Ashton: (Drums) It was quite amusing actually, the way you asked him to teach you how to play his instrument. You were on tour with him in Sydney and when you saw a fan's sign that read "Ashton Bang Me Like Your Drums" in the crowd. A funny scene came to play along in your head and you thought you'd play along the next day. "Hey babe, will you teach me how to bang your drums?" You asked while watching tv the next day with a smirk. He turned to you and stumbled upon his words, "Are-are you serious?" "Yep! Teach me how to play your drum set!" You got up and pulled him along with you, into the room that sheltered his drums. "Uh..alright." He took a seat and patted his lap, "C'mon." You followed suit and sat on his lap, you took the drumsticks in your hands, Ashton wrapping his elongated hands over top of yours. A few minutes go by and your slowly but surely playing along to the beat of their new song "Wherever You Are". His hot breath had been tracing chills along the back of your neck, forcing you to struggle with listening and comprehending the notes to hit. He cleared his throat from the immense heat radiating off both of your bodies. Very lightly, he placed a kiss to the back your neck making you writhe beneath his touch. You stood up to turn between his legs, facing him with your hands resting on his broad shoulders. He smirked and reached to kiss your lips and you quickly deepened it. This lesson abruptly ended and you knew you'd both be getting what you ultimately wanted.
Luke: (Guitar) He had been out at the studio all day, leaving you home alone with nothing to do. All day you had been blasting music and singing along to every song that came to play. At one point you were dancing around when you noticed Luke's guitar sitting the corner of your shared bedroom and to be honest it looked kind of lonely. Thinking there would be no harm done, you picked it up carefully and sat on your bed, trying to strum along to the song that was playing. Little to your knowledge, Luke had come home a few minutes ago, watching as you struggled to get the chords right to the song. You hummed a tune, trying to see if you could play along but it wasn't working. Groaning in frustration you set the guitar down and turned to be greeted by a grinning Luke. Sure he was going to burst into a fit of laughter, you hid your face. He giggled walking towards you and engulfing you in a hug. "You know I could teach you if you want." "Really?" You picked your head up to see his glistening eyes looking down at you. His height one of your favorite parts of your relationship. He nodded picking up his guitar and handing it over to you. "Take your hand here, and the other one right here." He positioned his hands over yours on the guitar showing you how to strum. Before you knew it, you heard a familiar tune of "Beside You" your favorite song from the boys. He began singing along as he helped you strum along. "You'll get the hang of it soon enough." He said once he finished. You leaned over to peck his lips. "Now can you show me that one dance move you did?" You giggled, pushing him away then walking out of the room.
Michael: (Guitar) You and Michael had been best friends for a while now, and as if on a whim, one day you asked him if he could teach you how to play the guitar. He gave you a weird look, knowing how uncoordinated you were. After pleading for about an hour for him to stop his video games, he finally let up trudging across the room to grab his guitar. "Please be careful." He stressed handing you his guitar. You've always known him only to be worrisome of his guitar and his console games. "I'll be careful Mikey, I promise." You told him. You placed your fingers as he directed. "Now strum." He said, and you did hearing the wrong chord. "Dammit. This is hard." You mumbled thinking that you'd never get the hang of this. When in reality, all you wanted to do was impress him. Michael was your best friend but that didn't mean you didn't have feelings for him. They were strong feelings too, not just the friends kind of thing. He gave you mixed signals, with sly comments he would make towards you or to one of the guys that would get back to you. "Here try this," he said moving closer to you, carefully placing your fingers on another chord. "Now strum this one." He instructed. You did so, hearing the note come out perfectly. A bright smile appeared on your face, as did Michael's. "There! You did it!" He cheered. "But it's just one note. It took me an hour to learn one stupid note. I can't do anything." You shuffled to get up, but was then pushed back down by Michael. "You're doing just fine, perfect even." When he looked into your eyes, it was like he was staring into your soul, another one of those sly movements that left you wondering if he felt for you what you felt for him.
Calum: (Bass) "Why do you make that face?" You giggled as you watched your boyfriend concentrate on the new song the band was learning. "This song is sick and I can't even get it right." He sighed, the new album was coming along great, just the stress was getting to him bad. He would barely sleep at night, wanting to make sure he got every single note right, both vocally and instrumentally. You always praised his hardworking, knowing how bad he wanted everything for the band. His sincerity and humanity, some of the many things you loved about him. "Could I try? Maybe.." You suggested, watching his face go from concerned to amused. "You want to learn something that I can't even get? Sure you can try." "Hey! I'm not so bad...or at least I think. I can." "Hell, why not." You moved next to him as he shifted the instrument from his lap to yours. You've watched him so many times, studied his movements that you just figured you'd be able to pick up something like this quite easily. To your actual surprise, you did. You've always known how to read music, it had just been a while since you sat down and really played anything. The first few chords of the song were easy enough, leaving Calum to wonder how the hell you even did it before him in the first place. "What...why...how?" He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "I've watched you so many times I guess I just picked it up." You shrugged. "Let's do it together." You smiled at him and watched as his eyes lit up. It was one thing to spend time together, it was another to share something so intimate like this with each other. These small little acts, now they were your favorite.
