5 Seconds of Summer Preferences 2.0

#125: You Are In A Band

A/N:

With Luke's I'm literally just picturing how it feels to be a songwriter and getting inspired from other songs. Not necessary always writing but letting the music float through your body from other artists while spending time in a quiet large house with the other boys in Los Angeles.

Luke:

Keys harmonizing and echoing in the large living room with view over the rest of Los Angeles sounded to catch your attention. It wasn't what first grabbed yours, the yoghurt in your hands was stabilized along with a fork and a banana. You had been hovering over the fridge with half gazing eyes, trying to conclude what was served for breakfast when you heard the tones. First a D, then a C and back to an H. It wasn't until you heard the faint sound of Luke's voice you noticed it wasn't just a random melody playing inside of your brain. Sometimes it did happen, you'd think any musician was going through this kind of mind sleeping. At first you were standing with your knees touching the back of the couch, not wanting to startle him. He could be so full in his mind that he wouldn't notice the small sounds from his behind. But as he paused for a breath his eyes glanced coincidentally towards the window reflections, watching you stand with a smile. "My voice is a little groggy in the morning. Sometimes it's good and at other times I sound like someone still stuck in the puberty." You shook your head by his words, placed the breakfast on the coffee table in front of the couch and stood by the side of the black piano. "Is it John Legend?" You asked, watching him nod his head. None of you had made the comment yet but you were in fact just standing in a band tee and your panties. He was wearing grey sweats with no shirt on. He played the intro again, coughing silently to get the tone right and you watched him for a bit. It wasn't until he made the small squeeze on the stool to let you sit as well, continuing to move his hands between the keys. "My head's under water but I'm breathing fine." His voice was a bit silent at first but getting into the words he sang louder. "You're crazy and I'm out of my mind." You continued from his, watching his lips quiver up in a warm smile and still continued to have his eyes focused on the keys. You continued to sing along, resting your head against his shoulder and let the music float into the room along with the morning sun streaming in your faces.

Calum:

"You've written all of these?" Calum's question made you look up from the boxes in the attic, trying to avoid the cobweb right above your head. "Because they're all amazing." You almost wanted to roll your eyes, you knew what he was looking at. It wasn't something huge on the contrary there was a reason why it was placed in the attic in the first place. You didn't think they'd turn out to be something great so why not just let them stay here to dust instead. "I think they're pretty great." He commented with a raised eyebrow from your reactions. "Just need a bit of readjusting." You weren't sure what he was hinting at but you could tell he wanted to continue from where you had left in the text. "Come on, I'll show you." It was like just al little bit like that could inspire him and you watched as he took the stairs down to your bedroom. You had completely forgotten what you did in the attic in the first place. Following him towards your bed you removed a bit of cobweb from your shoulder that you had caught in the process, looking at him grab his bass and place it on his lap. You sat watching him for a bit, humming the tunes and playing a few tones. It wasn't that he was saying anything but just by looking at his face you could tell he was in deep concentration. "You know I love when you're like this." You had stayed silent for a while just watching him but you felt the need to tell. "What do you mean?" He lifted an eyebrow but a smirk was growing on his face. "This." You nodded your head down at the paper and let his eyes follow your lead. "You mean writing?" He asked and you shook your head. "Letting yourself float into the music and the lyrics. It shows your compassion." By your compliment his cheeks couldn't help but blush in a cute red color, looking down at the paper with a warm smile. "Well I always get inspired by your great lyrics. You could kind of say you're an idol to me." Shaking your head by his words you leaned in for a kiss on the cheek, feeling how your own cheeks were about to match his. In the end you wrote the best songs together as one.

Michael:

"Michael I swear to fucking god if you hit me in the face with a water ballon I wil so-," Before you managed to finish your sentence your mouth was filled with the odd taste of ballon along with water completely drowning your face and hair. It was obvious that Michael clearly enjoyed what he had literally just dared to do, he definitely thought it was worth not regretting. You looked at him with wide eyes after drying the water out of them, spitting some out from your mouth in the process. "You didn't." You pointed at him with a warming finger and he shrugged his shoulder. "What can I say." He threw a ballon in the air and caught it again. "We're the best band on this tour. You just have to open your eyes a little bit more." "If you were the best band at this tour remind me again why your band is MY band's opening act?" Michael's face fell by your words, trying to come up with a comeback but he couldn't. "You're so dead." He leaned down to grab a water ballon, watching you start to run because there was no way in hell you were going to get another one in your face. "You can run but you can't hide!" "Not if you don't see where I'm hiding." You laughed in a yell and sprinted over the stage towards backstage but before you did you managed to slip onto one of the old water balloons that had been splashed by Ashton earlier on. A huge laugh came from Michael in reaction but with the unlucky personality you both shared he couldn't help but slip once you grabbed onto one of his ankles. A loud crash came from above the floor once his back connected onto it, and even if it looked harsh you couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like you've lost." You were quick to sit up and swing one leg over his waist. He was trying to struggle through your arms but it wasn't helping anything as you had pinned him down. "It's not losing if you use the last water balloon." Your eyes widened in surprise when Michael splashed his water balloon into your hair once again, letting the water run down your face. "I hate you." You shook your head in disbelief and felt his hand grab your neck for a kiss, "I love you."

Ashton:

"The next song we're going to play is Heartbreak Girl." You looked to your right in confusion of the sudden announcement of your bassist, trying not to laugh by the sudden announcement of a song that wasn't yours. You could tell by the crowd thay they seemed very excited but you knew in the end it was just a joke. "I guess what Mikeala wants us to play is 5sos. Do you like our opening act or should we replace them with All Time Low?" By your question everyone seemed to scream out loud, clearly just wanting to annoy the hell out of the boys. You loved the love hate rival you had between the bands, it was both fun and entertaining at the same time. "I think we should play a happy birthday song instead." You looked confused between the girls by the sudden voice of Ashton's, you couldn't see where he was standing but you knew he was somewhere. "I think that would be an even better choice." Mikeala nodded her head in agreement and a jolt ran through your body when someone came from your behind and put a birthday hat on your head. You looked over to see Luke standing next to you with a smile and all of the sudden Ashton came from backstage and started to sing happy birthday. It didn't take long for the crowd to catch along and sing with you, the whole arena sounding like a football cheer of happy birthday. You couldn't help but blush, you didn't expect the day to be that celebrated but this gesture was so sweet of everyone. But then the war started. A nice thing came with a daring thing and when the boys brought in cake it took a second to make things get crazy. Before you knew it cake was thrown into your face and a cheeky laugh came from Ashton. "Oh this is a fight I want to be a part of." You weren't mad, just feeling challenged and removed a bit of the frosting from your face to smash it back into Ashton's curls. He looked at you pretty surprised and before you knew it the whole stage was filled with whipped cream, frosting and different kind of fruits from the cakes. It looked pretty much like a mess but what you remembered was the funniest night of your life.