5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

I Almost Do - Taylor Swift

Calum:

"And I just wanna tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You had your phone in your hand. Your thumb was about to hit the "call" button.

You and Calum broke up a few days ago. You refused to tell anyone why. But, you knew. The hate was getting to you and Calum thought it was best to end things. You didn't want to, but he did it anyway.

You tossed your phone to the side. Tears ran down your face. It hurt to know things ended and you couldn't call him. You knew Calum was right, but you had to battle with yourself to not call him. You didn't want things to end. You let out a sob, hoping you'd eventually move on.

You knew the next day, you'd try to call him again, but end up tossing your phone in that same direction. This wasn't going to be easy. You glanced at your phone, seeing the screen light up. You got up from the floor and walked over to your phone before picking it up.

It showed Calum's contact picture. You were on his back in the piggyback ride position, sticking your tongue out while smiling. Calum was crossing his eyes in the photo. You wiped away tears that started flowing from your eyes. You sniffled, wondering if you should answer the call.

You weren't sure if you should talk to him. Maybe this break up was good. Or maybe it wasn't. You didn't know. You waited until the call went to voice mail. Maybe you'd call him or maybe you shouldn't call him.

Ashton:

"I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can't say "Hello" to you
And risk another goodbye."

You heard the doorbell ring. You walked to the door and looked through the blinds. It was Ashton. You hoped he hadn't seen you. You didn't want to talk to him right now. Or ever. You two broke up a week ago and you knew you'd take him back if he spoke to you. Possibly.

"(y/n), I know you can see me. Please. . . Let me talk to you." Ashton said. You let out a sigh and opened the door. "(y/n), you haven't, uh, spoken to me. I tried calling you."

"I haven't spoken to you because we broke up, Ashton. I can't even say 'Hello' to you. I don't even know how I'm talking to you right now." You replied, running a hand through your hair. "I can't say it without thinking about another break up."

"I know things between us ended," Ashton began, "but I'm willing to try again. I need to know if you are. There won't be another break up because I plan on never losing you again. I messed up by letting you go. Even if you want to leave, I can't let you. I love you too much."

"Ash, I don't know." You let out a sigh. "I can't let another break up happen. I'm already hurting."

"Don't think about what could go wrong, (n/n). Think about what could go right." He told you. You nodded and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss and returned it.

Luke:

"Oh, we made quite a mess, babe.
It's probably better off this way."

You blinked tears away. "Luke," you held back a sob. Your throat felt like it had tightened. "I don't know what to do."

"I don't know, (y/n). I love you. . . I love you. But, our relationship isn't working out." He had tears in his eyes. "I don't want to let go of you."

"And I don't want to let go of you." You said, burying your face in his shoulder as he hugged you. You hugged him back. You didn't want things to end, but they had to. It wasn't good to disagree on things so much. It wasn't healthy for the relationship. "But, I have to."

"I know. . . It's better off this way." He quietly told you, sadness lacing his voice.

"Yeah. . . We made quite a mess, babe." You whispered, your face still buried in his shoulder. "I'll miss you." You looked at him.

"I'll miss you too." Luke kissed your forehead. "It's better off this way." He placed his lips on yours, putting all of his emotions into the kiss. You did the same, putting your hands in his hair. He placed his hands on your waist. You pulled pulled away after what felt like an hour, but was really a minute.

You looked at him one last time. "Goodbye, Luke." You left, holding your suitcase.

Michael:

"I bet you think I either moved on or hate you
'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply."

You looked at your phone, letting out a sigh. 1 missed call from Mikey. 2 new messages from Mikey.

That's all your phone seemed to say. Mikey. You had texts, calls, and even twitter DMs from him. You hated it. You hated how you didn't respond to him.

But, how could you? Michael was the one who dumped you. You still loved him, but you were trying to decide if you should move on or just respond to him already. You had listened to his band's new song.

It was about how someone had moved on and they wondered if the person hated them. You didn't hate him and you hadn't moved on. Biting your lip, you responded to his text.

You couldn't move on from Michael. You could have tried your hardest to. It still wouldn't have worked. You saw he replied to your message you just sent.

Maybe there was still a chance for you and Michael. And you were going to take it. No matter what.