One direction and 5 Seconds of Summer preferences and images

Defending you.

Calum: Boys are boys. You have to remind yourself of this whenever one of the guys goes too far - unintentionally of course, but it still hurts - and all you want to do is cry. The nights of silence have become so often lately that Calum’s often left wondering what happened, and it makes him so paranoid of his own actions that he’s no longer joking as often as he usually is. And when that happens, the boys joke even more. After a particularly rough comment and your fleeing of the scene, he finally figures out what’s been going on with you and is absolutely furious. “Do you hear yourself?” He shouts at Michael. The blonde’s laughter cuts off immediately and he flushes before glancing towards Calum’s furious expression. “We’re just joking, Cal, we don’t-” Calum laughs bitterly, his arms folding across his chest. “Joking? Joking? Normally when something’s funny, it doesn’t result in my girlfriend crying her eyes out in the other room due to you assholes.” He spits, leaving his best friends shocked and unbelievably guilty as he leaves the room to find you.

Ashton: Your books clatter to the ground when you try to move from your locker, only to be blocked by a wall of muscle. “What the hell do you want, Jase?” He chuckles, shoving you back in to your locker. “Just wondering when your pussy of a boyfriend will show up. If he shows up, that is.” You roll your eyes. “I have no reason to prove myself to you. Now if you would excuse me, I’d like to be on time to my next class.” The hallways have cleared by now and it’s only seconds before the late bell rings. He continues to stand above you, a smirk on his face. You feel tears welling in your eyes from the countless days of abuse and try to shove your way past him, but there’s no need. He’s flung against the locker as Ashton’s fist makes contact with his jaw, hitting again and again until there’s blood spurting from his nose and a frightened look on his face. “If you ever talk to her again, I’ll make sure that those will be the last words to ever leave your mouth.” He says calmly before punching him one last time and picking up your books, then wrapping his arm around your shoulder and walking out the door. 

Luke: When you come home with bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks, he knows that you’ve had enough. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He murmurs as you cry in to his chest, soaking his tee shirt with your tears and filling his heart with guilt. “I’m so sorry.” It’s not long before you tire yourself out and he carries you up to the bedroom, lying you on the bed and curling the covers around your delicate figure, his lips lingering on your forehead before he leaves the room and walks downstairs. It’s a rarity for him to make a keek; he’s not one for the spotlight and Ashton is the one with majority of the creative ideas. But this is the only way for him to do it. He’s seen the hate; the amounts of profanities and insults directed towards you take a toll on his emotional state as well. It takes everything he has to not break down then and there, but he finishes the keek and posts it immediately, shutting the laptop and walking upstairs to your shared bedroom. And when you come downstairs later that night to find the laptop open on your twitter account, your mentions flooded with sweet sentiments,  you realize just how much of a caring boyfriend he really is.

Michael: He breathes sharply as you pour the peroxide over his knuckles, pressing down gently with a piece of gauze to soak up the excess blood and whatever else of the guy’s face he has on there. Hands shaking, you remove bandages from the first aid kit and wrap them around his hand, using the medical tape to secure the gauze and then beginning to pack up the kit. It slips from your hands and lands on the floor with a loud crash and he’s suddenly there, picking up the discarded bandages and medicine as your hands shake harder, your breath ragged and stuck in your throat. “There’s no need to be scared of me, baby. I would never hurt you.” You shake your head and back away from him until your body hits the door. “You nearly killed him, Michael. It was terrifying.” You murmur, and his eyes fill with guilt as he looks up at your quivering figure. “He was going to hurt you, Y/N. I can’t let that happen. If I hadn’t done anything to stop it, I.. I don’t know what I would do with myself.” He whispers, and you move closer towards him before enveloping his body in a tight hug.