5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Book two]

#5 Waking Up

Ashton: You woke up with a slight chill, groaning and reaching out to feel your boyfriend’s warm embrace. Unfortunately for you, he wasn’t there. “Ash?” You called out into the silent room, letting the sheets fall lightly onto your lap. As you began to smell a scent of french toast coming from your kitchen, you decided to get up and find Ashton. When you entered the kitchen you saw your adorable boyfriend, shirtless and singing along softly to music coming from a small speaker on the counter beside him. You tiredly made your way over to him and pressed your forehead to his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him and humming contentedly. “Good morning, beautiful,” Ashton said with that cute little giggle. He turned around in your arms and pressed his lips to yours gently. “I’m making you breakfast. Hungry?” You nodded happily in response, pressing your lips to his again. “Thank you, Ash. Love you,” you mumbled sleepily. “I love you more, Babe.” Ashton kissed you once last time before turning back to the food to finishing making you a delicious breakfast. 

Luke: "(Y/N) wake up," Luke whisper yelled in your ear. You groaned turning away from your boyfriend. Luke was far more of a morning person than you were, so waking up with him every day was a bit of an ordeal for you. Not giving up so easily, Luke ran over to the other side of the bed and began poking your cheeks. "But I cooked for you, Babe!" Luke sighed, pouting because he wanted to show you what he made for you. Hearing that Luke may have been near the stove was just what you needed to get you up. You shot up, and ran to the kitchen only to see smoke coming from a pan. "Lucas!" You yelled watching with wide eyes as your lanky, clumsy boyfriend turned off the fire on the stove, and plunged the pan with the burnt food into the sink to pour water on it. You groaned again, and walked your bare feet over towards Luke and hugged him. He looked so disappointed that he couldn’t even make you a few pancakes. He loved you so much, and all he wanted to do was show it. "I’m sorry, Babe. I thought I could do it, I really didn’t think I’d burn everything." You chuckled at the man-child you were so in love with and reached up to kiss him. As you pulled away, you whispered, "It’s okay, Lukey. Maybe next time just show your love differently. Or you know, don’t cook without me." You both laughed as he pulled out a box of cereal and shrugged at you. "Well good morning then, Babe. Want some cereal?" 

Calum: Shifting in Calum’s arms for the tenth time since you fell asleep, you decided to give up on sleeping and just watch Calum until he woke up. His plump lips were slightly open, and he was snoring softly. You ran a finger along his cheekbones, admiring this amazing boy that was holding you close to him as if you would slip away if he didn’t clutch onto you at night. You pushed a strand of black hair away from his forehead and pressed your lips lightly to his cheek. After you had repeated the action multiple times, Calum finally woke up and immediately smiled at you. Finally releasing you to stretch his long arms, he groaned and sat up in bed, pulling you up with him. “How’d you sleep, Baby?” He spoke with a raspy morning voice. “I slept okay, I’m still kinda tired though,” you answered quietly. He dipped his head down to kiss right beside your mouth, and mumbled into your skin, “You’re so pretty, (Y/N).” You loved waking up next to Cal because he was the most affectionate and sweet when he was still half asleep and holding you. “You’re so cute,” you spoke back, giggling. “Don’t leave me today, Baby. Please? Let’s stay in bed all day long,” Calum whispered into your neck. All you could do was nod in agreement and close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of Calum’s breath moving along your skin.

Michael: Waking up with Michael was definitely an interesting experience for anyone involved. You were on tour with Mikey, and you two had to wake up to go to an interview, but neither you or your boyfriend were awake yet. You started to wake up when you heard pounding on your hotel door and voices telling you that you had to leave in 20 minutes. “Mikey,” you whispered. “What?” You heard him whine. “We have to go in 20 minutes, and you,” you sniffed him and shuddered, “need to take a shower. Like right now.” Michael sat up and rubbed his eyes, breathing in deeply. “A shower, eh? Well I’m only going in if you go with me,” he spoke to you, winking. You laughed, “We don’t have time for that, Michael.” “Who said anything about sex, (Y/N)?” he quickly responded with a smirk. “Babe, we all know that any chance you have to have sex, you will take. You’re not fooling anyone. Now get in the shower,” you commanded trying hard to sound serious and not laugh. Michael kissed the top of your head and on his way to the bathroom yelled, “Fine, fine. You’re lucky I love you.”