One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

Shut up

Calum:...he whispers against your hot skin, pushing himself into you even further. "We don't want anyone to hear, do we?" You do your best to hold back your moan by letting your head drop and biting his shoulder. Maybe fucking against the wall of your hotel room while the rest of the boys are in the other room doing a Twitcam isn't the best idea, but you decide you don't care as you continue to rock your hips roughly against each other. You don't think you'd ever been so embarrassed, though, when you check Twitter the next day and the hashtag "WeHeardYou(Y/N)AndCalum" was trending.

Luke:...he shouts angrily, a vain in his neck becoming visible. "No, fuck you, Luke!" you scream back. "I can't believe this! You do know that I saw the actual fucking picture, right? It wasn't just in a goddamn photoshpped magazine, Luke, these were pap pictures!" "That doesn't mean they can't be photoshopped, (Y/N)!" the blonde boy yells incredulously. "You know people are going to do whatever they can to get a rise out of the both of us so they're entertained for a while! Can't you just fucking believe me?" "NO, I CAN'T. BECAUSE YOU SUCK, YOU CHEATING ASSHOLE."

Michael:...he laughs as you scroll through the 'Michael Clifford' tag on Tumblr. "Oh, and this post says, 'Even if Michael's got skunk hair' --" "It's not skunk hair!" "-- 'he's still the most cuddly, yet incredibly hot person I've ever seen, oh my fucking god,'" you finish, grinning wildly at him. He giggles again but then shakes his head, still smiling slightly. "Do people really like me that much?" "Duh. You're adorable. Look at you trying to be all punk rock and everything." You ruffle his hair and kiss his nose even as he scrunches it up and tries to back away from you. "Aw, you cutie."

Ashton:...he says gently. "Please don't ever say those things about yourself again." You bite back your tears and try to swallow the lump in your throat. "(Y/N), you are so beautiful, I just -- I don't understand why you don't see it," he continues. No matter what you do -- whether that be wearing a baggy sweater and sweatpants or dressing up with heels and lipstick -- you're so gorgeous. Do what makes you comfortable. Wear what makes you feel hot and fuck everyone else. Well, not literally. I don't think I could stand the jealously, y'know." He smiles softly and wraps his arms around you.