Ashton: "Y/N, can you come here?" You were putting clothes away when he called for you. The air was suspiciously quiet, you could only hear your footsteps and snickers coming from who you assumed were Ashton's. As you walked into the living room the sight before you was one for the books. "Babe, do you like my new look?" He asked with the sides of his mouth spread from ear to ear. Ashton was standing with a tutu and a curly haired mess of a wig. You noticed his laptop on the couch behind him, mirroring what was going on in the room. "Are you really doing this right now?" You laughed loudly. "Yeah, they asked me to dress up." He pointed back at the computer and you shook your head, the room filled with your laughter that you just couldn't contain anymore. "But, don't I look good?" He put his hand on his head and puckering his lips, posing for you and the fans on his twitcam. You walked over to him giggling and placed a kiss on his cheek, "I would give you a proper kiss but you've got thousands of people watching you and you're dressed in a wig, so it's just a bit weird."
Michael: Your boredom was overbearing and you found yourself starring off into space for the better part of an hour. "Mikey let's do something." You groaned into your pillow. Michael's arm draped lazily around your waist as he lay on his side facing you. A smirk widened across his lips, "Like what"? He slid his hand onto your bum, making you chuckle. You wiggled out of his grip to stand from the bed. "No hah, I don't mean that," You told him, tapping your chin and pacing back and forth. Michael moved on the bed with a pillow under him, watching you intently. "Then what do you want to do? You know I'm too lazy to move." He whined and although you wanted to laugh, it was true for the both of you. "Hm, what if we did a twitcam?" "You would want to?" You nodded in response, "Sure, why not? I think it'll be fun!" You grabbed your laptop off the side table where you had been watching Netflix and set up the twitcam. "Can you at least put a shirt on? It's bad enough you already look like you have sex hair." Michael cackled, "It's nice and fresh sex hair though."
Luke: Your fingers weren't even tired as you typed in your fifth tweet to the band's twitcam in hopes that one of them would see it. Ashton was searching for a song to play, Calum was messing with Michael about something that couldn't be heard on screen and Luke was scrolling on his phone. You included every possible indirect to the boys that you could think of off the top of your head in order for them to notice you, or as your tweets said, "Can you please say 'Hi to Y/N?'" By now, you were sure you had sent over twenty tweets and you were starting to lose hope. This always happened to you, you thought to yourself thinking that you would never get a tweet from them. Just then, as if the heavens had opened up and answered your prayers, Luke looked up from his phone and spoke the words, "Hi Y/N, hope you're having a good day" and ended it with his signature cheeky smile. Your heart began beating faster and faster, was this real life? Well it was and to top it off, you got the notification with a blue check mark, saying that he followed you. Now, it felt like your heart stopped beating and you couldn't believe it. This had to have been the best day of your life.
Calum: You had slept in longer than Calum and by the time you went downstairs, you had no clue that the other boys were going to be over. "Oh shit," You commented, shocked to say the least, under your breath, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. There sat the boys in front of the computer, and there you stood behind them, but only in one of Calum's t-shirts and your underwear. "Y/N!" Calum jumped up and ran over to you, "Am I...?" "On twitcam in front of 50.000 people in your underwear? Yes." Your cheeks flushed red and Calum backed you up out of the view of the camera. "Why didn't you tell me they were coming over? I would have at least put clothes on and done my hair or something." Calum shrugged, "Eh, it's only them." "Only us, but we still saw half your girlfriends butt, which is nice by the way." Michael chimed in, making the blush on your cheeks even redder. "Uh, I'm just gonna go back upstairs. Come get me when you're done." You gave Calum a quick kiss and ran up the stairs, but not before he smacked your bottom. Little did you know that the boys had turned the camera on your too and later you found that "#Y/Nsbooty" was one of the top trends on twitter.
