5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

34- Jealousy (pt 1)

*warning: mature language in use*
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ASHTON: You sat on a bar stool in yours and Ashton's small kitchen, fingers tracing down a passed-out Luke's spine. "C'mon, Y/N, can I at least take one? The fans will absolutely love it!"

"No, Michael! Don't take pictures of him; the poor thing is going to be terribly hung-over from the club you boys dragged him out to," you replied, looking at the sleeping boy who was drooling on the counter.

"I'm still going to tweet about it," Michael huffed.

Just then, Ashton and Calum came back from the store with the over-the-counter medicine you'd ask them to get for Luke. "Oh my gosh, you guys are great. While I put this out for him on the bedside table, Ash, can you drag him to the guestroom for me?"

Ashton huffed--all the boys seemed to think that was the way to respond to you tonight--and did as you asked. When he got Luke fully into the guest bed, you thanked him and then sat beside Luke on the bed, making sure his sleeping figure was comfortable. "Michael is such a dick," you giggled.

"Y/N," Ashton said, "the boys and I are going to watch a movie; do you want to cuddle?"

"I'm going to make sure Luke's okay first."

"Fine, okay, do whatever," Ashton grumbled.

"Wait, woah, hold on a second, Irwin," you calmly demanded. "What is with the attitude tonight? Because I don't know what I've done wrong to deserve it." Ashton's hazel eyes didn't make contact with yours. "Are you jealous because I'm nursing Luke so he doesn't have a killer hangover when he wakes up?" He still didn't say anything. "Wow, Ashton, I love you so damn much, but this is ridiculous. I'd do this if it was you or one of the other boys because I care about all of you, but just because I'm helping one of your friends doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with you."

With his head still ducking down, he walked out of the room. You rolled your eyes and grabbed Luke a bottle of water to go with the pills, then went for a walk to let off some steam.

MICHAEL: "Hey, babe," you said as your tired boyfriend strode into the master-suite. Dog-earing the page in your book and setting it down on the nightstand, you gave him all of your attention. "Where did you end up going tonight?"

"Out with the boys."

"And where did the boys go tonight?"

"Out with me," Michael replied, sitting on the edge of your shared king-sized bed and taking his black shoes off at the heel with the toe of the other foot before kicking them into the open closest in the master suite. He hung his army jacket back up on his side of the walk-in closet and stepped into the bathroom.

You threw the covers back and leaned your shoulder against the doorway to the bathroom. "Alright, Clifford, enough with being a smartass and avoiding the question. Where were you?"

"How about you tell me where you were, Y/N! Because you told me yesterday that you were going to be out with your friends and that is not what the fans' twitters were showing."

You scoffed, "Michael, if you're talking about when I was out with Y/BFF/N's brother yesterday, you don't really think I cheated on you, do you?"

"Of course I don't think you cheated on me with him," Michael replied, letting the rest of his thoughts fade out.

"Then why are you being such a dick?" You crossed your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him. His eyes looked down at his shoes. "You're not... jealous... are you?" Your frown turned into a smirk.