ASHTON:
As soon as you found you got to come home from Afghanistan early, you were ecstatic, the first thing you wanted to do was tell Ash. But one of your friends in your unit had a better idea, they suggested you surprise him. And the day was finally here, it felt so surreal. You owed Michael, Calum, and Luke big for helping you pull this off, they had stuck you into the venue tonight, and you were currently waiting anxiously backstage, still in uniform. "You guys have been awesome tonight!" You hear Luke yell after they finished playing Good girls are bad girls, one of your favourite songs. "I am so lucky that we have amazing fans like you, and that I have such talented band mates." You hear the crowd scream and you know it is almost time, the butterflies in your stomach feel like they might actually bust out. "So we have a little surprise in store for Ashton tonight, if you guys don't mind." Michael says cheekily as he drags Ashton out from behind his drum set and down to centre stage. "Now we are going to cover his eyes, so he can't see what's coming." Calum begins to explain but Ashton interrupts " Oooh kinky!" "Quit being a smart ass!" Luke quips and motions for Calum to continue, "So no matter what happens you guys can't scream or say anything till the blindfold is off, sound good?" The audience all let out a unanimous yes, and its finally time, after nearly a year of being separated you were going to get to see Ashton again, its really happening. Michael motions for you to come on stage and you start walking eagerly, you look out at the fans whose eyes are wide, hand covering their mouths, you swear you even see a few of them crying. You awkwardly wave at them as you make your way over to Ashton, standing in front of him breathing in that scent thats so uniquely his, that you have desperately missed. Your heart is pounding at this point, you hands reach up and push the blind fold off his eyes, but like the good sport he is, he still has them squeezed shut. "Open your eyes Ash." You whisper to him, and instantly his eyes snap open and he sees you and enters a state of disbelief. He is crying as he pulls you into his arms, pressing you as hard as he can into his body, telling you how much he has missed you, over and over until you too are in tears. The fans are going absolutely nuts at this point, but they are just a background noise, nothing else seems to matter expect the fact that you are safe in his arms again.
CALUM:
" I really wish you were coming home for Christmas (Y/N)" Calum mumbles sadly into the phone, you were having a hard time resisting the urge to cave and tell him what was really going on, but you held strong. "I know, it just doesn't feel like Christmas over here without you Cal." You reply trying to muster all the sadness you had felt prior to when you found out you would be able to come home early. "But at least you get to go home and see your parents!" You tried to add reassuringly, as you look over to see his parents trying to suppress their laughter, they had been a gift from above in helping you plan this "gift" for Calum. "Yeah I'm almost there, I'll talk to you later okay? I love you." He says in almost a whisper, "I love you too." You reply smiling, you take a seat in the recliner by the christmas tree and anxiously awaited his arrival. This whole ordeal had been an accident really, you called Calum's parents house because you thought he was staying there during his break on tour, only he was over at Ashton's (how typical). So when you gushingly spilled the details before giving the person on the other end of the phone a chance to respond, you were shocked to find Calum's mom in tears insisting you surprise him. You hesitantly agreed not knowing if you would be able to resist telling Calum but you had managed and now here you are. You heard the front door open and a bag drop to the floor, "Mum, Dad I'm home!" Cal chimes happily, you feel your heart beat quicken it's been so long since you've heard his voice in person. "We are in the living room sweetie." His mother replies calmly but her face is overjoyed, she has always been extremely supportive and your relationship with her son. Time seems to slow down, and you can hear footsteps making there way down the hallway at an painfully slow rate. You are out .2 seconds away from saying fuck it and running to him when his tall frame appears in the doorway, "Y/N?" he whispers softly almost as if he doesn't believe you are real. You stand up, your legs shaking, and you feel as if they might crumble beneath you. "Merry Christmas." You mumbled through your tears as he pulls you into his arms.
LUKE:
The good news was you were coming home early, the bad news, the lower half of your left leg wasn't making it back with you. You had lost it in a road side bombing trying to save innocent bystanders, the entire incident is fuzzing to you. You can vaguely remember a loud noise and then pain so much pain you never thought was even possible to experience. Then there was the emergency surgery and countless doctors explaining how your life would be different from now on. "I need to call everyone, they need to know." You sob reaching down for the limb that isn't there. "We already called your parents, sweetie." The nurse informed you reassuringly rubbing yourself. "My boyfriend-" You choke out eventually, "Can I call him please?" The nurse just nods slightly and starts to walk away but stops as if debating something, then pulls her own phone from her scrubs and hands it to you. "I'll just wait outside for a few minutes." She tells you softly. You appreciate her kindness and the privacy, something you haven't gotten a lot of since the accident. You dial Luke's number and as the phone rings you debate in your head how you are going to tell him. "Hello?" He answers clearly confused by the unknown number, "Hey babe it's me." You say trying your best to sound like everything is fine. "Y/N!" he exclaims happily clearly not have expecting your call, you don't say anything, you can't out of fear you will start crying so you sit in silence. But Luke catches on he knows you "Please, oh no, just, Y/N, what's going on?!" he pleads and you can tell he is almost in tears. You've lost all self control at this point and are full out sobbing, you pause for a few seconds to catch your breath. "There was a bomb-" You start quietly and you can hear Luke's breath hitch over the phone, "I lost the lower half of one of my legs in the attack." You say so quietly you are surprised he can even hear you. "Oh Y/N I'm so sorry. But you'll be okay, I'll still love you, I'll help you, and so will the guys and and uh" He gushes rambling through his tears, you smile at the familiarity of his adorable awkward self. "I know babe." , "I love you so much, I wish I was there." you grin an idea forming in your head. "I get to come home early now, I still have to wait a few months to get cleared by the doctors and everything but yeah." You lie smiling as Luke freaks out not knowing you are actually flying home in a few days, it makes you happy knowing something good can come from this. Your flight wasn't that bad, you got to board the plane early and pick a nice window seat in the front. After reuniting with your family, you texted Luke's mum saying you've landed, she replies telling you what restaurant they are at. Your mum drives you there, and helps you get into your wheelchair once you arrive. Your hair is down cascading to your shoulders and you are proudly wearing your uniform. Luke's mum texted you again and said they were to the left as soon as you walk in, and that Luke had his back to the door so he wouldn't see you. Your mum starts to wheel you towards him but you quietly stop her, wanting to do this yourself. You grip the wheels tightly and propel yourself forward, you can see his family attempting to remain casual so they won't tip him off. You stop yourself and extend your arm to tap him on the back. He turns around confused but then he sees you and his eyes light up. He throws his arms around your neck and he keeps whispering 'I love you' over into you ear, "I'm so glad you are okay beautiful." he mummers through his tears.
MICHAEL:
"I don't even want to go to this award show tonight." Michael groans over the phone, "Why?" you ask innocently knowing he is oblivious to what you have planned. "Because all the other guys have dates, and its not fair my amazingly hot girlfriend is off fighting bad guys in another country." He whines and you smile, he never fails to flatter you. "I'm sure you will survive." you tease, "Barely, ugh I have to go get ready Y/N, love you!" he says quickly hanging up the phone before you could even say it back. The award show was almost over, 5 seconds of summer had one the best new comer award and you had cheered silently back stage. And now it was almost your turn to present the completely fake "best boyfriend" award. When you found out your tour was ending early and you got back they day Michael had to attend an award show, you somehow convinced the event sponsors to let you surprise him. So now you were walking on stage in curly black wig, oversized glasses, and a ridiculous scarf around your neck to conceal your identity. In the most nasal voice you can muster you announce "The next award goes to the best boyfriend of all time, there are no other candidates because Michael Clifford is all a girl could ever ask for." Fighting back tears you remove your disguise as quickly as possible, and you hear the audience gasp, you can't see Michael from the stage but you can imagine the look on his face. Out of the corner of your eye you see someone ruining up onto the stage, it's Michael. You don't even have time to take in how much hotter he has gotten in the months you have been gone because his lips are crashing into yours, and millions of people will end up seeing this kiss but you could care less.
