5 seconds of summer Preferences

#9: You find him playing with your kid

Ashton:

You heard a strange sound up stairs. When you go see what's up, you found your four year old son, playing with Ashton. It was soo cute that you took a picture and posted it on Twitter and Instagram tagging Ashton with the caption 'This is too cute for my health'. You chuckle at yourself and post it.

"Mommy come here and play with us!" Your son says with his award winning smile. People say that Y/S/N is a clone of Ashton, and believe it, he is.

"Ok, sweetie. Now what car do you want me to be?" You ask taking a seat on the floor next to Ashton as he slips his arm around your waist.

Michael:

You were behing the wall listening to Michael play with your twin boys.They were pretending they were The Ninja Turtles and it was so funny because Michael was getting into it.

"No no no, we need to find someone to play Leonardo!" Michael says to the five year old twins.

"I know! Mommy can be Leonardo!" One of the twins says.

"Y/N! Come in here and play with us! You can be Leonardo!" Michael says screaming.

You smile to your self and quickly grab bandanas of the color of the Ninja Turtles and you make holes in them. You grab the blue one and you adjust it around your face.

"Im not Y/N! Im Leonardo!" You say jumping from behind the wall and giving each of them the bandanas.

"Thanks Mommy! Now I can be Raphael!" The younguest twin says giving your leg a tight hug.

Calum:

"But boys don't play with dolls, princess" you heard Calum before you even entered the room. Once inside you see him surrounded by Barbie dolls dressed in pink sparkly outfits and your 6 year old daughter standing right in front of him, about to cry.

"Please daddy" she pouted. It was the same pout that only Calum could manage to pull off before she came into this world. You looked back at Calum and quietly chuckled. It looked as if he wanted to cry too. He didn't wanted to be tortured this way, but he loved his daughter, so he took the doll from her hand.

Minutes later, you were downstairs when you heard a loud shriek from your daughter's room. You got up laughing to yourself because you knew this would happen.

"She's a model, not a football player! you're supposed to walk in a debiclate way"

"You mean delicate" corrected Calum. "I told you, boys don't play with dolls, they don't know how to!" You went inside before your little girl started shouting again.

"I've got an idea!" you interrupted surprising both, Calum and your daughter. "How about I am the model..." you rip the doll off of Calum's hand, "and daddy is the music?"

"Music?" they both asked in unison.

"Yeah, you need music to walk down the runway. Calum, go get your guitar" you had never seen your daughter so excited to play with Barbies before.

Luke:

You had just gotten out of a well deserved, relaxing bath when you heard uncontrollable laughter and shouts and noises from you daughters' bedroom. You cringed as you walked to the room, knowing that the relaxing effect the bath left in you wouldn't last longer. Once inside, you couldn't believe your eyes.

Your husband, Luke was sitting in a pink chair, extremely small for him, in front of a dressing table full of cheap hair products. Your two daughters were surrounding him, their braided hairs bouncing whenever they moved. They tugged and shuffled and combed and pinned and Luke closed his eyes and made really funny faces and even mouthed 'save me' when he saw you standing in the doorway.

"Girls, what do you think your doing?" they stopped for a minute with their mouthes still curved in huge smiles and their eyes sparkly.

"We're fixing daddy's hair" said your older daughter (who was 10) while holding up a hair brush.

"It was my idea!" jumped your younger daughter (who was 7), excitement clearly showing in her face.

"Well, I believe you're not supposed to do that" you said a bit serious.

"Thank you!" shouted Luke, relieved. Your girls seemed disappointed.

You walked closer to them and covered your hands with sparkling hair gel. "You're doing it wrong, see?" you said smearing the sticky substance all over Luke's hair.

"Wait, what?" Luke was shocked. And horrified.

"This is how you do it" you smile as your girls squealed.