5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

The Bachelor/Bachelorette (TV show).

Calum:

Imagine this: you sign up to be on "The Bachelorette." Your friend and bandmate, Ashton, thought it would be good for you. So, right when you're about to tell everyone, Luke announces that he signed up for the Bachelorette and he got picked. Now, you have to tell him that you were picked, too.

What do you do? Well, you consider leaving the show. But, when you meet the girl, you know you can't. She's perfect in every way and you know that just by looking at her.

And, of course, your friend thinks the same thing. When you hear her voice, you're insecure about yours because it sounds like crap compared to hers.

You fall in love and you pick out the ring. She meets your family and you meet hers. It's only you and your best friend left. The proposal is nerve-wracking because it determines your future.

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You stood, waiting for one of the boys to arrive. You knew which one was right for you after a lot of thinking. But, you have to reject his best friend. You saw Calum walk over to you. He got down on one knee and pulled out the velvet box, opening it. Your heart broke.

"Calum," you said before he could begin his speech. "I can't."

He looked at you, surprised. But, he knew what you meant. "What?"

"Calum, you're a wonderful guy. I enjoyed our time together, but I. . . I can't marry you. My heart is telling me to choose Luke. I'm sorry." You blinked away tears.

"Oh." He got up. His heart broke, but he would be okay as long as you were happy. "It's okay. I wish you the best." He kissed your cheek and walked away. You wanted to at least walk him to the limo, but you knew he needed some space.

You bit your lip, waiting for Luke to arrive.

Ashton:

You smirked. It was all a game. You weren't wife-material and all the girls knew that. But, that didn't matter. It only mattered if Ashton knew. Luckily, he didn't and he wouldn't unless the girls told him. You were prepared, though. The lines were already rehearsed in your head, ready to fit whatever they said. They tell him you're a party girl? "Oh, I do like to party, but I can definitely settle down. I'm still responsible, Ashton, I love you."

Ashton entered the room, a blonde following him. You didn't know her name because you didn't care enough. "(y/n), can I speak to you for a second?"

You gave him a warm smile that could make him swoon. "Sure, yeah." You got up from the couch, following the fool to an area away from the rest. He sat down on a sofa. You sat down next to him.

"Hi." He greeted, smiling at you.

"Hi." You replied.

"So, uh, I was talking to some of the girls earlier and they're saying you're not wife-material. . . They said you're too carefree and you like to party a lot." Ashton said. You bit your lip, figuring out how to say your lines you made up. To Ashton, it looked like you were sad.

"Oh," you looked down for a second before looking at the male. "I, uh, I'm not going to deny that I like to party. I just like to relax and have fun, but I'm still responsible. I can definitely be serious when I want to be. . . I'm not a crazy party person. I don't drink and jump on a table, you know?" You chuckled.

"I know, that's why I wanted to talk to you." He told you.

"Yeah, thank you for telling me. I'll talk to the girls later and I'm sure we can sort this out." You smiled.

"Great," He seemed relieved.

"I love you. I know you can't say anything back to me, I just want you to know."

Ashton grinned and grabbed the rose. "(y/n), will you accept this rose?"

"Yes." You smiled, happy you fooled him again.

Luke:

"Matilda M., will you accept this rose?"

That shattered your heart. You weren't Matilda. You were (y/n) (l/n), the girl looking for love. The last rose was given to a girl who wouldn't--couldn't--love him like you could.

You thought he felt a spark. You thought he fell in love you. You thought he melted into every kiss like you did. The girls, the friends you made, hugged you. You hugged them back tightly in your group hug. Your closest friends muttering, "text me. I'm so sorry."

After promising to text them, you stepped down, biting your lip and trying not to cry. You walked over to Luke. "I'm sorry." He whispered. You shook your head, a sad smile on your face.

"Don't be. If you didn't feel a spark or felt like I wasn't the one, let me go." You whispered back. "Good luck, I hope you find the one. They're great girls." You walked away from him to go back to the room. You grabbed your suitcase and got into the car. You closed the door.

Tears ran down your cheeks. You wiped them away. But, after more escaped your eyes, you didn't care. You didn't bother wiping them away. "I-I thought he felt something. But, I guess not. I hope he finds the right one for him." You said. "I-I need to have a few minutes to myself. . . Please." The camera person nodded, turning off the camera after saving the recording.

You sobbed, waiting for the car to arrive at the hotel you'd be staying in before going home. "Why?" You asked no one in particular. "I loved him."

Suddenly, the car stopped. You blinked, surprised and confused. You looked to your right and saw Luke outside the door. "What?" You asked, confused.

Michael:

You sighed, attempting to separate two girls. "Guys, fighting won't solve anything!" You exclaimed. You lightly pushed one girl away from the other. A blonde had grabbed onto a brunette's shirt, yanking her forward.
"What the heck?!" The brunette yelled, backing up.

"We don't have to fight. Let's just remain calm!" You said.

"I'm going to punch her." The blonde replied.

"No, you're not. You can be better than that." You told her. "Let's talk about the problem."

Before you knew it, the blonde tackled the brunette and they were on the floor. You grabbed onto the blonde's arm, trying to pry her off of the brunette. "Why does there always have to be a mean girl?" You muttered. You finally got the blonde off of the girl.

"Why are you filming this?! You should be helping!" You exclaimed at the camera man. They didn't reply. You shook your head, sighing.

--

It was your one on one date with Michael. He asked you how everyone was doing in the house.

"Well," you pursed your lips. "Yesterday, I had to pry (girl name) off of (other girl name). She just tackled her." You answered.

"She tackled her?" Michael asked. You nodded.

"She grabbed (other girl name)'s shirt and yanked her towards her. Then, after I separated them, she tackled her."

"Wow. I'm so sorry, I didn't know about this. I'll have to talk to them. Was anyone else around?"

"Yeah, everyone was there." You said.

"Well, thank you for letting me know. I've had a wonderful time on our date. So, (y/n), will you accept this rose?" He asked, holding out the flower.

"Yes." You smiled, taking the flower. You leaned in. So did Michael. Your lips met and you felt fireworks. It was perfect.

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