5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Protective

Author's Note--this will only take a minute--sorry if this chapter sucks. It didn't turn out quite how I wanted it to, but it wasn't entirely bad, so I figured I'd post it.

 PROTECTIVE:

MICHAEL

"(Y/N)!” Michael shouts from the bottom of the stairs, “We’ve got to hurry! We’re going to be late!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!” you yell, running down the stairs, heels in hand. You slip on your heels, before twirling around to give Michael a full view of your dress, “Is it okay? Does it look good enough for a fancy dinner?”

“You look gorgeous,” he says, kissing your cheek and opening the front door, “Let’s get going, we don’t want to make the boys wait.”

You two get in the car and quickly drive to the restaurant, Michael parking before the two of you get out. Just as you’re about to walk in, a wolf whistle is easy to hear from the side of the restaurant. Both yours and Michael’s attention turn in the direction before the two of you see a group of about four guys looking back at you.

“Hey, pretty lady,” one calls to you, before another one whistles again. Your eyes widen in disgust, but you quickly relax once you feel Michael’s arm secure itself around your waist.

“If you pigs are quite done,” Michael snaps, voice hostile, “We plan on going to dinner, without a group of creeps causing issues.”

“Thank you,” you whisper as the two of you walk in the restaurant, Michael’s arm still wrapped protectively around you.

“Anything for you,” Michael says, still sounding edgy, “It’s my job to watch out for you.”

“Good,” you grin as the two of you take your seats with the rest of the boys.

CALUM

“Calum! Calum!” more fans and paparazzi scream, the space you and Calum have to walk in getting smaller.

“It’s okay,” Calum whispers in your ear, and you nod, “Just stay close.”

You continue to walk until you feel Calum’s hand slip from your grasp, and panic fills your body. You stand perfectly still as your breathing becomes heavy and rapid, waiting for Calum to hopefully find you as people shove into you repeatedly.

“Calum,” you manage to squeak out as your anxiety continues to grow. Crowds never really were your thing, and they definitely weren’t today.

“(Y/N)!” you hear Calum’s voice yell, making you the slightest bit hopeful.

“Cal!” you say a bit louder before a pair of arms wraps tightly around you and Calum pull you into his chest.

“You’re okay,” he soothes, obviously noticing your panic, “It’ll be okay; I’ve got you.”

You nod quickly, your anxious feelings dulling as you as you feel Calum begin to pull you through the crowd, a protective arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

 “Move,” Calum says, almost harshly, “Get out of the way, she needs to get out.”

The crowd notices his mood, making a small path, and your breathing calms as all of the people move away.

"Are you okay, baby?” Calum asks in a concerned voice once the two of you finally get inside a building and away from the crowd.

“Yes,” you sigh in relief, pulling him into a hug, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, princess,” he says, resting his head on top of yours, “Anytime.”

ASHTON

You pull your phone out of your pocket when you feel it vibrate, sitting on the bench at the bus stop as all the light outside finally diminishes.

“Be there in five minutes,” you read Ashton’s text out loud, sigh, and shove your phone back into your pocket. You sit for another moment before another person plops down next to you, a little too close for your comfort. You look to your right to see a boy about your age, wearing all black.

You tap your foot rapidly, impatient for Ashton to show up now.

“Hey there,” the man says, scooting a bit closer. You look up at him, sending a quick, tight smile before looking away, “No need to be shy.”

He places a hand on your thigh, and you immediately shoot up and away from him. He stands as well, advancing towards you as you uneasily back away.

“(Y/N),” you hear Ashton call as you hear a car door slam shut. Both you and the man turn your gaze too see Ashton standing outside his car.

“Ash!” you call, your voice noticeably shaky. Ashton walks over to you, pushing you behind his tall frame and looking at the man.

“Excuse me,” Ashton says in a warning voice, “is there a problem here?”

“Only you in my way of a nice view,” the man smirks, making Ashton tense and you reach down to grab his hand.

“Watch it,” Ashton snaps, “Come on, let’s go home."

You nod, and Ashton pulls you into his side as you walk to the car, making sure he stays between you and the man. He opens your door before getting into the car himself and turning to look at you.

"Are you okay?” he asks you.

“Thanks to you,” you say with a light smile.

LUKE

“I’ll be right back,” Luke says, off to go get you two drinks at the café you two were at. You nod, looking around the small café until a familiar face catches your eye.

“Austin?” you ask, surprised, and the man’s head snaps up to look at you.

“(Y/N)?” he asks, and you nod. Austin comes over to where you’re standing, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I come here at least twice a week,” you shrug, “What about you?”

“I was just going through town and figured I’d try it,” he says.

“Well, the hot chocolate here is amazing.”

You sit in silence for a moment before he speaks, “So, could I get your number? You know, so we could meet up again.”

“Um . . . ” you trial off before you feel somebody else beside you. You turn to your right to see Luke, “Hey  babe.”

“Hey,” he smiles down at you, “here’s your drink. Who is this?”

“This is Austin,” you say, taking your drink, “we went to high school together. Austin, this is Luke, my boyfriend.”

"Boyfriend?” Austin asks, and you nod, “You could’ve done better.”

“Excuse me?” you ask as you feel Luke tense and grab on of your hands.

“You could do better than this,” Austin motions to Luke, “For example . . . me.”

“Okay,” Luke almost sighs, “I really don’t appreciate you flirting with (Y/N), and then deciding that you that she should date you—of all people. So, if you could leave my girlfriend alone, that would be great.”

With that, Luke pulls you out of the café, and all you can do is grin.

"I love when you get all protective," you say, taking his hand once more.