Michael:
Strumming lightly on his guitar, Michael sat in his room in the dark, humming to himself and playing some different chords. A vibration from his phone on the bedside table next to him informed him that he had a new message. Grabbing and unlocking his phone, he goes straight to the message. You had texted him: "Is it you who is making noises or should I be nervous?" Laughing quietly, he texted back: "Yeah, sorry I just couldn't sleep. Too much jet lag." Sending the message, he hears your footsteps outside his door a few moments later. You peeked your head in to see Michael sitting on his bed and smiling, guitar in his lap. "Hi," you said softly, walking in and sitting next to him on his bed. "Hey," he answered. "What were you playing?" You asked. With a grin, he grabbed the guitar and started to strum a bit. "Not much. Just a few chords. Fuck, I seriously just hate jet lag. It's one of the worst things ever," he chuckled. "Who would you choose if you could? The guitar or me?" you asked playfully, trying to distract him. "My guitar, of course," he smirked. Acting hurt, you held your hand to your chest and gasped. "How could you? I thought our relationship was real!" You cried dramatically. "Y/N, you are a terrible actress. Admit it, " he laughed. "Okay, okay, fine,but come on! You wouldn't really choose the guitar over me, would you, Mikey?" You asked seriously. He smiled at you and took your hand. "Of course, Y/N. There's nothing I would choose over you," he said, and you felt yourself blushing. "Thank you, Michael," you said quietly, giving him a light kiss on the cheek and raising yourself from the bed. "Goodnight, baby," he said, and you smiled to yourself before walking out of the room and into your own.
Ashton:
"Well, this is nice," he said, throwing more wood on the fire. "Definitely, it's quite relaxing," you agreed. Shivering, you pulled the blanket closer to your body. "Are you cold, Y/N?" He asked, and raised an arm for you to join him under his blanket. "Maybe a little bit," you said. Scooting closer to him, you felt his warm body immediately. "Isn't it weird?" You said, out of the blue. "What do you mean?" he replied, reaching into the bag of marshmallows. "This is all so quiet. No screaming fans, interviews, or security guards. You are just sitting here alone with me, out in our backyard doing nothing besides looking at the stars and listening to the nature and the sirens out in the city," you state. He thought for a minute, taking your words in. "Y'know, it does feel a bit weird, but I can't say I don't love both things. I love going around the city, seeing how happy my fans are because of the band. On the contrary, I love just sitting here with my favorite girl, eating our body weight in marshmallows. It's like being two people, but I'm still just one. And I couldn't be happier," he added, smiling at you. "You're such a sweetheart, Ash, " you muttered, kissing his cheek. "I know," he replied, smirking. You rolled your eyes. "You know what's funny?" You ask. "What?" He says. Nonchalantly placing another marshmallow on your stick, you say: "Your marshmallow is on fire." He whips his around to see a black, crusty blob beginning to slide off his stick, and you laugh loudly as he tries to save it. "So much for quiet," he says sarcastically, earning a punch from you.
Luke:
Your boyfriend was sitting in the living room, watching the football game on TV with a beer in his hand. He had gone to bed earlier, but regretted it when he remembered that the game would be on around 2 AM, since it was filmed in America. He had wandered down the stairs quietly, trying his best not to disturb you because he knew how irritated you could get if your sleep was interrupted. He was sitting on the sofa, staring at the screen intently when he heard the small footsteps coming down the stairs. "Fuck," he muttered. Turning his head, he saw you make your way down the stairs. He chuckled and eyed you up and down. Your hair was a rats' nest, your eyes were half closed, you were't wearing pants and you were missing one sock. You dragged your feet as you walked over to the couch and plopped down. He put one of his arms around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head as you began playing with his shirt absentmindedly. "Couldn't sleep?" You asked. "That, and I really wanted to watch this game. Did I wake you up?" He questioned, looking down at you. You closed your eyes all the way and rested your head on his shoulder. "No, I just really needed to pee and then I heard you down here, yelling about some football player who apparently didn't do what you wanted him to," you told him. "But he was, like, so close to the goal and then he just topples over his legs just like you did when we played yesterday!" He explained to you. You laughed out loud, recalling the memory. "And you laughed so hard you peed yourself," you retorted. "I did not!" He defended himself. "Yes you did!" You argue. "Definitely did not. Y/N, you're tired baby, get some sleep," he said. You giggled and yawned and rested your head on his shoulder once more, falling back to sleep.
Calum:
"This is just heaven," you thought to yourself, digging deeper into the ice cream carton. Every time you were on your period. all you wanted was ice cream. So there you were, at 3 AM, sitting on the kitchen counter and enjoying the creamy treat. You were so distracted by the dessert that you didn't even realize Calum had made his way into the kitchen. He had heard some weird noises going on downstairs, and wondered if it was a robbery. He flicked the light on to the kitchen and caught you in the act when he saw you with chocolate all over your face and a spoon in your hand and wide eyes. "Well, can't say I expected this," he muttered with a raised eyebrow. "This is not what it looks like," you tried to explain. "Not what it looks like, Y/N? Hmm, let me guess: Mother Nature came to visit?" He asked. Walking over to the drawer of silverware, he took a spoon and walked over to you to share the ice cream. "How did you know?" You asked, stuffing more ice cream in your mouth. "You've been a little cranky the last couple of days. Not to mention, you've also bought about 5 cartons of that chocolate ice cream," he said. "Boys are just so freaking lucky!" You groaned. "Hell yeah, we are. No period, no mood swings, we don't have to go through the pain of childbirth, and we get to keep our last name. It's way harder being a girl than a boy," he points out. "Fuck you, Cal," you mumbled. "It's true! I'm so happy that I'm a boy. I would be so exhausted if I were a girl," he muses. You roll your eyes before scooping up the last of the ice cream and tossing the carton into the trash. "Night, Calum," you yawned, and began heading down the hall. Calum quickly caught up to you and hugged you from behind as he kissed you on your temple. "Night, Y/N, I love you."
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