Ashton: Ashton has one of the biggest hearts out of anyone you know and it made you wonder if there was anyone special that he had his eye on to share his heart with. "I come bearing pizza." You sing-songed, skipping into his room holding the box of extra cheesy pizza. Ashton looked up at you and grinned, he was elated to learn that not all of his bandmates had gone out to eat without him. "What made you stay in tonight?" You asked while plopping down next to him. When you opened the box, the savory scent of the pizza sauce hovered around the room. Ashton shrugged, "I just wasn't feeling go-y out-y." He told you laughing. "Ah, I see." You raised your eyebrows in agreement. Thirty minutes later, the pizza box is half empty and your sat across Ashton playing a little game of truth or dare from an app you found. "Okay okay, so I have weird toes, I get it!" You commented in between a few chuckles, while Ashton on the other hand couldn't stop laughing. "Alright!" You dragged on with a grin, "It's my turn." The grin turned into a smirk. "Truth or dare?" Ashton rubbed his chin playfully, "I'll go with truth." You brought your phone up to your face and hit the shuffle button on the truth questions, the perfect one coming to the screen, "Do you have a crush on anyone right now?" You asked, your eyes going wide and playful like a cat playing with yarn. Ashton became silent, his eyes looking everywhere around the room but at you. "What?" You asked light-heartedly, thinking the question would be a one-and-done with an answer. "There is someone." He said quietly. "Well?" You urged, finding that you needed to know his answer more than you understand why. "You know, I'm actually getting tired-" "Ash! Come on! You can't quit the game like that. You're being a sore loser." You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Just answer the question. It's not that big of a deal." "You." He said right after you finished your mini-rant. "What?" You said, now in a shocked whisper. "It's you. Who I have a crush on, you. Are you happy that I answered your stupid question?" Ashton grabbed the pizza box and held it out to you, "Now, if you don't mind I'd like to get some sleep." He was avoiding any and all contact with you, basically shooing you out of his room. You were at a loss for words at the moment. If he was serious, then why was his so bitter?
Michael: He was hesitant about his feelings for you. They were so strong that it felt like he was on a sinking ship doing down after one minor blow. The water came rushing around him and as his heart skipped beats, he realized that it was only his strong feelings for you. Michael could write songs and perform them in front of thousands of people and on live television, but he couldn't tell you the one thing that gave him that little bit of extra hope to get through the day. He loved how you got along with everyone and made everyone feel welcomed in a room in any conversation. He loved the way you yawned after waking up for an early studio session and how you always gave 110% at everything you did because you've only known to do that. He loved how you were you. Could Michael tell you this? Spill the beans on what was his most kept secret? Of course not. Maybe in another world or universe you two were together, but his fear for his feelings really did scare the shit out of him and they got worse, too. As the days would pass he would find himself blushing more, stumbling upon his words more often, the others noticed this too. He was surprised you didn't notice even notice it yet. The little things he did, like bring you your coffee in the morning or how he would only want to sit next to you at meals or how he always wanted to hang-out with you or make sure you were ok. There was just no hiding his feelings for you, and he hoped you would just figure it out without him having to tell you without actually speaking the words to your face because that would be a blushing, fumble mess all in itself.
Luke: "Has Y/N gotten here yet?" He asked Ashton as they all waited in John's hotel room. "Y/N this, Y/N that." Someone joked, but he didn't pay attention to who it was. All he could worry about was you. It was your first red carpet as the new member of 5 Seconds of Summer so everything had to be perfect. The boys always represented that perfect mixture of "Pop meets Punk 2000's" so therefore you did as well. Someone had set up a rack of choices for you in your hotel room all sorting some type of leather or plaid. There was one outfit in particular that had caught your eye, it was a leather dress with a low v-neck and small spaghetti straps. It came to your mid-thigh and paired with one of the metallic pumps, was perfect. Your hair looked un-kept, but in the fashion that it looked good. Your makeup was a dark plum smokey-eye, making your eye color pop. As you made your way down the hallway your nerves got the best of you and you kept thinking if you would make a full of yourself and trip or if the wind would blow your dress up and embarrass you. "Y/N..." Luke noticed you right away, immediately standing and rushing over to you. "You look beautiful." The only other person he has ever said that too was his mom when his was much littler. "Thanks..." You blushed, not able to find other words to use. "Alright you too lovebirds lets get going. You can do googly eyes at each other on the way there." It was quite embarrassing, having someone point out the fact that you two were, let's say, lost in the moment for a bit, but when Luke held out his arm for you to take and walk with him, those googly eyes were the only thing you could do.
Calum: Of course he was in love with you, who wouldn't be if they knew you? He also knew it couldn't be because you were his bandmate, his friend, he couldn't love you because it would screw everything up. What if you would get into a relationship and then break up? That would be like the splitting up and he could never do that, this band was his life. He also couldn't hide it anymore, his thought process told him that if he would just tell you, then there would be one less thing to worry about and you could both go along your day and just be friends. "Uh, Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?" You were on the tour bus on your way to the next show on tour. If he wanted to make it private, the only space was the back of the bus where Michael usually was playing video games or sleeping. You only nodded at him, thinking nothing of the conversation ahead of you and how serious it actually was. Luckily, Michael wasn't back there, so he wouldn't have to kick him out. Calum sat down on the u-shaped couch and patted the spot next to him for you to sit down as well. "What's up?" You asked, popping the "p". "I just uh-I have to tell you something." He picked at the stitching on the cushion. "Okay..." You exaggerated the word making Calum grin and finally lift his head up so he could look at you when he told you. "I, well Y/N." He sucked in a breath, "I have feelings for you." Feelings was an understatement, but the only thing he could find in his jumbled mind at the moment. "You what?" The fact he had the guts to tell you was definitely one for the record books. "I have feelings for you. Really strong feelings." And as he said it more, he was sure of it and surely glad he told you. "Cal..." You began with a sigh, "This- we can't be a thing. You know that right? It would just make everything so complicated." You could see the disappointment radiating off of him and soon it would fill the bus. "I-I'm sorry." And you left him, right in the back of the bus.
