5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

You Two Get Into Trouble

MICHAEL:

“Michael!” the photographer snaps once, turning Michael’s attention for you to her, “Look at the camera, for God’s sake.”

“Sorry,” Michael says, making you laugh as he smiles for the camera. You look at him, and soon, his attention is back on you as you stand behind the photographer. You pull a weird face, making him laugh before making his own expression. You laugh, and the two of you carry on for a few minutes before Ashton groans, swatting Michael harshly on the arm.

“What?” Michael asks in surprise.

“Quit flirting with your girlfriend,” Ashton says, making you stifle a laugh as you try to look innocent. The photo shoot carries on, before you and Michael give each other a smirk, and you quickly stick your tongue out and cross your eyes.

“That’s it!” Luke yells when Michael laughs, making the both of you jump, “(Y/N) has to go!”

“What?!” you laugh when Calum walks over to you, pushing you in the direction of the door.

“Mikey can’t focus with you here,” he says seriously, “You can come back when we’re done.”

You laugh as he pushes you through the door, closing it quickly and firmly behind you.

CALUM:

“You’re not helping!” you yell at Calum who sits on the counter, continuing to mess with your ingredients.

“I am, too!” he protests with a laugh, “See; I’m sifting the flour!”

“No,” you say with a grin, “You’re sticking your hands in the flour and spilling it everywhere as I try to make the cake your mom asked us to.”

“Fine,” he huffs sassily, hopping off of the counter.

“Thank you,” you sigh, rolling up your sleeves, “Now, could you pass me what’s left of the flour?”

"Sure,” Calum smirks, sticking his hand in the flour and throwing some at you, turning your face and shirt white.

“You’re dead,” is all you say before grabbing your own handful, covering him in it.

Within five minutes, the two of you are covered head-to-toe in flour, sugar, eggs and more. Just as Calum’s about to whip another egg at you, an angry voice fill s the kitchen.

“Calum Thomas Hood!” Mrs. Hood yells. The two of you immediately drop your ammunition and turn to look as Mrs. Hood with sheepish grins, “What are you doing?”

“Um . . . baking?” Calum grins nervously.

“Sure doesn’t look like it,” she snaps at him, “Go clean up, both of you.”

"I'm sorry, Mrs.Hood," you apologize with a blush as Calum pulls you out of the kitchen.

ASHTON:

“Tag,” you grin up at Ashton, “you’re it.”

You take off running in the IKEA store, looking for a good exhibit to hide in.

“I am SO going to catch you,” Ashton laughs as you hear his foot-falls behind you. You quickly dart into a kitchen you see, hiding behind one side of the island.

You sit quietly, waiting for some sort of noise, but none come. Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist, and you feel someone’s lips at your ear.

“Gotcha,” Ashton whispers, making you jump before letting out a laugh.

“Never,” you whisper back, breaking out of his grip and running out of the exhibit, Ashton and his contagious laugh following you.

You weave through exhibit after exhibit, Ashton hot on your heels the entire time. You run into a large bedroom, and spin around, Ashton nowhere to be seen. Out of nowhere, Ashton tackles you onto the bed. You laugh as he begins to tickle you, his own laugh quietly mixing with yours.

"Excuse me,” a deep voice says. Both of you freeze before turning your attention to the large IKEA employee standing by the bed, “If the two of you cannot control yourselves, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Right, sorry,” Ashton says, both of you climbing off of the bed, “We won’t cause any more issues.”

The man nods, and once he’s walked away, you two share a look before erupting into laughter.

LUKE:

“Fountain!” you yell at Luke as soon as he walks out of the dressing room.

The boys and you were on the set for their new music video, and Luke had just finished in heir, make-up, and wardrobe.

Luke’s eyes light up at the word, and both of you take off running for the large water contraption. You climb into the fountain, turning to grin at Luke.

“Come on, Luke!” you yell, cupping your hands to throw water at him.

“It’s on,” Luke grins after looking at his wet shirt. He climbs into the fountain as well, and soon enough, the two of you are in a full-on war.

You throw another handful of water at him before he scoops you up into his arms. You try to free yourself, but it’s too late, and Luke has thrown you into the water.

You quickly resurface, pushing your wet hair back and pouting at Luke. He only laughs with an eye-roll before holding out a hand. You smirk, grab his hand, and pull him down under the water.

“Thanks,” you laugh once he pops back up, quiff flattened and in his face.

“Mr. Hemmings!” somebody shrieks. Both of you snap your heads towards the voice, only to see a very angry stylist, “Out of the fountain and into the dressing room.

“I love you,” you say as Luke sends you a playful glare, both of you getting out of the water.

Luke only sticks his tongue out at you before heading back into the dressing room.