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'Backseat Serenade'

Michael: (You had me at come over boy, I need a friend) It's 3 AM and you're supposed to be fast asleep, body curled up on itself. But you're with him, running around the town, trying not to get caught from the random night patrollers circling the neighborhood. You find yourself hiding in a tight space, pressed against him as you peek out, trying to see if it's okay to run. You can see his eyes sparkling as he looks at you, a smile never leaving his lips. And when he leaves you at your doorstep, your lips still tingling from that last kiss, you can't help but pull him back, smiling. "Come over, it's late and I need a friend," you whisper, as you quietly unlock your front door, pulling him inside with you for more night adventures.

Ashton: (You're salty like a summer day, kiss the pain away) It's a fleeting summer romance that's shared between you two. It's filled with late nights at bonfires, group dates with friends, Skype sessions, sneaking out to meet each other, skinny dipping in the dark, long days spent together, and burning touches at night. You don't want it to end, you want him to stay with you and he does too, but you both know it doesn't work that way. And when he kisses you that last time before he leaves, his lips taste like summer and everything you two shared. He kisses away the pain of him leaving and reminds you that maybe you'll meet again next year.

Luke: (You felt it once before, I know you did I could see it) "He doesn't make you feel as good as I do," he mumbles, hands pinning your waist and you against the wall. "You don't love him. I can see that you don't." He leans down so his forehead is knocking against yours, your frustrated and sporadic breaths fanning against his equally flushed face. You try break out, break free, and stop staring at his bright, sparkling blue eyes but you can't. He's got you in his grip. "You love me," he chuckles, smirking a bit. "You love me because I can see it in the way you stare at me. Don't try to hide it. Because I love you too." He steals a kiss before leaving you there, dazed, confused, and wanting all of him.

Calum: (Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone) He turns over on his empty bed, feeling even emptier. He can't sleep because your perfume seems to linger everywhere, on his sheets, on his pillow, hell even on his shirt. Or maybe he's hallucinating, but you seem to be everywhere. You're everywhere except next to him and it's driving him insane. You're not there to comfort him when the nightmares and vivid and real in his mind. You're not there to cuddle with him when he's sad. And he's tired of it. He wants you there with him and he can't do anything about it because you're half-way across the world and he can't do anything but imagine your sleepy and smaller body curled up into him. He fingers fumble for his phone where he shakily dials you, phone ringing until he finally hears your sleepy voice. "Hello?"