Ashton
You're like perfection some kind of holiday
You got me thinking that we could run away
You want, I'll take you there, you tell me where and when
Ashton was mesmerized by you that night. Every movement your body took, his eyes were adjusting to follow them. He had been thinking about you all night; just simply talking to you could make his head tell all different kind of stories. Ashton knew he had to—someone like you wouldn't be available for long and he didn't want to risk never seeing you again. Through all the admiring he had been doing from afar and the stories that played in his head, he worried that someone had already claimed you. Not that you were a prize, but you were definitely a gem he wanted all to himself. Finally he picked himself up and strolled over to you, "Hey," He put on his award winning smile, "I'm Ashton," but soon forgot what words were when you turned around and he saw your beautiful face up close. "Hi," You spoke confidently, "I'm Y/N." You stuck out your hand, giggling as Ashton wiped his palm on his hand from the sweat. He shook your hand and like he guess, his mind began telling stories. "So what brings you here tonight?" You asked, striking up the conversation about the party before you. Ashton shrugged, "Just looking for a fun night out." He told you, leaning his elbow against the counter, "And you?" You took a sip of your drink, quickly swallowing the liquid, "Looks like we already have something in common," You smirked, earning a chuckle from him. The both of you grew silent for a moment, you looking out to the crowd and Ashton looking at you. "Would you maybe wanna get out of here?" You finally asked, tilting your head. He bit the inside of his cheek, "Where would we go?" You shrugged, laughing slightly, "Don't know yet," You finished your drink, "but I do know that I'm starving and have a buzz. So are you coming?" Ashton had only thought about knowing someone like you, and now that he did, he would let you take him wherever and whenever you went.
Michael
But then I asked for your number said you don't have a phone
It's getting late now I gotta let you go
Everybody wants to take you home tonight
I'm gonna find a way to make you mine
Michael heard your voice from across the bar as you shooed away yet again another hopeful suitor. He could distinctively pick it out your voice because moments before he had just asked of your number. You had been trying to keep away from all of the creeps around, but your methods seemed to be failing. You felt like a broken record, repeating over and over again of the words "no" and "sorry, not tonight" would it ever end? Apparently not, the last hopeful suitor didn't understand what no meant. "Oh come one sweetheart. I see you're lonely, why don't you let me join you?" The man urged, "Two shots please." He instructed the bartender and you were quick to decline, "No, really I'm ok." You emphasized the no, yet he still didn't understand. The bartender slid one shot into the man's hand and set the other in front over you. You rolled your eyes, spinning around on the stool and hopping down, "Where are you going?" The man downed his shot and quickly strode behind you. You groaned at his persistency as you walked to the end of the bar, prepared to end your night of drinking. Michael witnessed the whole charade and thought of something quick that would both save you from this latest creep and would win you over. When you walked closer to him, he jumped to his feet, "Honey, where have you been all night I was worried about you." You were a bit weary, but then he whispered, "Just go with it," and you nodded. "Sorry, I was waiting for you to get here, honey..." You smirked at the words coming out of your mouth. The man that had been following you around looked at you both stunned, "You didn't say you had boyfriend.." He stuttered, making you and Michael laugh. Michael put an arm around your waist, "And what were you doing with my girlfriend?" He warned the man as threatening as he could sound. "Uh-uh nothing.." Awkwardly, the man twisted around and walked off. You moved out of Michael's grip, turning to face him. "Thank you so much, that guy would not leave me alone!" He chuckled, "No problem" "Let me buy you a drink." You demanded, wanting to repay him. "What about not wanting anything to do with men tonight?" He inquired. "I guess I could make an exception," You chimed and Michael new he had won for the night.
Luke
You got me close now sweat I can taste it
You got me tongue tied I can't escape it
I'm loving what you got but then you push me off
"Do you wanna get out of here?" You purred into his ear, watching his blue eyes look at you innocently. Luke wasn't innocent at all, but he knew how to play the part. The club was raging with people everywhere yet all you wanted to do was take Luke all for yourself anywhere you could. With a slight nod to his head, you grabbed Luke's hand and pulled him away from the club, walking all the way to your car and ignoring anyone on your way there. You pushed him against the side of your car, his teeth biting his lip ring. "I've wanted you all night, you have no idea." You groaned against his lips, placing your hands on his chest. You kept your lips hovered over his, smirk growing on both of your faces. "So what?" He toyed, egging you on. You growled, closing the gap between your lips, moving yours in sync with his. A light moan left his mouth and you felt the coldness of his lip ring as you increased the make out session. His hands roamed your body and both of yours tangled at the back of his neck with his smaller hairs that were there. He reached behind him, searching for the door handle. Once he found it, he leaned forward, opening the door for you both to get in. He detached is lips against yours and crawled into the backseat of the car, pulling you in with him. You slammed the door shut once you were inside and fell back into him, lips latching together and leaning him back so he was laying down on the seat and you were straddling his waist. Since he was so long, there wasn't much room form him to spread out in the back seat. His hands rested on your lower waist and the car temperature increased indefinitely. You pulled away from him, sitting up to catch your breath. You wiped your forehead from the sheen of sweat in result of your actions. "Hey Y/N.." Luke caught your attention. "Yeah?" You replied out of breath. "Are we in the right car?" You peeked down at him, raising and eyebrow then looking around the car. On the floor of the car you noticed somebody's briefcase, you scanned the entire car, noticing now that this wasn't the car you arrived in. "Shit..." You muttered, making Luke chuckle. You reached over to open the door, but Luke stopped you, "Whoa where are you going?" "Luke we can't do it in somebody else's car." "We'll just do a quickie.." You smirked, "Well I'm not going to oblige to that."
Calum
Don't stop doin' what you're doin'
Every time you move to the beat
It gets harder for me
And you know it, know it, know it
The new single had just released and you had it already on your Top 25 Most Played playlist on iTunes. Calum had been busy with a show that day, leaving you home alone for the majority of the day and night. It was the perfect opportunity to tidy up a bit. But cleaning always turned into a jam fest where you blasted music and danced around the room like any other time. You grabbed your speakers, plugged in your phone and began your playlist as loud as it could go. You had no clue when Calum would get back so you wanted to get as much done as possible. But as your playlist kept going on shuffle, song after song, you found yourself getting distracted and putting on a show for the imaginary people that were in your living room. By now you hadn't even finished dusting, instead you were definitely getting your cardio work out with a different dance move to each song. As if on cue, Don't Stop came on and a wide smile grew on your face. To say you loved this song was a total understatement and you estimated that this was probably the 68th time you were listening to the song. You sang loud and proud with the duster in your hand, feet making up some dance move, and hips swaying to the song. "Don't stop doin' what you're doin'" You sang into the duster, laughing as the feathers tickled the tip of your nose. "Well well what do we have here?" Calum chuckled, walking through the front door seeing your dancing around. You skipped over to him, continuing to sing along with the song, "Every time you move to the beat it gets harder for me.." Calum grabbed your hand that held up the make-shift microphone and began singing along with you, "And you know it, know it, know it." He pulled a funny face and began shaking his bum to the beat of the song, making you throw your head back in laughter. From then on, every time this song came, you considered it Calum and yours jam.
