hazel of his eyes when he looked up--and looked at you.

Both of you quickly turned away towards the same direction, eyes meeting again at the same moment. He smiled at you, but you looked down at your shoes, trying to hide the continuing blush from the cutie at--

"Y/N, clear the appetizer plates from table three, please," your trainer said, and you obliged, heading over towards the curly cutie's table.

You grabbed the empty plates, pulling them back close to you when the fork fell off. "Oops, sorry," you mutter, listening to the boy giggle. Standing back up, you grabbed the rest of the china and held it in your arms, balancing everything to this time drop a different fork. "Oh my, I'm really sorry," you said, cheeks so hot it felt like summer.

"It's okay," the boy said.

When you came back to the table to top up on their waters, he said a small "thank you," and handed you a folded up napkin. You opened it after you set the pitcher down in the kitchen again: You're adorable. My name's Ashton, call me sometime? and his number was scribbled out below it.

MICHAEL: You went on a double date with your best friend and were sitting at a fancy restaurant beside your boyfriend of two years, Michael. As you and your best friend were talking over the entrees, the dates didn't seem to say anything, so you secretly knew Michael was bored by the lack of attention he was receiving. It became bluntly obvious to you when he stopped playing with your fingers and began resting his hand on your thigh.

You tensed up a little, swatting at his hand but playing it off as if you were just smoothing out your dress. "Oh, that's really cute!" You exclaim, only having heard half of what your best friend had said. "Yeah, Michael here--" you grunted a little bit, pushing his hand off your thigh again. "--is a real sweetheart, but selectively."

He chuckled, thumb rubbing the exposed skin under your sundress. "Babe," he whispered in your ear. "I'm not feeling too good, so, uh, whadda you say to ditching this place and going back to the flat?"

"You're going to get it, Clifford," you whispered before smiling extremely faux cheesy.

"Is everything alright?" Y/best friend's/N asked.

"Yeah, Michael here just doesn't think his meal is settling well, so we're going to pass on dessert and I'm going to get him home. I'll make plans with you again, soon!" you promised.

You pushed Michael out of his seat and out the door, not before hearing your best friends date say "I guess his dessert just wasn't on the menu..."

CALUM: You picked up your glass, swirling the wine in it to let it breathe, giving up on holding your breath. He obviously wasn't coming, so you sighed and looked around for your waiter to give you the check for the two glasses of wine. But this was Calum's time to make his move, so he left the table he was at with a couple of friends and their dates to sit across from you.

"Uh, hi, um, my name's Calum," he said, smiling at you from across the table and hoping this wasn't terribly awkward or uncomfortable.

"And I was just leaving," you said quickly, before the disappointed tears could roll down your cheeks.

"Hey, you seem upset. Do you want to talk about it?"

You sighed again, sitting back down because obviously Calum was not about to leave you alone. "It's nothing, it's just my boyfriend stood me up again."

"Boyfriend? Stood you up again? I mean, I should probably leave you alone so he doesn't come here and kill me for talking to you, but I would never stand you up. Would you still like to get dinner here? I'll treat, if you want. You deserve somebody who's going to treat you well?"

"I'd like to stay for dinner with you, but you don't have to treat. I had enough money to pay for his and my meals. We can just talk over a meal. If he decides to show up, though, don't worry. I'm breaking up with him."

"Awesome! Not that you're breaking up with your boyfriend, because that could be not awesome but--"

"It's awesome," you smiled at him. And it was just the start of many more dinner dates.

LUKE: You were terribly nervous to make dinner for Luke's parents, especially because you'd never met them prior to tonight and your cooking would be one of the first things they would get to remember about you. No pressure, as Luke would jokingly say as he tossed the salad while you anxiously checked your dish in the oven.

When the doorbell rang, you sent Luke to answer it while you finished folding the napkins and straightening the silverware. You had just pulled the casserole dish out of the oven when Luke's mom walked into the kitchen. "Need any help?"

"Oh no, but thank you for your offer. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hemmings, my name is Y/N," you replied, offering your hand to her.

She skipped it and pulled you into a hug. "You can call me Liz, sweetheart, and I've heard so many good things about you. I haven't seen my baby boy this happy since they played their first world tour in Sydney." She pulled back from the hug, smiling sweetly at you. The care for her son really showed in the look of her eyes.

"If it's any reassurance, I'm really happy with him. I haven't felt this kind of love with anybody else."

"Would you say yes if he asked you to marry you?" She asked, hopeful.

You paused, shocked by the abruptness of her question. You had no doubt in your mind that you loved Luke, but neither of you had talked about taking it to the next step. "Yeah--yes. I would marry him. Because I can't picture not waking up next to him, or having someone else hold me the way he does. I really do love him, Liz. I'm in love with him."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that," Luke smiled walking over to you and hugging you before falling to one knee.

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*I tried to write a lot in advanced because it's hard to find time on this vacation, so I got the inspiration for this the Saturday before I left for here, and it came from a really cute waterboy at the restaurant my grandparents took me to [especially Ashton's omg] :) oh, and little shit mikey just has me feeling some type of way.*