Ashton Irwin:
“L is for the way you look at me…”
You and Ashton were currently snuggled on the couch under a blanket, with your bare legs entangled with his as a movie played on the TV. It was your first time sleeping over at Ashton’s house, as well as the first time Ashton would be seeing you with absolutely no makeup whatsoever. You hadn’t thought of having to take your makeup off until he reminded you, as if he had been secretly looking forward to it since you came over. At first, you were hesitant; you had never really been confident with your face, and even though you didn’t even wear that much, you still felt uncomfortable without it. Finally, however, after Ashton’s constant pestering – "You’ll get makeup on the pillows when we sleep, babe! It must feel quite unclean sleeping with it on, and I don’t think it’s very good for your face either, and it’s not even that big of a deal! Wash it off tonight, baby, please? For me?" – you finally gave in. When you walked out of the bathroom and tried sneaking into the living room without him seeing you, he was waiting around the corner. Right when you turned, you were greeted by his strong arms wrapping immediately around your waist, flushing your body against his, and his lips peppering kisses all over your face relentlessly, only stopping to whisper the occasional, “You look absolutely stunning, baby.” However, you noticed during the movie that he wouldn’t stop staring at you with his intent hazel eyes and slightly creased eyebrows, as if he were almost concentrating on your face. “Ashton!” you snapped at him, startling him out of his trance. “Sorry, w-what? Yeah? What is it?” he jumbled his words together as his hands instantly flew up to run them through his hair, the way they always did when he was nervous. “Could you stop… scrutinizing me like that? Jesus Christ, Ashton, you know how insecure I am about wearing no makeup and I really don’t need you gaping at me as if I’m a wild creature, and I know I don’t look all that glamorous without my makeup, so please just… juststop staring, okay? Please?” you burst out, turning back to the TV without waiting for his response. After a few seconds of silence and uncomfortable rustling, Ashton said, “I’m sorry, love. I really am. I didn’t even notice I was doing it, honest. I didn’t mean to offend you. You just look beautiful right now. And you look beautiful all the time, don’t get me wrong, but this time is different, I think. It’s your natural face and I don’t get to enjoy the sight of it often, but you really are gorgeous and I couldn’t help myself. You just took my breath away, is all.”
Calum Hood:
“O is for the only one I see…”
"For God’s sake, Y/N, you’ve been so damn paranoid with everything lately, what is with you lately?” Calum said exasperatedly. You and Calum were currently in an argument over his late arrival back to your guys’ shared flat, which was in fact 45 minutes more than what he had said earlier that day. Yet another tour was coming up within just a couple weeks and, as always, pre-tour nerves were consuming you both. For him, it was mainly all excitement and positive anxiety; for you, however, it was nothing but you fear that he would forget about you on tour that haunted you every time he went on tour. “Oh, I don’t know, Calum,” you said, the sarcasm seething out of your statement with no attempt at hiding it. “Maybe it’s because my boyfriend is leaving in just a handful of weeks for a worldwide tour! Or maybe it’s the fact that he’ll see beautiful girls, stunning girls, absolutely drop-dead gorgeous girls everywhere, practically throwing themselves at him! Or perhaps there’s the possibility that – nevermind,” your voice continually raised and filled with anger with every syllable until the last sentence, where you caught yourself and immediately stopped yourself from speaking the last part. “Possibility of… of what? What were you going to say?” Calum’s voice had dropped to a hushed whisper, almost broken and inaudible and expectant of what you were about to say. “Just that… that you might find another girl, Calum. There are many other girls out there who you would be so much more compatible with – who are undoubtedly more beautiful, or fit, or funny, or all of the above. It’s just a bit frightening to me how perfect and charming you are, and how easily you could just sweep me to the side and pretend I’ve never existed, and how extraordinarily devastating it would be for you to realize that you could do so, so, so much better –” In an instant, Calum crossed the room and pulled you against him with not a centimeter of space left between you both. “Don’t finish that sentence… Please, please, please don’t think that.” You simply stared at your hands placed lightly on his chest, feeling embarrassed and completely vulnerable. Calum placed a finger under your neck and slowly but firmly pushed your face up to his, making your watery eyes meet his warm, deep brown ones. “Listen to me when I say this, baby. You are the one for me, and you are the one I will always come home to, and you are only one who I will so foolishly – but, nevertheless, deeply and most ardently – be truly in love with. I love you with every fiber in my body, you know that and I want you to remember that. I swear, baby; you are the only one I see.”
