5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

It's Your Birthday.

Calum:

"(y/n), can you please pick up something from the store while you're there?" Calum asked over the phone.

"Sure. What do you need?" You smiled, happy to help Calum.

"Uhhh. . ." There was silence.

"Calum?"

"Eggs and milk. Oh, and butter." He said.

"I thought we had so--"

"No, no. We don't have any, that one was. . . Er, bad." He replied.

"Oh. All three of those items?" You asked, confused.

"The milk was. Ashton used all of the butter. Luke and Michael had a, uh, egg fight."

"What?!" You nearly yelled. "Forget shopping, I'll help you clean up!"

"No, no, babe! It's okay. The guys are helping. I just really need the eggs, milk, and butter." Calum exclaimed.

"But-- Okay." You walked through the store. When you got home, Calum had a huge surprise. It was an amazing party.

Ashton:

"Surprise!" Everyone yelled. You blinked, not expecting that.

"What?" You asked, completely stunned.

"(y/n), what's today?"

"Um."

"It's your birthday!" Ashton chuckled.

You laughed. "Oh! I completely forgot!"

"Happy birthday, baby." Ashton grinned, kissing your forehead.

"Thank you." You smiled, hooking your arms around his neck. You kissed him. "I love you."

He kissed back. "I love you, too."

You heard whistles. You laughed, happy as ever.

Luke:

"And this has to be perfect!" Luke stressed. He called the guys over to help with your birthday surprise. Now, he was worried.

"Luke, relax. It will be."

Well, thirty minutes later, it was a mess. "This isn't good. Okay, we can fix this." Luke said, nervous. The door opened. "She's here! Oh my god, what are we going to do?"

"We're just going to go. Good luck!" Calum, Ashton, and Michael ran out the back door and jumped over the fence, into the neighbor's yard.

"Luke?" You asked, walking towards him. "Wait, what happened to the kitchen?"

"Uh, well. . . I tried making you a birthday surprise but everything messed up. The guys were here but when you came, they left and I'm really sorry." He quickly said.

"Whoa, whoa, Luke. I'm not upset. Actually, I think it's sweet you went through all of this for me." You smiled. "Thank you."

"O-Oh, you're welcome." He blushed. You grinned and connected your lips with his, going on your tiptoes. He smiled and put his hands on your waist, returning the kiss.

Michael:

You couldn't believe it. Michael forgot about your birthday. You were upset and hurt. How could he forget? Yeah, he was busy. And yeah, he has a lot to do. And yeah, you understand why now. You don't blame him, but you were still upset.

How could he just forget? Couldn't he at least make time to at least send a text? Or to just say two words.

You frowned and pulled into the driveway. You were greeted by Michael, "Hey."

"Don't 'hey' me, Michael Gordon Clifford!" You hissed.

"(y/n), what's wrong?" He asked.

"What the heck do you think is wrong? It would have been nice if you just said two words!"

"(y/n), (y/n), which two words? I'll say them."

"Happy birthday!" You sighed in frustration. "I'm just going to go to my room."

"Wait!" Michael yelled, eyes widened.

"What is it, Michael?"

"You can't go in there."

"Oh? Why not?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips.

"Because we, uh, haven't made out in a while."

"Michael, can't we at least do that inside?"

"Fine."

You opened the door and saw everyone there. "Surprise!" They yelled.

"And you thought I forgot." Michael smiled.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." You hugged Michael.

"It's fine, babe." He chuckled.

--

After everyone left, Michael said, "What do we do now?"

"I believe I owe you a make-out session." You replied, sitting next to him.

"I believe so." Michael smirked, putting his hands on your hips. He kissed you. You returned the kiss immediately.