5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

27- He's Crying

ASHTON: You pushed the wooden bedroom door gently, making sure it didn't creak as it slowly opened. His back was towards you, shoulders hunched over and head held by his hands. It broke your heart to see your little drummer boy so vulnerable with nothing you could do about it.

You didn't say anything as you walked over to him--sometimes he found comfort in silence the same way he found comfort in music--but you walked over and stood before him. You still didn't say anything as you pried his hands away from his face so you could sit in his lap and hug him with your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. His strong arms were shaking until they rested against your torso. Your head nuzzled into his neck, lips pressing sweet kisses to the warm skin.

Saltwater tears fell from his face slightly harder, and you pulled back, hands cupping his cheek so your thumbs could wipe them away, eyes searching sadly for something in him. "You don't have to tell me anything if you're not ready," you whispered, hiding back in his neck, "but please know that I'm here for you if and when you need me."

All you felt was his nod in response. Later that night, when you were both falling asleep in each other's arms, he lifted you up and adjusted the both of you under the duvet. "Baby?"

"Yeah, love?"

"I just need you to want me."

"Always, Ashton Fletcher, always."

MICHAEL: The words thrown back and forth in the argument you and Michael had spiraled around your head, playing in harsh tones over and over again. Your head was in your hands, legs pulled as close to your chest as you could get them. He was somewhere else, outside of the house because he stormed out, his anger on his face and in his back pocket. You needed him to come home and work this out with you because he was something you just couldn't take losing.

You walked to your front door, opening it just as Michael was about to knock. "I forgot my key," he said. He chuckled lightly before sniffling and you returned a sad smile. "Y/N, I--" he began but the words got caught in his throat. You took him by surprise when you wrapped your arms around his torso. He returned the hug, pulling you closer to his body. "I'm so sorry, baby." His breathing shook, as did his hands.

"I'm sorry too," you whispered, tears welling again in your eyes. "I love you, Michael; I can't risk losing you over something as stupid as that."

"I'm so in love with you, I'd never permanently walk out because of something as pathetic as that. How could I consider myself a man if I ever did that?"

You nuzzled your head into the cotton of his shirt. "You couldn't."

"Exactly," he mumbled. He released you from his warm embrace, lifting you up bridal style and carrying you back to the bedroom. The summer air was hot, so you both layed on top of the covers, fan blasting on high and cuddling with each other until you both fell asleep.

CALUM: His body shook more as he dreamed of you, your fingers curling around the front door handle. He couldn't say anything as you walked out that front door. His legs gave out on him, body collapsing to the floor with all hope gone with you. A couple moments later, when his mind registered that the dream was over, his brown eyes fluttered open. "Y/N?" He whispered as quietly as he could whisper when he was frazzled. His arm stretched out in search of you, but you weren't on your side of the bed. "Shit, Y/N, please come back," he whimpered softly into the silence of the room, ignoring the vulnerability he was displaying.

"Calum, baby, are you okay?" You asked moments later, walking into the bedroom and setting your glass of water on the nightstand.

You pulled the covers back and slid under them, no time to adjust before Calum pulled you close to his sweaty body. "I thought I lost you," he said into your neck, hot breath tickling the skin.

"Aww, Cal, it was just a bad dream. I'm right here," you assured him, wiggling further down in the bed, fingertips tracing his spine to relax him. "Try and get some more sleep, baby, I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He placed his head on you, letting himself relax when you ran your fingers through his hair, coaxing him into a much-needed sleep, you following suit shortly after. He fell asleep in the warmth you gave him when you pulled him close and you in the warmth of the love he had for you.

LUKE: "WAIT, EVERYONE, IT'S CONNECTING!" You squeal as the spiral loading sign popped up on your screen, his family falling under a hush behind you. Liz came up behind you, resting her hand on your shoulder and watching the screen as closely as you were. Waiting for the loading to end and your love to appear felt like waiting for the food you ordered at a restaurant to come--you were hungry and it was going to take forever to arrive.

A sleepy Luke popped up on the screen--finally!--and everyone on your side of the world in Sydney shouted. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUKE!"

His face lit up, and the smile on it was wide. "Thanks everyone," he said, waving at the screen. His eyes danced around it, noticing everyone there for his sorta-party. "Did you plan this, Y/N?"

You proudly nodded in response, a huge smile across your face. "Do you like it?" He looked down, biting his lip ring before looking back up at you. "Ohmygod, Luke, are you crying?"

He let out a little giggle. "Sorry, I just... this is the best birthday present."

"So these are happy tears?"

It was his turn to nod. "They're kinda sad, too. I miss you and everyone at home, but this was the nicest thing anybody has done for me."

"Your fans got you famous."

"They also got me a wonderful girlfriend, and she's kinda hot," he winked after wiping the tears from his eyes. "I'm a softy for you, princess."

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*I get really emotional and night and start writing poetry, so it sparks things like this oops. I also found the image on Facebook and I kinda love it.*