5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Worried

MICHAEL:

You quietly walk into the kitchen of Michael and yours shared apartment, setting your purse on the counter before looking at the clock; 1:47 am. You were supposed to be home by midnight, but you were way behind on work and your phone had died, so you weren’t able to call Michael.

“Where were you?” an angry voice demands from behind you, making you jump as the lights are flipped on. You quickly spin around, only to face an irritated looking Michael, arms crossed and pajamas on.

“I was really behind on work,” you sigh, taking off your jacket, “I’m sorry, babe.”

“You should be,” he snaps, “You didn’t even pick up your damn phone.”

“It died on me,” you mumble.

“Oh,” he says, uncrossing his arms as his expression softens a bit, “I’m sorry. You know that I worry about you.”

“I know,” you say with a little smile, walking to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He immediately hugs you back.

“Let’s go to bed,” he says, and you nod, taking a hold of his hand and dragging him to your bedroom.

CALUM

You sit on the couch, the show you have playing on the TV long forgotten as your worry continues to grow. You check your phone once more; blank. No texts, no calls, nothing. The one thing it does show, though, is the time; 12:26 am.

You know it seems clingy, but anyone in their right-mind would be slightly worried if their boyfriend was supposed to be home three and a half hours ago, and you have no clue where he is.

You sigh, pulling the blanket tighter around your cold, pajama clad body. You sit impatiently until you hear the click of the door opening.

“Cal?” you ask quietly, standing and trudging to the front door, still cocooned in your blanket.

“(Y/N)?” asks a tired and surprised Calum as he turns his shocked gaze to you, “What are you doing up? It’s past midnight!”

“I couldn’t sleep. You had me worried, you butt,” you say, punching him on the shoulder.

“I’m really sorry,” he says, lazily wrapping you into a hug and burying his face in your hair, “We took forever recording today, and I forgot my phone here at home.”

“It’s okay,” you say, resting your head on his chest as you breathe in his scent, your previous worry now gone.

“Good,” he sighs, “Now let’s go to bed and cuddle, cause I’m beat.”

You laugh before the two of you head to bed, cuddling up and quickly falling asleep.

ASHTON

You sit at the counter of your shared flat with your boyfriend Ashton, staring blankly at the wall. You turn the envelope in your hand over and over in a continuous pattern. A thousand things rush through your head.

Your older brother who was in the US military is dead. Gone. Killed in action. The funeral is in two days.

You found out yesterday, through a letter from your mom, and it broke you, but for some reason you couldn’t cry. It just didn’t seem real, so you’ve remained emotionless.

“Baby,” you hear Ashton mumble as his arms wrap around you waist from behind and he lightly kisses behind your ear, “Are you okay? You’ve got me worried.”

You only nod, earning a sigh from him.

“Please talk to me; I know you’re hurting.”

And with that sentence, you burst into tears. Your body heaves as you sob, and Ashton immediately reacts, pulling you into his chest. He runs one hand up and down you back as his other arm remains around your waist.

“Shh…” he soothes quietly, “It’ll be okay. It won’t be painless, but eventually you will be okay.”

You stop crying for a moment to give a light smile at his words, before the tears come hurdling back.

“You have got me so worried,” you hear Ashton murmur to himself as the sobs slowly quiet, and you bury your face into his warm chest.

LUKE

You stand next to the stage as your boyfriend Luke and his band perform, talking quietly to one of the many security guards that were back stage. You’re only somewhat listening to the music, until it abruptly stops and Calum’s concerned voice fills the arena.

“Luke?” he asks, panicked, and that sure does catch your attention.  You turn to look at the stage, only to find Luke doubled over, gasping for air. You knew this could happen; he’d been having trouble breathing lately and always had an emergency inhaler on hand. Either way, you were instantly filled with worry.

“Um,” Michael says, “Somebody get (Y/N).”

You immediately grab the small inhaler out of your bag and dart out to a now sitting Luke.  You push the inhaler into his hands, sitting next to him and rubbing his back as he hurriedly takes the small device.

“Deep breaths; you’re okay,” you say, and he nods, finally calming down and catching his breath, “You good?”

“Good,” he says as you both stand up, “Thank you.”

He pulls you into a hug, “Anytime, Lukey.  Just- be careful, okay? Keep that inhaler in your pocket.”

“Okay,” he nods as you pull away, “Love you.”

“I love you, too,” he you say, “Don’t worry me like that again.”

“I won’t,” he grins before you walk off stage