Ashton: ...With benefits. Ever late night text, phone call, they all led to one of you in the other's bed. He wanted more though. He hated watching you leave the comfort of his own arms. That's why each night, he'd whine and pout, convincing you with pursed lips to stay just a tad longer. What he didn't know, what you kept bottled inside for so long was that you hated it too. You hated leaving his bed, or watching him leave yours. You found warmth in each embrace you shared with him, you hated leaving his kisses that made you crave more and more. Both of your deepest desires was to have each other for a whole night, not just half of it and neither of you knew. You were both afraid of expressing your feelings—if you told him he'd run away and if he told you, you'd laugh at him—but each time you got together, each time you were intimate there was more feeling, more passion behind each kiss and each touch you shared that always kept you coming back for more. Eventually he'd tell you his feelings and you would laugh, you'd only jump into his arms, expressing how long you've waited for him to say it first. "I don't-I don't want you to leave anymore. I want you to stay. I want... you." He whispered in the middle of the night, thinking you were asleep. His breath on your skin made you stiff, but you still twisted in his embrace, yet again another night he convinced you to stay over. "Then I won't. I won't leave, ever." You whispered against his lips, sealing your words with a kiss.
Michael: "He's a mutual friend. I'm sure you'll like him." Your friend tried to convince you about your blind date. There was a bit of hope in her voice as she only wanted the best for you. She knew you were struggling in the love department and setting you up was her way of helping. "I'm trusting you." You warned with a smile. You'd be lying if you said you weren't excited. Your hair and makeup were done so carefully and perfectly. "Now, if you need anything let me know, alright? If he's rude, I'll come and get you and smack him." You laughed at her instructions as she dropped you off at the restaurant where this date would be happening. You nodded, then watched her drive off, sucking in a deep breath. "Hi, theirs a reservation for Y/N." "Sure, the other person already arrived. Follow me." The host told you, guiding you back to your table. "Michael?" He stood from the table, shy smile on his face. "Yep, and you must be Y/N." You nodded as he pulled out your chair for you to sit. "Thank you," You grinned as he took his seat across from you. As you started small talking, you found out you had so much in common. "What do I have something on my face?" You asked because of his staring at you, "No, no you don't. I'm just wondering how I never met you before." His comment made your cheeks flush pink and you shot your friend a quick text saying thank you for the set up.
Luke: Not just friends, best friends. Making people wonder why you weren't just together in the first place. You already knew everything about each other and you did go with him. When he was in LA for a month, you flew out to join him and the 2 of you were laughed at by the other boys while you cuddled during movie nights or moments when you were having tickle fights. To the outside world, you and Luke were a couple, but to everyone that really knew you, you were just friends. The boys knew the real reason he brought you out here, they knew that deep down, Luke wanted more than just to be friends and they helped him devise a plan to ask you to be his girlfriend. One morning, you woke up to the sound of the boys down stairs being very loud. When you walked down stairs, you saw the computer in front of them and instantly knew they were doing a twitcam. "We should sing a song!" Ashton noticed your presence and said loudly. "Wherever you are!" Calum told them hurrying to grab his guitar. "Hi Y/N you should stay and watch," He ran past you whispering. You chuckled and leaned against a banister, watching them gather round the computer. They sang the song acoustically, it was one of your all-time favorites. The whole time, Luke was staring at you, playing his guitar singing with his angel like voice. When the song was over they said goodbye and Luke walked over to you. "Did you know I wrote that song about you?" You bit your lip, trying to hide a blush. "Why?" You asked him, heart fluttering. "Because anywhere I go, I know you'll be there with me, for me." He sucked in a breath, "I don't want to be friends anymore Y/N." "Wha-" "No, hear me out I don't want to be friends because I think...I think I'm in love with you." You could have sworn your breathing stopped or your heart stopped beating. For so long, have you wanted to hear him say that, but you thought the never would. Without a word, you latched your lips onto his, pulling him as close to you as possible. Cheers and whistles left the other boy's lips, but you didn't care. You both finally got what you wanted.
Calum: Your best friend's brother, that's all he was. You'd go over her house, most of the time for her, but deep down it was to see him. If you would tell her, it would just be a little crush but it was much more than that. You longed for him to notice you as more than just his sister's friend. And there were moments when you would catch him looking at you out of the corner of his eye, or cute little winks he'd throw at you as he walked past. They were confusing though and you didn't know how to take them. There was even one time when you were sitting at the couch, waiting to leave when he came and sat next to you, close enough for your knees to be touching and for your breath to hitch. It wasn't like you were scared he would hurt you, no he could never do that, but it did make you nervous. Your hands got clammy and you didn't know whether to run up stairs or out the door. You wouldn't do that either though, because deep down, you knew you wanted him. You longed to have him all your own and not see him prancing around with other girls. That night, nothing happened though. What you weren't expecting to happen was a few days later, while you were in the bathroom, brushing your teeth before bed, Calum barged in smirking like a mad man. "What are you doing?" You tried to sound stern, wiping your lips from the rinsing water. He caught off any further protests you would have had by placing his lips on yours, moving together in sync. No way were you going to protest this because you had wanted it for so long. "I've wanted to do that for-" "Since the moment I met you." You told him, cutting him off mid-sentence. After all this time, the only thing running through your mind was the taste of his lovely lips on yours.
