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Mornings

Luke: Having woken up earlier than your boyfriend, you decided to make breakfast for both of you. Quietly, you got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen, getting all the ingredients needed to make pancakes. Halfway through it, when you were starting to actually make them, you felt two arms snake up around your waist and a chin on your shoulder+ kisses being pressed to your neck. "Good morning", Luke's husky voice whispered in your ear, before returning his lips to what they were doing. "Morning", you replied, prolonging the "m", making it sound more like a moan. "Are you making pancakes?", he asked, the kisses moving now to your shoulder - you could feel the excitement on his voice. "Yeah", you whispered, forgetting about them for awhile and just resting your head on Luke's shoulder, tilting your head to the side so he could have better access to your neck. "I guess I'm going to have to thank you later, then", he whispered, leaving a trail of hickeys. "Mmmm, yeah", you moaned. "But only if you don't burn them", he let out a slow chuckle and you were suddenly out of his spell. "Fuck you", you mumbled, returning to the pancakes, extremely glad they hadn't burn during your moment of weakness. "But I might, indeed, thank you later", he whispered once again, leaving one last hickey and going to sit down at the table.

Ashton: "(Y/N)", you heard someone saying. "(Y/N)", the voice tried again. "(Y/N)!", you turned around, mumbling to leave you alone. "(Y/N), I'm hungry", a little more awake now, you realized that it was Ashton. "You can cook, Ashton", you mumbled in your pillow, trying to go back to sleep. "Yeah, but it tastes so much better when you're the one cooking", he says stubbornly. "Then you're going to have to wait for me to wake up", you mumble again, trying to go back to sleep. "Are you awake now?", he asked you. "No", you replied coldly. "Then why are you talking to me?", he asked you and you could feel the smirk on his lips. "Fuck you, Ashton", you mumbled, turning your back to him. "(Y/N)", he started again, and you continued to ignore him. "(Y/N)", still got nothing from you, "(Y/N)". "Goddammit, Ashton, leave me alone", you yelled. After awhile, everything was silent. You wondered if maybe you had hurt him, but pushed the thought away; you were too tired to think. Suddenly, you felt a hand creeping up on your sides - on the exact spot you were ticklish. "(Y/N)", you heard him whisper in your ear, starting to tickle you. "Ashton", you tried to sound serious, but failing as you let out a small laugh, "Ashton stop it". "Only if you get up", he smirked devilishly at your figure underneath him, laughing uncontrollably. "Okay, okay, I'll get up. Now stop!", you said in between laughs. "That's better", he smiled. "I hate you", you said getting up. "I love you too, babe", he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Oh, good morning, by the way", he told you, giving your lips a small peck.

Michael: For you and Michael, mornings didn't exist. You almost always slept right through it, and only woke up in the afternoon. The only times you'd wake up early were when Michael had something with the band, or you had something to do. On other days, you both would sleep in each other arms 'till one of you wakes up, looks at the clock and wakes the other up saying 'we overslept again'. Normally, you were the one saying that, seeing as Michael hardly ever woke up before you, and, when he did, he was a little different on waking the other up. Instead of starting to freak out a little bit and wake up up saying 'we overslept again', he'd wake you up pressing small kisses to your neck, going down to your shoulders and wherever it took 'till you woke up. Then, he'd open a small smile and mumble 'you're up' on your skin, keeping with the kisses. Every single time you'd ask 'Michael, what are you doing?', and he'd simply shrug, never disconnecting his lips from your skin and whispering 'waking the Sleeping Beauty'.

Calum: You woke up to the sound of pans falling down in the kitchen. Carefully and scared you stood up, turning to wake your boyfriend up, but realizing he wasn't in bed net to you. On your tip toes and with a baseball bat in hands, you start to make your way downstairs, afraid that, maybe, someone had broken into your house. Again, you hear the sound of pans falling down and you jump in your spot - you were starting to get really scared. As you open the kitchen door, getting ready for whatever you were about to face, you drop the bat and start to laugh, seeing the cutest scene in the world. "Calum what on Earth are you doing?", you ask, standing up to help your boyfriend, who was on the ground, surrounded by pans and with a confused expression on his face - resembling a little kid lost or hurt, showing his trade marks puppy dog eyes and pouting. "I woke up before you", he starts, taking your hand and standing up, "So I was going to make you breakfast like you do to me sometimes. But I didn't know where the things were, and the pans started to fall on me, and now you're here and my surprise is ruined", he pouted again. "Awww, babe", you say, giving his lips a long peck, "Thank you so much". "Why are you thanking me? I didn't do anything", he looked down. "But you tried to", you smiled. "Yeah, and failed miserably". "What do you think of cleaning up this mess and then I'll teach you how to cook one thing or two?", you asked, wrapping your hands around his neck and playing with his hair. "Really?", he asks smiling, hands instinctively going to your waist. "Yep", you smiled, leaning in to give your boyfriend a long, passionate kiss - a thank you kiss.