5SOS Preferences

Fights.

Found this one on Tumblr but thought you might enjoy it:)

Ashton: 

You sigh of relief as you drop your four shopping bags on the floor. You had been at the mall for hours with two of your closest friends and now all you want to do now is to lay down on the couch and relax until you fall asleep. The muscles in your legs and arms ache as you make your way into the kitchen to get some water before going into the living room. When you enter the kitchen, the room is dim with candles being the only source of light except for one window and you frown out of confusion. You can vaguely smell the scent of the spaghetti on the able, which is most likely cold by now.  "Shit."  You mutter when you catch a glance of the date at the calendar.  "You finally decided to show up, huh?"  Ashton speaks from behind you and you whip around to face him. He's raising his eyebrows at you, seeing if you have a retort to come with, but you can easily detect the hurt behind his behavior.  "Ash, I-"  You start, your mind hastily trying to think of an excuse.  "You know, we agreed on this date three weeks ago. I started planning it the same day because I wanted it to be perfect."  His face turns to face the floor for a brief second before meeting your gaze again. Your stomach tightens.  "I know! And I'm sorry. I was at the mall."  You nearly slap yourself when the words leave your mouth. Ashton scoffs.  "Oh, so you'd rather spend the day at the mall than having a date with your boyfriend? I'd really appreciate it if you told me next time so I won't have to waste my time on planning it."  "Ashton, that's not fair! You know I want to spend time with you. I just forgot about it, okay? Stop making me the bad guy!"  Ashton throws his arms up in exclamation, sighing loudly.  "I'm not! But it hurts that you forgot because I spent a lot of time and effort on this. I wanted us to have a really nice day together before I leave for tour again!"  You close your eyes, inhaling deeply as you try to swallow the sudden lump in your throat. Seeing Ashton hurt is one of the worst things you know and it's ten times worse when you're the one that caused it.  "Hey, no, don't cry. I'm sorry, baby. Please don't cry."  He steps closer, pulling you into his arms effortlessly. Resting your head on his chest, you listen to his steady heartbeat.  "I should say sorry. You did nothing wrong. I'm sorry I forgot our date. By the looks of it, I think it'd be pretty amazing."  Ashton chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.  "I think we just had our first fight, babe. And I really don't like fighting with you."

Calum: 

You're on your way downstairs to ask Calum if you should start with dinner when you overhear him mentioning your name. Curiosity gets the best if you and you come to an abrupt stop being the corner.  Even though you can already feel the guilt gnaw on your conscious, you can't help yourself and listen closely as his continues his conversation Luke who had come over earlier.  "I don't know, dude. I don't know how to tell her."  You hear Luke clear his throat and the couch squeaking, so you imagine him shifting uncomfortably.  "It's better to just tell her politely than for her to find out some other way."  Pursing your lips, you wreck your brain trying to find out what they could be talking about. You know it's about you, but from the little pieces of conversation you've heard, it can be anything.  "Cal, you can't keep pretending that you like her food forever."   You stumble out from behind the curve of the wall, too shocked to notice that you just gave away your hiding place.  "What?"  Calum whips around at the sound of your strangled word. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights but then his expression changes in the matter of a brief second.  "Were you just eavesdropping?"  Your mind is hazy with confusion, but you're able to gather yourself enough to come with a retort.   "Don't turn this around on me! I was going to ask if I should start on dinner and then I heard you say my name."  Calum raises an eyebrow, silently telling you that you just proved his point.  "Which is the same thing as eavesdropping! Y/N, I'm allowed to talk to my friends about you."  Your teeth latch onto your bottom lip. The two of you had never really had a fight before.  "Yes, you are. But I prefer if they were nice things! If there's something you don't like about me then why won't you tell me? Or go find someone better?"  "Because I don't fucking want anyone else! Why do you think I've kept this to myself for five months? Just the fact that you ask to cook dinner for us when you're at my apartment makes me fall even harder for you."  You can't help the smile making its way to your lips or the sudden warm blush covering your cheeks. Inhaling shakily, you relish the feeling of him feeling the same as you.  You bite your lip again.  "I guess you don't want me to cook dinner now though."  Calum raises his eyebrows, bursting into fits of laughter. With a wide grin, he strides across the floor and pulls you into his arms.  Luke clears his throat and you suddenly become aware that he's still there.  "I'm... Gonna go now. Please don't fight again anytime soon."  And then he's out the door, leaving you and Calum laughing loudly.

Luke: 

You can't help the smile making its way to your lips when you notice Luke talking with your cousin. The two of you were at your aunt and uncle's house, celebrating one of your cousins' sixth birthday. Luke knew your parents well, but the rest of your family is another thing. He had maybe met them once or twice before so it's really nice to see him actually get along with them.  "So, how's your relationship with Luke going? How long have you been together now?"  Your grandmother asks.  "Four months now and it's going really great! I'm really happy with him."  She smiles.  "And his band?"  You grin, thinking of their last concert.  "His band is going great too! They're kinda slow but they're finally going somewhere now."  Your grandma and you keep talking about everything and anything and before you know it, it's time to eat. You're about to join everyone when you notice Luke is gone. After wandering aimlessly, you finally find him outside on the backyard porch.  "Babe, what are you doing here?"  He whips around to look at you.  "Just needed some time alone. It isn't everyday you hear your girlfriend practically calling your band shit."  Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to wreck your brain for a reason for him to say what he did.  "What are you talking about, Luke?"  "I heard you talking to your grandmother. According to you the band is slow and finally going somewhere."  You almost choke on the silent gaps escaping you. Shaking your head, you mumble out protests.  "Luke, no. I mean, yes, I said that. And when you say it know it sounds so wrong but that's not how I meant it, I swear!"  Luke scoffs, jolting up from the porch so fast that the surprise nearly knocks you off of your feet.  "Then what the fuck did you mean, Y/N? It sounded pretty clear to me."  You reach for his hand but to no avail. Biting your bottom lip, you carefully go through each word and choose them wisely. This was your first fight as a couple and so far, you never want to fight again.  "I meant that you were slow as in taking your time. You've worked so hard on this album, but it hasn't even been released yet. And now after two years of working your butts off, it's finally happening. Your dreams are coming through. I used the word finally because you guys deserve this so much, but it's taken so long."  Nearly before you're done speaking, Luke has pulled you into his arms and is murmuring apologies into your hair. The two of you quickly agree not to fight again anytime soon. 

Michael:

"Hey, babe. I'm home."  Michael calls out and you can hear the front door slam shut.  You try to tame the butterflies in your stomach at him using the word home - it still feels so surreal - because you're mad at him. The two of you recently moved into together in his apartment and so far everything is perfect. You hear the padding of his feet entering the kitchen and you prepare yourself to confront him. "Babe?" He prompts, obviously waiting for your warm and cheerful welcome. You turn around slowly, hoping you look as angry and upset as you feel.  "So I'm a neat freak?"  You raise your eyebrows at him. Michael had just been in a live interview, which you had watched, where they talked about the two of you recently moving in together. It had stirred quite the fuss in the media because the two of you have only been dating for five months. His eyes widen and you know he's suddenly realized what he told the interviewer about you.  "Babe, no-"  "Then why the hell would you say that to the whole world, Michael? Now everyone is going to think I'm this neat freak who doesn't let you do anything!"  Michael frowns and by his furrowed eyebrows, you can easily see that he's thinking of a comeback.  "No, they won't-"  "Yes, they will! I've seen what the not-so-dedicated fans can do, Michael. Just look at Melinda. Calum says she gets hate almost everyday and half of the time, the stuff isn't even true!"  Michael inhales shakily, closing his eyes shut for a brief second.  "That doesn't mean it will happen to you though! You're so paranoid. You know being with me will cause the fans to be rude. You knew that when you fucking got involved with me!"  Biting your lip, you shake your head and dash past him into the living room. The fact that he wouldn't even apologize for what he said and rather fight with you bothered you more than it probably should. For a relationship to be healthy, you need to fight occasionally, right? You just hate fighting in general and this being your first ever fight with Michael isn't any better at all. It's worse, actually.  It scares you. What if the two of you break up? You've fallen hard for Michael in a very shot amount of time and even now, you don't know what you would do without him. He's your rock. You need him.  "Hey, don't fucking walk away from me!"  You whip around to look at him, ignoring the burning tears on your cheeks.  "Why won't you just apologize? The hate on Twitter I can take, but the fact that my boyfriend even won't apologize for calling me a neat freak in a worldwide and live interview hurts!"  Michael's angry façade crumples and he has you in his arms by seconds. He's whispering apologies and stupid things he's done in interviews, which has got you laughing in no time