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You're Canadian

You're Canadian (Requested by TheBrunnetteBrain)

A/N: sorry for the lack of updates. Also I'm sorry this one is quite short, hope you still like it x

Ashton:

Ashton couldn't help but be completely and utterly obsessed with your accent. Whenever you spoke he just stared at your lips and seemed to concentrate on the way you said things. "Just talk," he said as he bit his lip. You sighed, "you keep telling me to talk, I've run out of things to tell you!" You laughed. "Doesn't matter." He shook his head. "You don't even listen to what I say. I know that because whenever I ask a question you have to zone back in and figure out what I was talking about." You hit him lightly. "Only 'cause I'm concentrating on your accent so much," he blushed. "My accent?" You asked, a little confused. "Yeah, it's amazing," he admitted. You shushed and dismissed him. "No seriously, it drives me crazy." You raised your eyebrows, "in a good way?" You asked. He chuckled quietly, "in a great way. I'm like obsessed." You rolled your eyes, "says the guy with an Australian accent," you said. "You're voice is nicer," he argued, twirling a strand of your hair absentmindedly. "Whatever you say, Ash." He bit his tongue, "now say 'about' again," "oh my god."

Calum:

"Y/N, no, I'm going to die." Calum had the most intense grip on your wrists right now. You suggested you two should go ice skating together, and he thought it would be super fun, until he stepped on the ice. "This is not fun. This is not fun," he chanted. "Calum!" He snapped out of it. "Relax," you laughed and his grip on you weakened. You slowly led him across the ice, but as soon as he moved a centimetre his grip was back. "I. Am going. To fall." His eyes were on his feet. "Look up at me," you said. He managed to rip his eyes from the ice and concentrate on your eyes. You carefully moved him slowly across the ice, "see, you're doing it!" You said. Your exclamation startled him and he slipped, falling onto his back. You were immediately on the ground. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry," you apologised. He laid there for a moment and glared at you. "I told you I'd fall." He pouted. "I won't let it happen again," you promised. "Pick me up. I'm determined to become semi-decent at this, ok?"

Luke:

It was the very coldest part of Winter, which was probably not the best time for your friend Luke to come and visit. You two were watching a movie and even though you had the heater on, you could hear and feel Luke shivering beside you. "H-how can this t-temperature even e-exist?" Luke uttered out through chattering teeth. You laughed but he looked at you sadly, seeming to be genuinely suffering from the cold. "Oh, Luke." You ran upstairs and got a blanket for the both of you. He relaxed when he saw you approaching with it, and crawled up into a ball when you covered him. He wrapped himself up tightly, he just looked so cute and cuddly that you couldn't help yourself from asking, "Snuggle?" You looked at him hopefully. "R-really?" He blushed and lifted the blanket slightly. You took it and draped it over you, wrapping your arm around his waist. He froze for a moment before he moved his arm and rested his hand on your hip. "Are you warm now?" You asked. His grip on you tightened, "mhmm."

Michael:

"Come on!" You yelled from outside. Michael was inside your house, refusing to come out and have a snowball fight. "Michael!" You yelled, tapping on the window. "It'll be fun!" You were trying your best. He glared at you as he shivered. "My body doesn't know how to deal with these climatic conditions," he yelled back to you. "I have more sweaters you can wear, come on!" After another ten minutes of asking, you finally convinced him to step outside. "I'm going to make you suffer for putting me through this," he said through the scarf wrapped around his face. "How do you plan on doing that?" You asked. He tried to make a swift movement and grab some snow from the ground but he tripped, falling face first into the snow. He was unable to move by the amount of layers he was wearing. You couldn't help but laugh at his position. "You look like a marshmallow," you took out your phone to record his struggles. "You're the meanest girlfriend ever." He pouted and you sighed before helping him up. "Than-" you cut him off by shoving snow in his face. "I'm done with you. I am so done."

A/N: thank you to the amazing PurpleQueen9536, Rissa_5sos and 5sauce4ever ! xx
Ps- I've been ice skating once before and a certain someone took me to the middle of the rink and left me there. If you're reading this I still resent you for that. You know who you are.