Luke:
“Where’s (Y/N)? She’s making dinner”, Luke replied to a fan’s question during his twitcam, “She’s the one that keep us from starving to death”. The boys were out and Luke decided to take that opportunity to talk to the fans while you prepared dinner. “Do you wanna see her?”, he asked them, already standing up and walking to the kitchen. Before opening the door, he looked at the webcam and put his forefinger to his lips. Quietly, he opened the door and put the computer on a table in front of the oven – where you, in one of Luke’s old t-shirts, that looked more like a nightgown, were cooking. Slowly, he walked up to you and hugged your waist from behind, bringing you closer to him. You jumped a little bit, the sudden act scaring the shit out of you. “Boo”, he said in your ear. “Lucas!”, you exclaimed, turning around and playfully hitting his chest, “You actually did scare me a little bit”. “I know”, he smiled, kissing your cheek, “It’s all for the TV”, he joked, pointing to the computer where the twitcam was boiling up.
Ashton:
You and Ashton were making a twitcam. At first, you were unsure if you should join him, but he said the fans kept insisting. “Oh, let’s play 5 Seconds of Snogging”, Ashton suggested laughing. “Oh God”, you mumbled while he put a band around your eyes. The first few things were easy; an orange; a notebook; the webcam. Ashton stopped for a moment, scratching his head. “Oh”, he said, as he thought of something. Slowly, he got closer to you, pressing his lips to yours. Now that was something that you knew perfectly well how to snog. After a few seconds Ashton pulled away. “Hm”, you pretended to think, “Now that mus have been a rare specimen of Ashton Irwin”.
Michael:
“Attack!”, you heard Michael yell and you hid in your fort of pillows. “No!”, you squeaked as he paralyzed you on the ground and used his pillow as a sword. “I surrender!”, you yelled. “Now what was that?”, he cupped his ear as if he hadn’t heard right. “I said: I surrender”, you repeated, rolling your eyes. “Give me a kiss”, he said. You giggled and pecked his lips, which ended up in a small make out session. “Fine, I won this war”, he said standing up and helping you up. “So this is what a pillow fight with Michael is like, in case any of you were wondering”, you told the viewers of the twitcam.
Calum:
The boys were doing their usual hotel room twitcams. Somehow, they always ended up in a bathtub. You watched from behind the computer, holding back your laughter. Eyes for Calum and only Calum. “How come we always end up in a tub?!”, Ashton asked laughing. “I’m out of here”, Michael said, trying to get up. One by one, the boys got out of the tub. Calum was the last one, and the moment he stood up and started to walk, he tripped on something and fell to the ground. Everyone in the room was unable to hold their laughs back, and in between giggles, you went running to kneel down next to him. “Are you okay?”, you asked laughing. “Even you’re laughing, (Y/N)?!”, he pretended to be mad, “I thought you loved me”. “Aw, where does it hurt? Do you want me to kiss it better?”, you asked. “My lips”, he pouted and you pecked his lips. “And somewhere else, but you can kiss it better later”, he winked and you blushed. “Okay, this is getting way too sexual”, Ashton said grabbing the computer.
