5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

26- Your Career

ASHTON: You heard the front door open and shut the screen of your laptop, spinning in your office spiral chair and greeting your boyfriend at the door. He dropped his bag beside it and you hugged him, making sure you didn't knock the book he was reading out of his hand.

"Whatcha reading?" you asked as you followed him to the living room couch.

"Uh, it's something new by, um, 'Y/N Y/LAST/N."

"Oh my god, you bought my book?"

"Well, duh. You are my super talented girlfriend who just published an epic novel. I made the boys buy it, too. And might have advertised it on twitter, tumblr, facebook, posted the cover on instagram. I hope this book is as good as I made it seem, because otherwise I'm going to have a lot of fans pissed off at me." You blushed at this point. A lot of people had frowned upon your decision to be a writer, but you couldn't picture yourself doing anything else. The fact that Ashton was this supportive of what you love absolutely blew your mind. "I think you should help write songs with the band."

"Storytelling and poetry are two different things, Ash."

"I bet you're good at poetry, too."

"If that's the case, don't do anything you wouldn't want me to write about!"

MICHAEL: "Photograph" by Def Leopard played as the pixelated GTA-V Michael raced the black motorcycle up the side of the mountain, fading after real 5SOS Michael used the remote joystick to guide the bike into a rock, ejecting the character off his seat and tumbling down the mountain. He rolled a couple times, sliding on air it seemed at the angle you could view it.

"If this was a real thing, an impact like that would probably kill him," you said, looking up over your reading glasses and medical school textbook.

"Nuh-uh."

"I mean, not right away, but the place he landed is a difficult one to get to-- especially because of the equipment needed--and with all the blood he lost during the slip, he'd probably bleed out before they got to him. Where's the closest hospital to him?"

"Uh, probably the Sandy Shores one."

"Where is it on the map?" He paused the game, pressing the "X" button on the PlayStation remote to move the cursor towards the approximate location. "Yeah, he'd probably bleed out."

"Way to turn my game into a death lesson."

"You're welcome! Just remember, three more years of University and I'll have a PhD in fun-ruining."

CALUM: Working for a company like Sugarscape was a pretty fantastic thing, because you always had opportunities to accompany your writing partner to events to get pictures of things, so when she told you she was signed up to review the London show of the 5 Seconds of Summer tour, you were all on board, grabbing your best camera and concert attire.

Your seats were really close to the stage, on the right side where Calum played his bass. As you snapped a bunch of pictures, he'd look down at you, smiling and winking occasionally. As soon as it was his solo in "She Looks So Perfect", he looked at you again and forgot all the words. He grabbed the microphone and smiled, the wrinkles by his eyes causing you to blush harder than before.

"Y/N, is he looking over at you?" Your partner asked, screaming over the incredible drumming produced by Ashton.

"I'm not sure," you lied. "But I think so," you then added to make it true.

He called you backstage after the show and shortly after, you two began dating. He loved that you were so passionate about photography and was always in front of the lense you were behind, unless he stole your camera to get great shots of you, his favorite being the Polaroid he took of you on his tour bus that he kept in his bass case.

LUKE: Nothing made you happier than being a stay-at-home mom, and your favorite part was getting-ready-for-bedtime. Nothing pleased you more than the giggles of baby girl Hemmo during her bubble bath or the way she hugged her daddy's penguin that she slept with at night.

One night in particular, you had just finished laying baby girl Hemmo down for bed when she clung onto you. "Mommy, I'm not tired. Will you sing me to sleep?" She asked you, eyes begging. Just like you couldn't say no to Luke's, you couldn't say no to her matching ones.

"What song do you want, love?"

"One of daddy's."

"Okay, um..." you thought about it for a moment before you started tucking her hair behind her small ear and humming.
"Take me back to the middle of nowhere, back to the place only you and I share. Remember all the memories? The fireflies and make believe?"

You stopped singing when you noticed she was sleeping and you kissed her head. As you began walking out the doorway, you bumped into the black t-shirt shoulder of your husband. "Why'd you stop singing, Y/N?"

"Because I'm no you, babe."

"But you sing really well, babe. Honestly, I'm not really tired, either, mind singing me to sleep?" He smirked, kissing your cheek and cuddling you in bed as you finished "Long Way Home".