5SOS Preferences and awkwardness

27: 'Robbers' The 1975

Calum:

"She had a face straight out a magazine

God only knows but you'll never leave her"

You were too good for him- he knew that.

But he refused to let you go, he would be a fool to do that.

So every night he would wrap his arms around you a little tighter.

He would make sure you knew you were loved, and wouldn't need to ask for confirmation.

He would stroke your hair softly as you fell asleep, admiring your face which belonged on the covers of magazines.

He would thank god every night for being the luckiest man alive.

He would thank god for you.

Whenever you would let out your fears of losing him to someone 'better', someone more beautiful, he would be so astounded that you were unable to realise that it was you who deserved better- not him.

You stood by his side through all of the mobbing's, award shows and the sea's of fans- always the one face in the crowd that meant the most to him.

It wasn't always clear to people why you both stuck by each other's side like glue, but that didn't matter, for only the two of you- and maybe god- knew why you went to such efforts for each other.

That reason being the love in which you had for one another.

And at the end of each day, or the end of each tour- when he'd come home- you would remember why you spent so many nights alone and so many third-wheel outings with friends.

He believed you were too good for him- and that was something no one had ever expressed to you before. You felt loved and cared for by Calum, and all you wanted in this world was his happiness.

Even if that meant he would have to leave you for good one day.

Your fights would consist of back and forth 'you deserve better'and 'you're the best thing for me'.

The both of you never realising that you were perfect for each other in every way.

The guys could see it, and so could all of your friends- You two had something so real, so undeniably true and kind, something that could only be described at the harsh realities of love.

But that love was worth more than any glorified tale of love.

It did't matter that he believed your face belonged on magazines, or that his were on magazines- because at the end of the day, they were just irrelevant printings on paper that would constitute for nothing more than ash from a flame one day.

The thought of not being together would only cause an abnormal amount of anxiety for the both of you- the only cure being each other's reassurance of a tomorrow and hopefully a forever.

Because in the end, you knew you would never leave him.

And he sure as hell wouldn't dream of letting you go.

Ashton:

"And when she gets his gun he's begging,

Babe stay, stay, stay, stay, stay"

You couldn't do it, not anymore.

Ash begged you to stay, he really did.

And you wanted to- for him- but you couldn't.

It was unfair on the both of you to let this mental strain prevent you from living a life that was supposed to be full of happiness- in every aspect of the word.