Ashton: The bags were dropped at the door as soon as you entered your vacation home. Your eyes eagerly scanned over the entirety of the house, taking in all it's beauty and picturing how long it could have taken to make it as beautiful as it was. Your feet carried you through, making sure to walk into every room. Finally you reached the bedroom and a gasp left your lips. Right in the middle of the room was a king bed, the setting matched the dark purple swirls on the wall, making it seem more romantic. "Do you like it?" Ashton came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Your body twisted in his grasp, "Do I like it? It's amazing! The whole house is!" "Are you surprised?" It's like he was asking for his own amusement. "Ash, you only told me we were going on vacation yesterday and then you bring me here! I mean seriously look at this bed!" You turned to point, "I'm never leaving it!" Quickly he scooped you up, plopping you down on the bed underneath him. "Well you are right about one thing." He placed his hands on either side of your head, "Oh really?" You whispered, entranced by him. "Yeah, we won't ever be leaving this bed."
Michael: Michael invited you along with the boys as they traveled on their tour. He also requested a room all to yourselves, which you were in no way complaining. Thankfully, those I charge compiled after what felt like complaints from the other boys about you two always "going at it" they said. Alas, here you were laying in your king sized bed, while Michael sat at the edge playing video games as usual. Your initial thought was that a room to yourself meant quality time with your boyfriend—instead of him playing games the whole time. You had this huge bed and you weren't even taking advantage of it. "Michaaaaaeeeeeel" You whined, peaking at the clock, 12:03. "Can you come to bed now?" "Not right now, I'm almost done with the level." He told you the all to famous line of the century. Suddenly, as it a light bulb clicked inside your head you leant up, crawling to the edge of the bed. "Baby," you began, placing your hands on his shoulders, "What do you say you stop playing and let's make use of this king bed you were so keen on getting?" He relaxed underneath your touch. As soon as the screen went to pause menu, you knew you had won this battle.
Luke: His family had invited you along on holiday and there was no way you were turning it down. Everyone had gotten ready for the day and left, leaving you and Luke alone in the house. You preferred it this way honestly, nothing against his family, just being with him alone seemed always better. "You know we've been here for a few days and I still haven't seen the rest of the house, like upstairs." You told him, resting against the kitchen counter. "Oh me either. Let's go check it out!" You giggled at his childlike attitude as he pulled you up the stairs and into what you assumed as his parents room. "Oh no fair!" He whined. Once you stepped further in you saw the beautiful sky light that lit up the room, seashell themed, you eyes drawing to the king sized bed that was the center of attention. Suddenly you were pulled against Luke's body and he smirked down at you. "What are you-" your question was cut off when his lips were on yours. You were startled a bit as his hand landed in the back of your neck and you found yourself walking backward, the back of your knees hitting the bed, making you fall backwards. Your hands rested where his neck met his shoulder. "Luke.." You said against his lips, it didn't stop him. "Hm, Luke." You urged him off of you, pulling his face up so you could look at him. Your eyes trailed from his plump lips that to you wanted back attached to yours, but you knew you couldn't. "Whaat?" He whined again. "We can't do this is your parents room!" You whispered. "At least on of you has a brain." A new voice was in the room, making both of you shoot up off the bed to see his mom in the doorway. "Lucas expect to be sleeping on the couch for the rest if the trip." You both knew that wasn't the end of it.
Calum:Your eyes began to flutter as your mind registered awake with each passing moment. Your hands, cold against your face as you rubbed your eyes from the tiredness of the night. You couldn't remember any of it, the night was blank in your mind. All you knew was that you had went to a New Years party and now you were in a plush bed, surrounded by a duvet that was the comfiest thing you ever slept in. Your arms stretched upwards than fell to their respective sides. You found that the bed was empty on both sides, making you wonder just how big it was. You leant up on your elbows, the light from the window seemed to be shining brighter than a few moments ago. You also noticed you had only a tshirt on, someone's you didn't know. At alms of random, someone emerged from the bathroom connected to the room, you noticed it was a hotel room now and not someone's actual bedroom. "Aye, good morning." The person said, and the voice registered in your brain, you knew you remembered it. "Good morning." You replied, trying not to look the person in the face. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, seeing now that it was oversized for only you. "I hope your not leaving." The man said, sounding hurt. You lifted your head from scanning the floor for your clothes, seeing a face you'd never forget even from your drunken state the night before. "I-I I'm sorry..." You chuckled, "I don't remember anything from last night. I have no idea how I got here." He laughed, "You were pretty drunk. But the party was amazing." "Uh...did we...?" "You and me?" You nodded, seeing his face lighten, "No, don't worry. You just didn't have anywhere to go so I offered you my room." "Oh, um I guess I should thank you then. But how did I get out of my dress?" "You insisted on wearing my shirt! The whole night." His smile was something molded into your brain and you never wanted to forget it. You blushed, "I guess I should thank you in some way then?" "You already are, you promised me breakfast this morning. So let's go! I'm starved."
