AU Preferences (5SOS)

• Arranged Marriage •

Michael:

You couldn't stand anything about this. The dress, the ring, the venue. It wasn't what you wanted. He wasn't what you wanted. Michael Clifford was the last person you'd marry even if he was the last man on the earth. Your mother smiled at you through the mirror as she fixed your hair. You had to fake a smile. You'd been able to pull it off for a while. A knock made you jump and the pit in your stomach made you want to vomit. Your dad peeked into the room and smiled. "You look beautiful, honey. But its almost time." He says as your bridesmaids and your mother scurry around the room, perfecting their looks before they exit the room. "You excited?" You dad asks looking into your eyes. "No, I'm not. I don't want to marry him." You reply rolling your eyes as you walk arm in arm with your dad to the door of the church. "I've told you I don't want to hear it, Y/N! Your getting married and that final." The doors open, the music plays and you walk. Your eyes land on Michael and your heart flutters.

Luke:

You couldn't believe this. Your parents made you break up with your boyfriend of a year that they hadn't even met just because they arranged a marriage to a boy you'd never met before. "Y/N, sweetie? I brought you your dress for meeting your fiancé." Your mom smiles from behind the opened door. She pulled an orange flowered dress from behind her back. You smiled it was gorgeous. "What no engagement ring?" You asks rudely, rolling your eyes. Your mom ignores you and pushes the dress into your hands and opens the bathroom door. You change and fix your hair. The door bell rings making you even more nervous. You walk down the stairs. and stand behind your parents who greet the parents of your 'fiancé'. You stand faking a smile, ignoring their pointless chitchat. Then the 'fiancé' enters. The bot looks depressed like something was bothering him. His face lights up as his eyes meet yours. Your mouth drops. "Lukey?" You ask shocked.

Ashton:

The ring on your finger made you uncomfortable. You sat on the couch in your apartment you shared with your fiancé. You loved him with all your heart, and he felt the same but you wanted the engagement to be real not set up by your parents. You felt betrayed and lied to. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't stop the years from rolling down your face. Began to break out in sobs. Clutching the pillow you were previously laying on, you tuned out all sound. Arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest. Ashton's buried his head into your neck. Pressing kissing to your neck, he began to rub your back. "Baby, shhh. I know, I wanted a real engagement too." He says smiling as he holds you close.

Calum:

"Calum Hood! Is this true? You're engaged?" Michael yells as Calum enters the dressing room holding your hand. "Yes. We're engaged." Calum says sounding slightly sad, as he gestures to you hand with his. The boys began to squeal as they hug you. "Stop it's not like that. Our parents arranged it. I don't love Y/N anyway." Calum says. You stop and release his hand. You walk towards the door, throw it open and run as fast as you can away from the dressing room. The arena was huge. By the time you found an empty janitors closet, you felt like you'd ran for hours. You couldn't help but cry. A knock on the closet door made you jump. "Who's there?" You ask. "Me." The familiar voice of Calum says. "May I come in?" He asks opening the door. "So you don't love me?" You ask tear welling up. "No I didn't mean it like that. I wanted to propose to you myself and I'm mad at my parents because they didn't listen to me when I told them I wanted it to be normal. I-I do love you, with all my heart." He smiles and you press your lips to his.