5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

Your First Kiss.

Calum:

You and Calum were running on the rain at the theme park. It was raining. "(y/n)," He grabbed your arm. You stopped and turned around. "You're so beautiful." This made your face heat up. Before you could protest, he smiled. "You make me go crazy."

"You do that to me all the time, Calum." You chuckled, grinning.

"(y/n) (l/n), I got lucky with you."

"I never expected for you to like me." You replied, looking into his brown eyes. "I still don't know how."

"Because we're made for each other." He whispered, leaning in. His lips connected with yours, making you blush. You returned the kiss, feeling the rain drops land on you.

Ashton:

You giggled. Ashton was giving you a piggyback ride. He ran around, laughing. You tried keeping your balance. "Ash, slow down." You smiled.

He stopped and let you climb off of him. He grinned. You stared into his eyes for a moment. Catching yourself, you focused on the floor. Biting your lip, you blinked. "What is it?" He asked.

"No-Nothing!" You quickly said. "It's nothing." Your eyes met his. "I just. . . I can't do this, Ashton. You're my best friend."

"You can't do what, (n/n)?" He asked, confused.

"I. . . I love you, okay? I do. But, I know I'm like a sibling to you, Ash. I hoped I meant something more than that. I just need to get over you."

"No, (y/n), please. Don't get over me. I love you. More than a sibling. I -- I thought you felt like I was a sibling." Ashton looked into your eyes.

You instantly locked your lips with his. You hooked your arms around his neck. He put his hands on your hips. You pulled away and smiled.

Luke:

You shivered, automatically rubbing your arms. "Here." Luke said, taking off his jacket and putting it on your shoulders. You smiled and put your arms in the sleeves.

"Thank you." You hugged him. He put his arm around you. Your relationship with Luke was never more than hand holding, hugs, or kisses on the cheek.

"Of course." He smiled.

"My lips are so cold." You joked, laughing.

"I could, uh, help." Pink appeared on his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck.

"How?" You questioned, confused as to why he was blushing. He slowly leaned in and kissed you. His lips felt warm against yours. Well, his lip ring was the cold metal.

Oh.

You kissed back, putting your hand on the back of his head. You eventually had to pull away. Breathing heavily, you smiled. "That did solve the problem. The perfect way to."

He let out a sigh of relief, blushing still. "That's good. Because, I might do it again." He smirked, kissing you once more.

Michael:

You were walking along the streets of Sydney when a football came towards you. You lost your balance and closed your eyes. You opened them and saw someone caught you by the hand. Michael Clifford.

"Uh, thanks." You awkwardly said. "Haven't seen you in a while. You still hanging out with the guys?"

He pulled you up. "Yeah, yeah. It has been a few months. How are you?"

"I'm. . . Okay." You truthfully replied, letting out a sigh.

"(y/n), before you go, I wanted to say sorry. I shouldn't have broken up with you. I still love you." He blurted out.

"Wh-What?" You asked, surprised. "You still love me?"

"Of course. I never stopped. I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blurted it out."

"No, no! I love you, too. Actually, I was hoping I'd see you again." You felt your cheeks heat up. "I just didn't know if you found someone else."

Your relationship with Michael was a great one. But, you never kissed. "No, I wouldn't be able to." He smiled. "Will you give me a second chance?"

"Yes." You grinned. He cupped your cheek and kissed you. You returned the kiss, happy as ever.