5SOS Preferences

Nightmares

Ashton:

Panting, I wake up and feel around for something to hold onto. I find Ashton’s arm and my hand grabs onto it, waking him up. I sit, staring straight ahead, wishing I had never seen that dream or anything that happened in it. Ashton shuffles around in bed beside me. “Y/N,” he says, his voice filled with sleepiness, “are you alright?” I continue to just sit there, trying to catch my breath. He sits up now, too, concerned. My breathing becomes heavier again as I recall the images from the nightmare. My mind is once again taken over by the scenes from the dream. Why is it always the nightmares that we remember? Why not the nice dreams? Ashton sees my actions and is quick to pull me tightly to his chest. “Y/N, it’s alright. I’m here. Whatever happened in that nightmare is fake. You’re safe here with me. I’ll protect you”.

Calum:

We’re walking through the eerie house. I don’t know who is with me, but I know that they’re on my side. It’s really dark, and I can’t see a thing. How did I even get here? As soon as the question crosses my mind, a hideous monster-like creature pops out of nowhere. An eardrum-piercing scream escapes my throat, waking both me and Calum up. It was just a dream, I tell myself. Just a dream. But the images of that thing cannot be unseen. “Woa, Y/N. What was that about?” Calum asks sleepily. “I-the-it-” it seems that I am unable to form sentences that make sense. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just come back under the covers. I’ll keep you safe” Calum suggests, and I take his offer. Burring myself under the covers, I let out a long sigh. Calum reaches across my body with his long arm, grabbing hold of my waist and pulling me closer to him, making me feel secure.

Michael:

“No, don’t. Please stop that. I’m begging you. Stop. Stop! Someone help me! Is anyone out there? Can anyone help me? Anyone? Please. No..no, stop. I asked nicely before! Let go of me! Don’t do that..NO!” I am awoken by Michael shaking my arm, whispering for me to get up. “Y/N,” he sighs when he sees me open my eyes, “are you alright? You were talking in your sleep. You were begging for someone to stop doing something. Then you asked, rather yelled, for help. Then you told the person to stop again”. I nod. Yup, that was the dream. I stay silent, not wanting to discuss what happened in the dream. “Sorry for waking you up, Mikey” I whisper after a while. He lies me down gently on the pillow, rubbing my arm. “Y/N, don’t be sorry. I’m sorry that you had that dream. It sounded awful. Now get some sleep, baby. I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry”.

Luke:

I shoot up in bed, waking myself from the nightmare. The images flash around in my mind once again, not allowing me to even consider falling back to sleep. The more I think about it the more I want to cry. I don’t want to wake Luke up, so I sit there, knees curled to my chest, rocking back and forth, and trying to keep calm. It is not long before I can’t contain myself. My sniffles turn to full blown sobs, waking Luke up, just like I didn’t want to do. He looks around in the dark, immediately waking himself up more when he hears me. “Y/N, baby, what’s the matter?” he coos, taking me into a hug and placing his chin on my head while stroking the back of my hair. The tears don’t stop, and neither does Luke. He lies us down, facing each other, as he continues to rub my hair and whisper reassuring thoughts to me until I fall asleep.