5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

35- Jealousy (pt2)

ASHTON: The first thing you hear when you get back from your walk was the TV playing in the livingroom, so you got a bottle of water from the kitchen and stood in the entryway, eyes seeing a defeated Ashton with his elbows on his thighs, his head in his hands.

You sit down beside him, rubbing his back with your fingertips and feel his uneven breathing in the way his body trembles. "Ash?"

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whimpers, sniffling. "I'm sorry I was jealous. I'm so afraid of losing you that I--"

"Woah, Ashton, baby. You're not going to lose me. As long as you want me, I'm yours, love. I'm not going to leave you. I'm the one that's not like the others," you assured him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him into you.

He breathed heavy, taking in the smell of sweat and that morning's perfume. "I'm so sorry, Y/N," he breathed. "I'm so sorry."

You kissed the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair and rested your head where you kissed him. "Ash, it's fine, baby, seriously. I love you, and if you really think about it, it shows how much you really love me and how could that ever be a bad thing?"

"I love you so much, Y/N, and I am so sorry."

MICHAEL: "Y/N," Michael groaned. "It's been three days; you can knock it off now."

"Does my persistence make you feel a little bit... jealous, Michael?" You asked poking his side.

"Oh my god, babe, yes! Yes, I was jealous and yes, it was stupid and yes, I won't do it again!" He threw his hands up into the air and tossed his head back.

"I love you," you laughed. You took him by surprise, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. "I think you're cute when you're jealous. And I promise I'm done making fun of you for it. You're just even cuter when you're embarrassed and annoyed."

"If that's the case, can I make you angry before often because it makes you really sexy."

"I'm very hypocritical. Don't you dare make me angry, Clifford, or you'll have to hope your hand is anywhere as sexy as me."

"I still have the pictures in my phone," he winked.

"You were supposed to delete those after tour!"

CALUM: You come down from the bedroom, wrapped in a blanket you pulled off the bed and made your way into the music room where you heard the sweet humming of the bass you'd always loved. Quietly, you pushed the door open and went to sit on the couch beside Calum, tucking your legs under you and laying your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and just listening to him.

"Y/N, baby, I'm so sorry," he finally said.

"Cuddle?" You asked.

He layed his bass beside the couch, opening his arms and letting you fall into them. "I didn't meant to lash out like that or scare you, babe."

"I know, Calum," you said, nuzzling your head further into his chest, buried in one of his many "Drop Dead" shirts. "I know you trust me."

"I started writing you a song..." He leaned over, picking up his bass and resting it on your body, securing you between his arms.

The fragile melody of the song he started writing for you came from the four strings and you pressed a kiss to the bicep keeping you where you were before drifting of to sleep right there, muttering an "I love you."

LUKE: You were greeted at the door to your apartment by the smell of something burning. You coughed, waving the smoke away.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Y/N," Luke said, waving a magazine over the stove to get the smoke out the kitchen window before the alarms went off.

Pots and pans were everywhere, spaghetti sauce scattered along the stove and countertops. Luke stood defeated in the kitchen, wearing your apron that said "Mrs." in hot pink on top of black and white polka-dots. "Luke, what was all this about?" You ask, voice surprisingly calm.

"I was trying to make you dinner to say I'm sorry for being jealous but, unless you wanna eat charcoal for dinner, didn't work out."

"I mean, I guess it's the thought that counts, but we should probably call the pizza place to deliver."

"Yeah, I'll get on that," he said, untying your apron and taking it off over his head. "But I'm really sorry about ruining our after-tour reunion because I was jealous."

"It's fine, but I don't know what you're worried about. You've already got me, Hemmo," you smiled, holding up your left hand and admiring the diamond ring he put on your finger.