Luke: "Honey, I'm home", you heard Luke say. "In the kitchen!", you smiled. You enjoyed that he was getting home late from the studio and you were getting earlier from your job to make him . "That smells nice", you heard his voice closer to you. "Thank you", you smiled, turning around to press a kiss to his lips. "And I bought this for you", he grinned, handing you a of various flowers. taking it in your hands and smelling the of the flowers, "They're beautiful". "Don't I deserve a kiss for it?", he gave you the puppy dog eyes. "Fine", you rolled your eyes smirking, pulling him down by his shirt and giving him a long, . "I should give you flowers more often", he smirked once you pulled away.
Ashton: You were waiting for Ashton to pick you up for your second date, extremely happy that he wanted to go out with you again. In your eyes, your first date went perfect: he told you about his band, his family, his dreams and you told him about your family, your dreams, your passion for flowers ever since you were little - which was something you talked about for quite awhile. As the doorbell rang, you quickly checked yourself in the mirror once more, making sure you were perfect before you answered the door: "Hi". "Hey", he replied, smiling and flashing you those cute dimples, "These are for you", he handed you a bouquet of roses. "You remembered", you smiled, taking them in your hands and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you!". "Of course I remembered!", he laughed, "And I'm glad you liked them". "I'm just going to put them on water and then we can go", you smiled, falling harder and harder for that boy.
Michael: You and Michael had argued again, but this time he stormed off, leaving you alone in your shared flat. The hours went by and there was no signal from him, no calls, texts, tweets. Nothing. As your anger faded, you started to worry, calling him again and again, hoping that he'd pick up sometime. You lied down on the couch, remembering every word you didn't mean to say, every word he said to you. You didn't want this to be the end, but it looked like it. "(Y/N)?", you suddenly heard Michael's voice and a door closing. "Michael? Where have you been?!", you asked, standing up from the couch and walking over to where he was. "I'm sorry", he said, handing you a bouquet of . "I'm sorry too", you bit your lip, taking the bouquet from his hands. "On our first date I gave you a single , and it represented how hard I was falling for you. Now I'm giving you a bouquet with twenty sunflowers to represent how my love for you has increased. I love you", he looked down. "I love you too", you wrapped your arms around him, enveloping him in a hug.
Calum: "He loves he, he loves me not", you sighed, taking petals off the flowers like a little kid did. "You need to get over him, (Y/N)", your best friend, Calum, said. "But he's so perfect", you smiled, thinking about his smile. "And he doesn't give a damn about you". "Did you need to remind me?", you angrily asked, dropping the flower. "Yeah, I did. Because you're wasting your time thinking about that douche", he shrugged. "Well that douche is the man I love", you exclaimed. "Have you ever had a conversation with him?", Calum raised an eyebrow. "Well, no...", you trailed off. "Then you can't love him", he finished. "But who sent me these flowers then?", you asked, looking over to the bouquet that was now in a vase with water. "What do you mean 'who sent me these flowers, then?'. Are you incapable of looking to the world and seeing that there are other boys out there and that those other boys might want to send you flowers?", Calum stood up, seeming to get inspired, "I sent you those flowers, (Y/N), because I'm in love with you and I can't stand to see you cry about a stupid guy. And I also can't stand to stay in a room with you and have the urge to kiss you but not being able to do anything. I -", you interrupted him, crashing your lips to his, "Thank you", you smiled, blushing.
