PaRtLy iNsPiReD bY tHe DoNt StOp MuSic ViDeO
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Michael:
"Let's play a guessing game, Y/N," Michael suggested, out of the blue. It was early in the afternoon. The two of you had just arrived home from a band rehearsal. "Sure, Mikey," you giggled and set down your purse. "Let's see...oh, here's a good one! Guess who's hungry?" He asked, winking at you. You bent over in laughter. "Let me think," you said, tears of laughter streaming down your face. "Could it be my always-hungry boyfriend, Michael Gordon Clifford?" Michael clapped and nodded and laughed along with you, and he wrapped you up in a big hug. Entering the kitchen, you strode over to the freezer and pulled out a frozen pizza. "Yes!" Michael exclaimed. "Oh, Y/N, look-what if we put the pizza in the MIKE-ro-wave?" He joked. Again, the two of you burst into laughter, tears pouring down your cheeks. "You're such a loser, Mike!" You told him, poking his chest. He brought you in for a hug again. "Yeah, but I'm your loser, so you're kinda stuck with me," Michael chuckled, and he kissed you sweetly.
Ashton:
It was 12:47 AM. "Wake up, Ashton," you whispered, gently nudging the sleeping figure next to you. He squirmed around for a second before opening his eyes and looking at you. "What's wrong, baby?" Ashton asked quietly, placing one arm around you and one arm around your bulging stomach. Being seven and a half months pregnant, you got random cravings at random times. This time was no exception. "I'm...kinda hungry, Ash," you mumbled, slightly embarrassed. "Can we...grill a steak, maybe?" You asked timidly. Ashton chuckled. "Sure, Y/N, let's go," he replied. He pulled on a robe and you wrapped a blanket around yourself before the two of you trudged outside with steak fixings. Nearly 45 minutes later, the two of you happily cut into your steaks at 1:30 in the morning. "The baby gives you an A+ for this steak," you told Ashton happily. He chuckled and rubbed your belly softly. "Thank you, baby," he said proudly and kissed your forehead.
Luke:
It was not your day today. You had started your period overnight and now the cramps were killing you. Your boyfriend, Luke, hated seeing you like this. While you were laying on the bed curled in a ball, eyes squeezed shut in pain, he made his way over to you. Carefully leaning onto the bed, Luke sat beside you and stroked your hair. "Are you alright, sweetie?" He asked softly, cradling you. You groaned in response. "I'm...I'm okay, baby. I just don't feel particularly amazing right now. Ya know...I started my period last night and the cramps are not making me feel too good right now," you explained. Luke cradled you closer. "Want anything, Y/N? Food, water, movies?" He asked, voice full of concern. "Can we make brownies?" You asked softly. Luke chuckled and nodded. "Of course, sweetie." He lifted you from the bed and carried you downstairs into the kitchen, where he set you down on a stool. The two of you spent the next hour making brownie mix, eating most of it, and finally putting them in the oven. When they were finished, the two of you ate them slowly, washing them down with glasses of milk. "You have no clue how much better I feel, Lukey," you told him, grabbing his hand. He smiled and enveloped you in a bear hug. "Good, I hate seeing you sad, Y/N," Luke replied. You pulled away from his hug and kissed him quickly, leaving a smile on his lips.
Calum:
"Calum, when is your family coming over?" You called from the kitchen. Calum's family was coming over to celebrate the end of the 'There's No Place Like Home' tour, and you and Calum were having a barbecue. "Around four o'clock, boo," he responded. "Why?" "I need to know when to start seasoning the potatoes," you told him. You heard running feet come closer and closer when Calum burst through the kitchen door. "Can I help, Y/N? I always watched my mom do this but she never let me help! Mali always beat me to it!" He begged. You couldn't resist his big brown puppy-dog eyes (come on who can), and nodded yes. Over the course of forty-five minutes, you and Calum had managed to finish preparing the potatoes. The two of you had also managed to completely destroy the kitchen. There was a large wet splotch on Calum's shirt where you had playfully thrown a potato at him. There were small grains of salt and pepper in your bra after Calum had shoved a handful down your shirt. "W-what time is it?" You asked, breathless from laughing. "3:41," Calum replied, giggling. "Oh my god! Your family is going to be here in like 10 minutes! We have to clean everything up, Calum!" You yelled, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull him into the bathroom. "Hold up, boo," Calum stopped you. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you to him. "That was fun, boo. You know, I really love you a shit ton," Calum whispered softly. "I love you a shit ton times three," you joked, poking his chest. Calum grinned at you and kissed you sweetly, not caring if his family walked through the door at that moment.
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DON'T STOP LYRIC VIDEO
OMFG
IT WAS AMAZING RIGHT LIKE OMFG DR. FLUKE AND smAsh AND CALPAL AND MIKE-RO-WAVE JESUS I AM EVEN MORE IN LOVE W THOSE DORKS THAN I WAS BEFORE GOSH
ENJOY
I'M JUST SO HAPPY YAS :-)
-Anna x
