5SOS Short Stories/Preferences

Preference #1

Sleeping

Cal: Beside you was a softly snoring Calum, his eyes dashing back and forth underneath his eyelids, dreaming. It was late, the stars were still out and the bedroom was nothing but darkness.

"Cal?" You whispered, running your hand softly through his thick hair. You waited a seconds, only to be responded with a snort. You sighed. You really didn't want to get out of bed, but you had to go to the bathroom. You pulled the blankets off your body, ready to stand and make your way to the bathroom, only to be pulled down into an embrace of warmth from Calum.

"Where you going?" he mumbled hoarsely into your neck, obviously half asleep. "Don't leave me," he continued to whine. You smiled, snuggling back into his spooning.

"I have to pee, Cal,"

"Pee later, I need a cuddle." you laughed at his clingyness.

"Well it's not going to be an enjoyable cuddle if I pee in the sheets." Calum chuckled, the rumble of his laugh vibrating off his chest and against your back. His lips kissed you head slowly before he said,

"You wouldn't." You just rolled your eyes with a sigh, closing your eyes and coming the fact that you would just have to pee in the morning. Calum's hand patted the bed, as if he was searching for something.

"Cal, what're you doing?" you whispered. He ignored you, continuing to run his hand across the sheets until his warm hand found your arm, which he pulled to your chest and held it there, holding you tightly.

"Looking for you," he then answered. "Goodnight love."

"Goodnight Cal."

Ash: When Ashton was tired, he was tired. You knew better than to keep him up when he had long days in the studio. I mean, sitting all day banging those drums, sweat covering your face and using your arm strength was enough to tire you out just thinking about it. So, when Ashton came home late that night, sweaty curls still a mess on his head, you just gave him a quick kiss to the cheek and a squeeze of his bicep as a hello and a goodnight. You would come in later, wanting him to just fall asleep comfortably without you taking up the bed. Slipping into bed, you snuggled into Ashton's chest, pulling the blankets around the both of you, cacooning into his body with one arm to your chest, and the other on Ashton's side.

"Mmm," he moaned sleepily, his eyes flickering open. You looked up at him as he was looking down at you. "Sorry, babe. Did I wake you?" you said quietly, brushing the hair out of his eyes. His brows were furrowed and a half awake frown was plastered to his lips.

"No," he muttered, leaving a lingering kiss to your lips. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart." You kissed his cheek, understanding how tired he must be.

"Goodnight." You whispered back, rubbing his bare side comfortingly and closing your eyes for the night.

Luke: Moonlight streaming through the blinds coming off the porch illuminated the room, right into my eyes. "Mmm," you moaned, rolling over onto your side. The bedroom seemed to be painted a deep ocean blue due to the midnight sky and full moon streaming through the windows. You sniffed, smiling slightly as you felt warm arms surround you. You kept your eyes closed, softly snuggling closer into the warm embrace Luke was giving you.

"You awake princess?" his groggy morning voice made you smile, but you hid your lips in the blankets you had pulled up around your face. His lip ring brushed against your ear, sending chills down your spine.

"You look beautiful while you sleep, Y/N," he whispered again, pulling you into his chest and bringing the blanket around you tightly. "I love you, Y/N, I love you so much," he muttered into your neck, pressing his lips to your skin. With your heart beating faster, every one of your senses making you want to open your eyes and bring his lips to your own, but you was intrigued to whatever else he might say. His fingers softly trailed across your face, brushing loose strands of hair out of your eyes. "I want to marry you someday," he continued to mumble, kissing your forehead. You stirred, letting out a quiet murmer. It took all of your strength to contain your composure, acting as if you were asleep was harder than you would have thought. "That way you'll be my queen," Luke's fingers trail down your spine, and stopping at the waistline of your shorts. You were expecting him to grab your ass, but instead, he just continued the action, making squiggly lines down your back and kissing your head again and again until his quiet snores took him into a vast sleep.

Mikey: "Maybe if you would move over then," you giggled, failing at sounding angry. Michael chuckled, pushing himself against the wall of the tour bus with his hand in the sheets, only to accidentally yank the earbud the two of you were sharing out of your ear. "MICHAEL!" You shouted playfully.

"No frickle frackle on the bus please." you heard Ashton across the narrow hall in his bunk, probably rolling his eyes at the two of you behind his curtain. You look down and Michael and you smirk.

"Mmm Michael yes baby" Michael covers his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

"Yes Y/N that's the way" You kick the curtain of your bus bunk and start making disturbing noises.

"Ewww stop please!" You hear Luke scream from his bunk above you. You and Michael start laughing. When you finished laughing you rolled off Michael who was now taking all the blanket.

"Remind me again why you don't just sleep on the couch?" you ask, pulling the covers back so they cover the both of you.

"Because then I would be cold. But then again, it wouldn't smell so bad," he joked.

"Speak for yourself!" you poked him in the arm, not being able to resist a smile. Michael pulled you by the waist so you laid on top of him again, looking up at you with a grin.

"You'll have to take a shower with me then, tomorrow, yeah?" you just shook your head, too tired to put up with his sexual humour.

"Stop talking and go to bed, grass head. You have a show tomorrow." Michael laughed once more at your attempt of making fun of him.

"You love my green hair and you know it." he kissed your head.

"Of course I do," you whispered, tucking your head underneath his chin and clinging to his sex pistols tank top. "Goodnight Mikey," you whispered.

"Good night Y/N."