Ashton: He keptit simple, yet incredibly sweet at the same time. The simple part being the bouquet of eloquent red roses on your kitchen table, surprising you by their vivid color. But as you drew closer to them, you noticed each one had its own note attached to the thorned stem. "What is this?" You pondered, taking one of the roses from the vase, carefully as to not stab your fingers. The lightness of your voice made Ashton giddy, "Just read the card!" He exclaimed, hurrying over to you. You did as he said, reading aloud, "Dinner reservations tonight. So where going to dinner tonight?" After reading you looked up at him, seeing that he was nodding his head. "Yeah, there's more. Read another one." Apprehensive at first, you hovered your hand over the vase, not sure what would come of this. "Visiting the top of the Eiffel Tower." You read another, your eyes shooting wide over at Ashton, who was still giddy and still smiling as wide as his lips could go and he looked like the joker. "They're all the dates I want us to go on." He stepped toward you, taking another rose from the vase and reading off the card like he was the teacher and you were the student, "See this one says 'scuba diving.' I know how much you want to go." Ashton grabbed the flowers from your hand and put them back in the vase. "It's like our own little bucket list for all the places we want to go." You were blushing a deep red, almost as vivid as the color of the roses. "Ashton this is so sweet." That was all you could say, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Ashton kissed the side of your head, "I can't wait to get started."
Michael: "Take-out ordered!" You called from the kitchen, stuffing the menu back into the drawer of miscellaneous items that really different have a place. "I've got the movie in." Michael replied. Originally he wanted to have an at home drive-in. Set up a projector outside with cushions surrounding you. But, that meant that the weather had to cooperate and as the bolt of lightning lit up the sky quickly followed by a loud smacking crack of thunder, it was no secret that the weather was definitely not cooperating with your places. Thus, the back-up was having a movie night in your living room. You weren't complaining about it though, it was Michael who had come up with the idea in the first place, having an at home Valentine's Day. As you made your way back into the living room, another smack of lighting flashed you jumped out of fright, almost like a cat ready to jump right on the ceiling. The thunderstorm was not letting up any time soon that was certain. But seeing Michael cuddled up in the pile of blankets and pillows suddenly made all of your fears wash away. You walked over to him, plopping down right in the spot he had saved for you like someone was going to take it. Wrapping your arms around his upper body, you hugged him tight. He was so comfortable you never wanted to let go. "Y/N what are you doing?" He chuckled, trying to playfully pry off your hands, but kept holding him. His smell, the way your arms fit around him, so many things you loved about him and about his moment. "I just love you a lot." You mumbled into his shirt, taking in his scent once more. Michael laughed again, more to himself then at you and he wiggled his arm out and secured it around you. You could stay there all night if it weren't for the disruption of the delivery guy with your food for the night.
Luke: Your relationship was still so new, yet the pressure for Valentine's Day felt like a 100lb weight resting heavily on your shoulders and chest. The entire day you were so nervous to see if Luke would even acknowledge what day it was. The thought running it's away in and out of your mind almost every minute. It was one of those things that you knew you shouldn't be thinking about so much, but then just ended up thinking about it more and more. As the day loomed on, you were getting surer that he really had forgotten or didn't think it was a big deal. It was bothering you immensely how much you seemed hurt by it and you kept telling yourself the same thing over and over again, how your relationship was still new and unsure. It was now 8 o'clock and you were trying not to think much about it. Plopping in a movie to pass the time, the more time passed the closer it was to the dreaded day being over and done with. As soon as you got comfortable on the couch there was a light knock at your door. Immediately your mind showed a picture of Luke, standing there with a box of chocolates and a teddy bear. But when you opened the door, you only saw a small pile of roses right at your feet. You counted them in your head, only 11 lay there and you peered up and down the hallway to see the remnants of anyone, yet no sign of anyone. There was no note on them or anything. A mysterious gesture by a stranger, was the conclusion you were coming to. Not even four minutes later and another knock at your door. Now you were thinking it was a sick joke. "I don't know what kind of joke you think this is..." You opened the door and Luke was smiling holding a single rose and a piece of paper in his hand. "Luke?" He cleared his throat, "Roses are red. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, and so are you." Luke held out the single rose with a light pink blush upon his cheeks. You were trying your best to hide the smirk on your face. It was the cutest Valentine you had ever had.
Calum: You had enthused to Calum your want to do absolutely nothing on the day and he gladly obliged. He was going to the studio for a writing session and you had plans with your mother. At least that's what you told him. All along you were planning to surprise him by taking him on a lunch rendezvous, wearing your most favorite lingerie underneath your dress to impress him all the more. You were parked outside of the studio, leaning against your car with your ear to your phone, waiting for him to answer. "Yes Y/N?" He answered and you could hear the smile on his face. "Mr. Hood, there is a surprise for you outside of the studio you are in." You were grinning from ear to ear, loving every second of this. "Oh really?" His smile quickly turned into a smirk, "What kind of surprise may I ask?" You looked down at your feet, "Well, I'm wearing a dress." "Mhm?" "Heels." Calum chuckled, "Anything else?" "There may be something less appropriate for public. But you'll have to come out side to see that." You could hear the shuffling around on his end and you knew within minutes he would be joining you outside. You were still on the phone when you saw him strolling outside, pacing his way toward you. "Hi." You smirked. Calum grinned, placing his hands low on your waist and his lips on yours for a longing kiss. "What kind of rendezvous are you thinking about?" "We have lunch reservations at the restaurant down the street." You told him with an excited smile plastered on your face. You were serious about the lunch, but Calum looked a bit disappointed. None-the-less, he went to the lunch and did enjoy it. The entire time you were playing with him, stroking his arm, giving him kisses on the cheek, even a little game of footsies. "There will be more waiting for you when you get home." You told him as you leaned against the car, a mirror image of where he first found you. "Will it involve you in the clothing less appropriate for public?" Calum rubbed your arms. "You'll just have to wait to get home now won't you?" Not more than two hours Calum was home and you were showing off your lingerie.
