5sos Preferences

Shorty

Ashton:Everything about him is larger, from his huge calloused hands to his stupid gigantic feet. He loves being bigger than you. Sometimes he even goes as far as to hide your sleepwear so you'll have no choice but to put on his clothes. It's worth it when he stands in awe as you walk into the kitchen in the morning in nothing but his sweater; you drown in the material, the sleeves laying limply off your arms and the material landing mid-thigh. But the way he looks at you in utter amazement makes you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Right now is no different as you both lie in bed with his towering frame curling into your tiny body. "I'm so glad I have you, Shorty," he mumbles sleepily while kissing at the back of your head. His long fingers trail down your spine and trace patterns on every inch of skin he can find. You can feel the hearts and smileys he's drawing on your back and you grin to yourself. Somehow this big oaf of a boy came into your life and you've never felt so safe, protected, and warm with anyone else.

Calum:You can't believe he's done it again. "Calum Hood!" you huff out to the boy currently engrossed in a game of Fifa. "Yeah babe?" he calls back from the living room. "Come here right now!" your agitated voice rings out. Suddenly he saunters into the kitchen where you are, a smirk plastered on his lips as he sees you on your tip-toes reaching for a shelf in the pantry. "Who decided to deliberately place the cereal on the highest shelf?" you whine. He comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your midsection, snuggling his nose into the back of your neck. "Well Shorty, it's not anyone's fault that you're too small to reach anything" he chuckles. You narrow your eyes and spin around, pointing an accusing finger at him, "I know you did this, Calum." He lets out a loud, over-exaggerated gasp, steps back and clutches his chest tightly as if he's been wounded. "So you're accusing me of putting the cereal on the highest shelf possible just so that I could exchange my services for kisses?" You roll your eyes at his fake disbelief, but nevertheless yank him down to your level, "Pucker up Hood, I need my food." He grins cheekily and immediately covers your mouth with his, his lips moving languidly over yours. Before he gets the chance to slip his tongue into the hot cavern of your mouth, you push at his chest and pout up at him with big puppy eyes. His tall frame easily grabs the cereal and hands it over. "My hero," you fawn. He puffs out his chest and salutes, "Just doing my job ma'm."

Luke:"Aw you're too cute," Luke smirks, playfully pinching your cheeks. "Heels and you're still the smallest girl in the world." You groan at his words, swatting his hand away. You absolutely hate your height, a feature which seemed to be a magnified once you started dating none other than beanpole Hemmings. "Doooon't," you pout at him, "you don't understand the struggles with being this tiny. I can never do anything!" He snickers at your dramatics, "But Shorty, small girls are so precious." Luke grabs your hips and pulls you against his body, "they're adorable," he kisses your cheek, "they're sweet," he kisses your other cheek, "and I just want to cuddle them forever," he whispers against your lips, hovering his mouth above yours before connecting them together. You smile once he pulls back, Luke always has a way of making you feel absolutely perfect.

Michael:"Don't let go of my hand please babe," Michael says sternly as we approach a hoard of fans lined up ahead of us. He was always too afraid that you would get lost in the crowd with several people around since you were so small. You nod the affirmative and let him pull you through the large crowd. Michael stops to sign a few things and that's when it happens, his grip on your hand loosens and soon enough you can't find him anywhere. You begin to panic as you get surrounded by bodies and unrecognizable faces. Suddenly, a pale arm reaches for your own and yanks you out of the mob. You immediately see Michael's worried face, "I thought I'd never find you, Shorty!" He pulls you into a warm hug, crushing you to his chest. "Don't disappear on me like that," he mutters into your hair. "Never," you think quietly to yourself.

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