#165- Don't Stop by 5SOS Song Preference
by lucasflower on tumblr (I'll be posting her Don't Stop EP Series preferences cuz currently writers block)
Ashton: "You want I'll take you there, you tell me when and where."
"You know when we were kids," Ashton mentioned one day when you were Face Timing him as he was on tour, "and you said... Actually wait there a second." You found yourself staring at the ceiling of the tour bus as his footsteps faded away, returning a few seconds later as once again he pointed the camera towards his now grinning face.
"What?" You questioned, laughing at his giddy state. Almost simultaneously he waved a piece of paper in front of the camera, covered in writing that you couldn't read. "Ash, what is it?"
"You always used to talk about how you wanted to go to Disney World and I kept joking about taking you there, so when I get back..."
"Ashton, are you serious?" You gasped, your hand covering your smile as he removed the paper from your vision so that you could see him.
"It's all booked." He beamed proudly, the corner of his eyes creasing as he giggled.
"Thank you, Ashton." You said, more than delighted and excited for the trip already. "Damn, I can't hug you right now." You pouted, wishing you could do something more than just saying 'thank you' for his kindness.
"Well, you can hug me in Disney World." He winked, the exhilaration causing you to cover your face with your hand as you squealed with joy.
Luke: "Every day it's the same all the games that you play, back and forth round and round, kind of like it this way."
"For fucks sake Luke, stop being a dick." You moaned, trying to step around your old friend as he blocked the entrance of your college dorm.
"I'll move, on one condition," he smirked, looking down at your irritated expression from where he towered over you, "come out with me tonight."
You raised your eyebrows, letting out a sigh before replying, "Fine. Whatever, just let me go up to my room."
"It's a date." He cockily winked, moving to the side but keeping his arm on the doorframe so that you had to duck under him to get past.
A few hours later you heard series of quiet knocks on your door, brushing your hands through your hair once more before opening it. Luke smiled at you as you, not so subtly, looked him up and down – clothed in his signature black skinny jeans, but also a smart button-up shirt. He seemed to do the same: blue eyes scanning over your figure as you, suddenly feeling somewhat nervous, fiddled with the hem of your dress. "You look lovely, (y/n)." He sincerely smiled, taking the door and holding it open for you.
As you walked through the narrow corridor of your dorm his large hand rested on the small of your back, but quickly fell to be positioned on your backside, a cheeky smile appearing on his face as he returned to his notable mischievous former personality.
Michael: "You've got me thinking, that we can run away."
Atop the covers, you and Michael led side by side, the pair of you feeling heavy eyelids after the long day. His rough fingers played with your softer ones which rested by your side as you quietly spoke and anything and everything.
"Tired." Michael finally mumbled, turning his head so that his voice was slightly muffled by your hair. You simply hummed in response, turning to face him and sleepily throwing an arm around his waist. "Sometimes I wish we could just stop it all, you know? No tours. No rehearsals. No recording... Just us." He whispered, almost oblivious to the fact that he was voicing his innermost thoughts. "We could just run away. Be alone, but together."
When you tilted your head to look at him his eyes were shut, his lips forming a small smile as if he were dreaming although his fingers tracing shapes into the bare skin where your t-shirt had risen slightly told you otherwise. You kept silent in case he wished to continue. "But we can't." He ultimately muttered, pulling you even closer to his body. And after that he stayed quiet, minutes later, faint snores escaping his sleepy mouth. It left you to wonder: what did he mean? Did he really mean it, or was it just a sleep-induced idea never to be thought of again?
Calum: "Everybody wants to take you home tonight, but I'm going to find a way to make you mine."
Today was the day of the long awaited album release, and so the band had thrown a small party to celebrate their success. A small venue had been hired and the party was slowly getting started as more and more people arrived. The boys had been advised to mingle, Calum taking your hand and pulling you round the room with him as he talked, received congratulations and introduced you to many people. It was clear that the boy:girl ratio was off, and many eyes were on you in your fairly short black dress that seemed to suit you perfectly. This absolutely did not go unnoticed by Calum, who kept a tight grip on your waist as the two of you sauntered around the room.
Soon the majority of the party-goers were tipsy, and this certainly didn't help the previously mentioned glances and you could almost always feel someone's eyes stalking over your body. A somewhat angry Calum pulled you to the side of the room, your back pressed against the wall as he whispered next to your ear, "I don't like the way people are looking at you. You're mine." His lips briefly found yours in a quick yet firm kiss, his hands squeezing at your waist before he pulled away, taking your hand in his and heading across the room for another drink.
