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Braces

Ashton: You sat in the Orthodontist chair nervously tapping your foot against the heel of the chair. Ashton sat beside you, his hand resting in yours as he rubbed soothing circles on the back of your palm. “You’ll be fine love, nothing to worry about!” He said smiling at you. You ran your tongue over your smooth teeth one last time, already dreading the metal bars that would cover your teeth for the next few years. You were worried about what the press would say, what the fans would say and what Ashton would think. You thought braces were the ugliest thing, but you really needed them. Ashton met your eyes, his face melting into a smile. “Babe, don’t start. I know what you’re thinking.” He said and you bit your lip. “Ashton…” You began to say but he cut you off. “I will think you’re beautiful no matter what. I don’t care if you have metal on your teeth, or if you don’t. You’re beautiful to me, and nothings going to change that. Besides, you’ll look fierce with your new grill.” He said laughing, trying to relax you. You settled back against the chair and smiled, something that would feel foreign in the next few hours. “I love you, you know that?” You said, squeezing his hand. “I love you to babe just think of how perfect your teeth will be by the end.” He said just as the Orthodontist walked in, smiling at you. “Let’s get started shall we?” He asked sitting next to you, Ashton by your side the entire time.

Calum: “(Y/N), it looks fine!” He said to you, sitting across from him. You had just gotten your braces and were still unsure of them. You thought they made your lips look bigger, and boy where they uncomfortable. You already had cuts on your lips, words were lisped and you already hated eating because of the food getting stuck between the brackets. “Smile for me baby,” he said, giving you a million dollar smile. You smiled at him, not showing him your teeth. “Babe, you look fine with them! Doesn’t she Michael?” He called out to Michael as he walked by the room both of you sat in. He stopped and looked at you, already realizing that you had just gotten your braces, and knowing what Calum had in mind. “I can’t see them to say,” He said raising an eyebrow. You sighed in defeat, flashing him a smile and quickly covering your teeth with your lips. “They look great, really, you can hardly tell that you have them…they’re the clear ones!” He said giving you the thumbs up and walking out of the room. You faced Calum again, sighing. “See, don’t worry about a thing! (Y/N), in a few days it will be like you’ve had them all the time, you won’t even feel them!” You groaned, your mouth sore and a headache on the way. “I’ll get you a popsicle,” He said laughing and walking away, running your head over the metal bars on your teeth, wincing at the feeling, not believing a word Calum said.

Luke: You groaned and tried to open your mouth a little wider to take a spoonful of your yogurt but put it down in defeat. Luke sat across from you on the island, watching you with sad eyes. “Does it hurt that much?” He asked, stirring his own yogurt. “It feels like I can’t even move my jaw,” You said rubbing gently at your gums. “Stupid tightening, stupid elastics, stupid braces.” You muttered, stirring your yogurt in frustration. “Just think, this is the last time they get tightened and then they’re off. No more braces, just straight pearly whites!” He said looking on the bright side. You groaned and put your forehead against the counter. You heard Luke shuffle from around the counter and put his hand on your shoulder and gently massaged your taunt muscles. “Want me to get you a water? Or a tablet?” He asked and you just nodded your head, needing the painkillers to ease the pain in your mouth. He came back and handed you the two tablets, swallowing them you leaned against his shoulder. “Fifty five days until they’re off,” “And who’s counting?” He jokingly said to you pulling you into a hug. 

Michael: “Sorry!” You said, a heated blush colouring your cheeks. Michael hovered over you, laughing into the crook of your neck. “Its fine love, it’s hard to get used to.” He said kissing up your neck. “Is the mood ruined?” You asked meekly. “Practice makes perfect,” He said cheekily. You laughed as he kissed you again, minding the sharp metal bars on your teeth. You had just gotten your braces, and Michael had more or less initiated a heated make out session with you. The only problem: you had no idea how to kiss now that you had these horrible things on your teeth. You constantly knocked his teeth or the bars catching his lips. You had to think this was the most unattractive you had ever seemed, and you couldn’t help blushing throughout the entire thing. “Maybe we should stop?” You said, and he looked you in the eye. “If you want to but you know, we’ll get the hang of this in no time. Just practice, that’s all.” He said kissing you again and pulling you up for a quick peck, tucking you under his arm and cuddling you. “You’re the best you know that?” You said snuggling into him. “I know,” he said laughing as you playfully punched his arm at his cheeky remark.