5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Sticky String

MICHAEL

You remain sitting on the couch the way you have been for the past hour: wrapped tightly in a blanket, ear-buds blaring in your ears, nose buried in a book. You barely focus on your music as the plot of your book grows and twists.

You don't plan on putting down the book, until a cold, sticky substance hits your arm. You gasp, dropping the book and pulling out your ear-buds in both shock and irritation. You look up to see your boyfriend, Michael, grinning down at you, armed with a can of Sticky String.

Before you can say or do anything, he begins to spray you once more, so all you can do is squeal and cover your face with your arms. Once the attack has stopped, you stand to glare at your still-grinning boyfriend.

"Hey babe," he says happily, "Enjoying the book?"

"You're dead," is all you say before ripping the can out of his hands and chasing him out of the room and around the house.

CALUM

"Am I good to go on stage?" you ask Ashton over the phone as the boys take a break for Calum to say something to the crowd. The boys had been opening for One Direction for three months, so you hadn't seen your boyfriend Calum in what felt like forever.

"You're good," Ashton confirms, though it's hard to hear over the crowd, "Might wanna hurry, though, he's almost done talking."

"Stall him," you say, grabbing the can of Sticky String from the snack table next to you, "I'm on my way."

"Will do," Ashton says before hanging up. You shove your phone into your pocket, turning to run onto the stage. You quickly dash out, attempting to be silent, and give both the boys and the crowd a sign to stay quiet.

"The next song we're going to play," Calum says before you tap him on the shoulder. He spins around, and before he can say or do anything, you pop the lid off of the Sticky String, and you absolutely cover him in the sticky substance. He closes his eyes, cringing, and waits until you stop to open his eyes. Still not speaking, he spits out a decent amount of Sticky String, sending you a glare.

"Hello to you, too," he says before taking off his guitar and wrapping you up in a bone-crushing hug. You giggle before wrapping your arms around his neck, the Sticky String you had coated him with beginning to stick to your clothes.

"Hello, Calum," you say, not being able to keep the smile from your face.

"I missed you," he mumbles into your hair, still refusing to put you down. You begin to reply before a different voice beats you to it.

"I hate to interrupt this adorable little couple moment," Michael says as you and Calum pull apart, "but we kind of need to carry on with the show, (Y/N)."

"Right," you say, giving Cal a quick kiss on the cheek, "Good luck!"

ASHTON

"Hey guys!" Ashton screams at his phone, the Keek he's started slowly ticking down how many seconds he has left, "(Y/N) and I are just messing around on our day off and she thought it would be funny to do this."

Ashton turns the camera to show you sitting on his drum stool, both you and the drums totally covered in Sticky String, "Hi!"

"Right," Ashton says, turning the camera back to himself, "Shit, I have like ten seconds. Love you all! Update you later! Say bye, (Y/N)."

"Bye!" you scream before the Keek ends and Ashton uploads it. Once he's sure it's posted, he spins around to look at you. He looks at the scene in front of him, shaking his head as all you can do is grin.

"You're too cute," he says, walking over to you before wrapping you up in a hug, his happy laugh filling your ears.

LUKE

"Oh, thank God," Luke says as he and you head off of the bus at the hotel you're planning on staying at. Even though there's a huge crowd or screaming girls, being off the bus is the best thing in the world. Twelve hours on the road, with four loud boys to add to it, is torture. It's cramped, hot, and noisy.

"What a relief," you sigh, stretching your arms above your head, making your shoulders crack and pop. You sigh once more in relief before you see Luke give you a small smirk, "What?"

He only smirks bigger before pulling a can of Sticky String out from behind his back and spraying you with it. You shriek, darting away from him and around the back side of the tour bus. You hear Luke laugh, and his footsteps chase after your own. You laugh as a pair of arms wrap firmly around your waist, lifting your feet off the ground and spinning you around.

"Lucas Robert Hemmings," you say, trying not to laugh as you attempt to wiggle out of his grasp as he carries you back around to the side of the bus where all the boys and fans are at, "You put me down right now!"

"Never," he laughs once you reach the fans and boys. The fans erupt in even louder screams when they see the two of you, but Luke ignores it, letting go of you with one of his arms to continue to spray you with the Sticky String.

"No!" you scream, finally managing to get out of his grip. Your feet hit the ground and you spin around to take the Sticky String out of his hands. You begin to spray him with the nasty substance, making him cringe and cover his face with his arms.

"Stop!" he says with a laugh, the fans and the boys doing the same as they watch us.

"How do you like it? Not very fun, huh?" you laugh back. Luke quickly recovers from his cringe before taking the can back from you and throwing it to some unknown area.

"I found it very fun," he says, wrapping a single arm around your waist to pull you closer before pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

There you go, my first preference! What do you think? I feel like it's a little long, but hey. So, yeah, I would love feed back!