AU Preferences (5SOS)

•He's A Boxer•

Luke:
"Come on, Luke!" You scream. Encouraging your boyfriend. He gets off the floor and charges at his opponent. Throwing and dodging punches. Every time a fist is thrown, you flinch, not understanding how your boyfriend does it. The box you sit in is right behind the walkway your boyfriend entered. A final blow to the opponent's face and he's out cold. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!" The ref yells, throwing Luke's hand in the air. The roar of the crowd overwhelms you as your boyfriend and his trainer walk down to you. You run into Luke's arms, he catches you, his tall frame shielding you from the crowd and his opponent. He smiles. "How'd I do babe?" He asks, those baby blue eyes shining bright. "Amazing-" You reply, as he cuts you off with a kiss. Picking you up off your feet he carries you to the dressing room, never breaking the kiss. "Let me get dressed, then I'm taking you to dinner." Luke insists. "No baby you don't have to-" You say, but he cuts you with another kiss. "Yes, I do. Your my girl and we need to have a victory dinner." He smiles, his face crinkling and his dimples pop out of his cheeks.

Calum:
Your friend smiles at you, as she pulls you through the crowd and towards the bouncer. "Name? Tickets?" The tall buff, bald man asks. Your friend smiles, pulling out your tickets and handing them to him. He removed the thick and bright red rope, allowing you to walk inside the giant arena. You stop walking and your jaw drops at the size of the entrance. Your friend turns around and pulls you along to your seats. "I'm just going to find (y/f/bf). I'll be back soon." She reassures you. After awhile you start to fidget, sitting alone in your surprisingly comfortable seat. "What's a gorgeous girl like you doing here all alone?" A tall tan, almost Australian sounding boy asks you. "I'm here with my friend, but she left to get her boyfriend." You reply, smiling nervously and going slightly red. "Im Calum, by the way. Well, I hope you like the fight. I have to get going. Could I get your number?" Calum asks. "I'm (Y/N) and sure." You smile nodding, and putting your number in his phone as he does the same. He smiles, and parts. Suddenly your friend comes back. Her boyfriend trailing behind. She gives you a knowing smile, but doesn't say anything. The announcer came out. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight's fight begins now! Introducing at 135 pounds, Spike the Sword! And in the home corner, at (Calum's weight), Calum the Kiwi." Your eyes went wide.

Michael:
The gym locker rooms smelt bad, like sweat mixed with dog shit. But this is what you go through everyday for the love of your life. Entering a little stall, you change into your work out clothes, and throw on your Nike running shoes. Leaving the smelly change rooms, you look around for the familiar face of your black haired boyfriend. When suddenly arms sneak around your waist and hands cover your eyes. "Hello gorgeous. I know I say this every time you help me train, but you look damn sexy in your gym clothes!" He rasps in your ear. "Come on, twit. You need to train." You smile, pulling him over to his training room. His trainer Cory, smiles and waves you over. "Good morning (Y/N)! You want to go to start running on the treadmill. Mike and I have work to do, so they might be some yelling." Cory says politely. "There's always yelling when you two are together." You laugh, walking towards the treadmill that looks exactly at the punching bag Mikey uses. Him and Cory begin, Cory yelling, or what it looks like, you can't hear with your headphones in. But all you care about is watching Michael punch.

Ashton:
His bag in hand, his hair hidden behind his cute little hat. He closes the car door. And rushes up your front steps. He strong arms pound the door. You hurry down the stairs hoping he won't break your beautiful cedar door down. You swing it open, and jump directly into his already open arms. Ashton holds you there tight in his grip, spreading sweet, soft kisses on your face, as you giggle. He puts you down, grabbing you hand in his. "Hurry babe, our flight leaves soon. I'm excited for this boxing tournament! I can't wait to kick some ass." He smiles, his grin huge. "I got my stuff ready. And your going to kick ass! They won't know what hit them!" You say, as you run upstairs, grabbing your bag and running downstairs. You grab his hand and run out the door. You lock the door and throw the keys in your bag and run to where Ashton has the car door open for you. With a kiss you enter the car and wait for Ashton to enter on his side. As he gets in, his hand holds you across the console of his Range Rover. He turns and gives you a cheeky smile before turning the keys and starting the car. He pulls away from your driveway and turns on the radio. Your favourite song blasts as he groans mockingly. 29 of your favourite songs later, you arrive at the airport. Ash sorts out all the flight details as you stand with the luggage.