5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Dancing

MICHAEL

“Thank you, again,” you sigh, resting your head on Michael’s chest as the two of you twirl around your high school gym.

“I couldn’t let you down,” Michael smiles, “It’s your last year to go to prom, so it’s the least that I could do.”

“Even if 26 girls have come to get pictures and autographs?” you laugh, pulling away enough to smile up at him.

“Even that isn’t bad enough for me not to go to prom with you,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you lightly.

“Good,” you laugh, “because it would have been embarrassing to say that you were my date and then show up alone.”

“Mmm…” he hums before the two of you quiet into a comfortable silence and continue to twirl around the gym.

CALUM

“(Y/N)!” Calum says in excitement, running into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Calum!” you say, faking the tone he used with a smile.

“It’s raining!” he giggles happily, “Come on!”

Before you can ask what he means, he’s got you scooped up bridal style and is running out of your front door and into the rain. You shriek and giggle as Calum laughs, spinning around with you in his arms as the two of you become drenched from the rain.

“Dance with me, (Y/N)!” he yells, setting your bare feet down on the street. You laugh with a nod, and wrap your arms around his neck and his wind around your waist.

The two of you begin to twirl around the street, laughing and letting the rain pour onto yourselves. You two continue to twirl, but come to a sudden stop when the street lights go out, leaving the two of you in the dark.

“Hurry, (Y/N)!” Calum says, “We have to get inside, because I really don’t want to be hit by a car!”

“Me neither,” you laugh, taking his hand and dashing for your house.

ASHTON

“Ashton?” you call, stepping into your and your boyfriend’s flat after a long day at work. To your knowledge, Ashton had the day off, and would be spending it, as he said it, ‘tidying up’.

You don’t get a response, but you can hear music blaring from your and his bedroom. You follow the noise up and stairs and to the ajar door. You quietly push the door open just enough to step into the threshold and look in. You see Ashton dancing around, dressed in sweatpants, a tank top, and a beanie, surrounded by piles of clothes.

You laugh as he opens another drawer, briefly inspecting each shirt before tossing it into one of the piles. You continue to watch and laugh until Ashton’s voice catches you by surprise.

“You just going to admire me, or are you going to dance with me?” he asks, turning to look at you with an outstretched arm; an invitation.

“I’d love to,” you grin, taking his hand. He quickly pulls you into the room, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as you secure yours around his neck.

“I thought you were cleaning,” you smirk at him with raised eyebrows. He shrugs, continuing to spin the two of you around your mess of a room.

“Organization, my dear,” he says, making you laugh. He twirls you a bit longer, before dipping you down, and locking lips with you once he’s pulled you back up.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love you, too,” you tell him, and the two of you carry on spinning in your little moment.

LUKE

“You look gorgeous,” Luke tells you as the two of you watch the bride and groom, Luke’s aunt and now-uncle, have their first dance, “Have I told you that yet?”

“Only a million times,” you laugh, intertwining your hand with his and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Good,” Luke chuckles, and the DJ’s voice fills the large hall.

“Alright! Let’s give it up once more for the lovely couple,” he yells, and the guests erupt in cheers and claps, “Now, any guy here with a cute date to flaunt had better get her out on the dance floor, because this is going to be our only slow song for a while!”

“Come on, cute date,” Luke laughs, “You owe me at least one dance.”

“Oh, do I?” you ask, but you let him gently pull you over to the semi-full dance floor anyways.  

“Yes,” he nods, smiling lightly, “because you don’t get to look that pretty and not expect me to want to show you off.”

“Well, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you smile, once again admiring how charming he looks in a tux, as the two of you begin to sway like the rest of the couples.

“I try,” he grins, and you two begin to move in a small square area. You just smile back, enjoying the music and one another’s company.

You continue to dance until the song comes to an end, and the two of you pull away.

“Come on,” you grin, taking a hold of his hand, “That cake looked really good.”