5sos preferences // viincensia (completed)

#71♡He Surprises You From Tour♡ by: lovelylittleaces

this is probably the longest preference on this preference book lol
by: lovelylittleaces

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Calum- 
You were in your room, on the phone with your husband, fighting once again. You were trying to be quiet, but your six year old son was sitting by the door listening to you fight, just like he always did. "Calum, I don't know if I can do this anymore." You confessed. "Fine." He replied and hung up. A month later, he had only called to talk to your son and your son made you leave so he could talk to him in private. You were glad, because you didn't really even want to hear his voice right now. After 7 years of marriage, you were ending it. You still love him with all your heart, but you just couldn't do it anymore. Selfishly, you wanted to hold on, but you know it's hurting Calum and your son. While your son was at school on Friday, your sister-n-law, Mali-Koa came and picked you up. First she took you shopping, where she forced you to buy a white strapless dress that reached your knee and had flower detail on the bust. It was a beautiful dress, but not necessarily  the dress for a 25 year old, soon to be divorced mom. You bought it, because you knew she wasn't going to give up. She took you to the spa, where you got massages, manicures, pedicures, and facials. You knew this was her plan all along, you couldn't move, so you were forced to talk to her about Calum. You confessed how hurt you were and that you really didn't want to leave him. You couldn't stop when you started and you were soon crying, luckily you two were in a private room. It felt good to be able to cry and not have to act like a put together grown up. She comforted you, but was careful not to say her opinion, since she was Calum's older sister, but still just like your big sister. Once you calmed down, she told you to put on your dress and you were going out. She drove and refused to tell you where she was taking you. She stopped and you looked out the window. "Mali, please, I don't want to be here, let's just go." You said when you saw she stopped in front of your old school, where you first met Calum. You looked down and moved to toy with your wedding ring, your nervous habit, but it wasn't there. "Shit, Mali, I left my ring at the spa!" You panicked. "I know." She replied. "Do you have it?" You asked. "No, he does." You looked up and saw Calum sitting on the front steps of the school. You took a deep breath and made your way over to him. "Hey." He said when you sat down next to him. "Hey." You replied, suddenly feeling like a nervous teenager talking to your crush. "I love you." He confessed. "That's a really lame thing to say right now." You respond, clearly both of you were feeling awkward. "I know, but it's true and I've done a pretty shitty job of telling you lately and an even worse job of showing it." He dared a glance at you. "I hope it's not too late to make it up to you." He continued, holding your ring out to you. "Aren't you supposed to be down on one knee or something?" You sassed, unable to repress a smile. He laughed and bumped your shoulder with his. "I'm pretty sure that you're supposed to be the one to put on the ring. I've heard you will be cursed with the 7 year itch if you don't." You joked. "I'm starting to reconsider my offer." He replied. "You're such an idiot." You teased. "But you're my idiot until the day I die." You finished, offering him your left hand. "Or I die." He retorted, slipping your ring back where it belongs. You rolled your eyes and kissed him, still feeling the same butterflies in your stomach you felt 10 years ago when you shared your first kiss in the same spot with the same boy. You knew it right then that you would spend the rest of your life with him.

Luke- 
You were working on a massive project at work, so you were having to work overtime, which meant you were barely home and you were hardly getting any sleep. You hadn't seen your husband in months and when you did get to talk to him, you were exhausted. You felt awful, because he was really starting to worry about you. He kept telling you that you should quit and stay home with your son, it wasn't like he couldn't make enough money to support you. That set you off. Was he trying to say that you weren't a good enough mom and were you supposed to just sit at home and use up his money? You got in a pretty heated fight that ended up with you hanging up. The next day you were fired, because you didn't pass the standard on your project and your boss claimed that you just weren't invested enough in your work. You left, crying at first, but then angry. You sent a bitter text to Luke telling him that he got his wish and you were fired. You made it home past 11 as usual and started getting out the money to pay your babysitter, but she wasn't here. You panicked and ran up to your sons room. He was sleeping peacefully in his bed, curled up with a penguin his dad got him, just like he always was when you came home. You heard the bath running in your room and went to go see, assuming it was the babysitter. When you first saw the clearly male figure, you panicked, but realization hit you and you smiled. "Luke." You breathed. He turned around and smiled. He stepped forward and pulled you into his arms. You started crying and he noticed immediately. "What's wrong?" He asked, interlacing your fingers. "I hate fighting with you and I've been a terrible mother lately and I lost my job and-" He cut you off with a kiss. "I hate fighting with you, too, but that's over now. As for your job, who cares, you'll find a better one, one you'll actually enjoy and as for you being a terrible mother, that's not possible. Our son loves you and he was telling me today, I picked him up from school by the way, he was telling me that he wishes he could make mommy feel better. You try to be superwoman all the time, but you need a break, so for the entire week that I'm home, you aren't going to lift a finger. No work. No chores. Nothing except having fun with your two favorite boys." He brushes your tears away and you smile. "That sounds so perfect." You replied. "Now get in Mrs. Hemmings, first treat is a massage from your wonderful husband." He helps you get undressed and you giggle, feeling like you're just two teenagers falling in love all over again.

Michael-
Last night your 5 year old daughter was crying in her room and when you went to check on her, you saw her sound asleep with a picture of your husband, Michael. You called him and told him about it, because that's what you always did. You two always told each other everything at the end of the day, even when he was on tour. It had been 3 months since you or your daughter had seen him and it was really starting to take a toll on both of you. Michael just kept saying he was sorry and he would be home soon. The next night he didn't answer your phone call and you couldn't help but get upset. It was only one day, but still, you never missed a day, it was a promise. You were spending the day at home, catching up on housework and of course had your headphones blaring, so you didn't hear the door. You screamed when someone squeezed your hips. They took out your headphones and spun you around. "Mikey!" You squealed, jumping into his arms. "Hey babe, I missed you." He hugged you tightly before pulling back for a passionate, much missed kiss. "I missed you, too." You whispered. "I needed to be back at home with my girls, so we got a week off and I came home. I decided we need a vacation, so we have an hour to get packed before we need to pick up our little Princess from school and head to the airport." He explained making you smile. "Where are we going?" You asked, hopping down. "Disneyland Paris." He replied. Your face light up, it was perfect. You ran upstairs and packed for you and your daughter as quickly as you could, while Michael helped. You talked about everything you missed while you were apart as you drove to your daughter’s school. "Okay, I'll get her and you wait here." You told him, getting out of the car and making your way to the office. You gave them your daughter’s name and waited for them to bring her up to you. "Daddy!" You spun around and saw your daughter jumping into your husband’s arms. "I told you to wait in the car." You scolded. He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. "I'll make it up to you later." "We are in our daughter’s school, pipe down." You nervously glanced at the receptionist, who looked like she was witnessing two hormonal teenagers making out. You flashed her a very fake smile and walked out with your husband right behind you. "Let's go to Disney." He cheered, smacking your bum. You glared at him and your daughter squealed in delight. "You might not make it through this vacation." You growled to him.

Ashton- 
"She hates me, Ash." You sobbed on the phone to your husband. You and your 15 year old daughter didn't get along at all and you just couldn't handle it anymore, especially by yourself. "She doesn't hate you." He sighed, wishing more than anything that he could be there to hold you. "She's just being a teenager. Maybe it would help if you two could get away and spend some time, just the two of you." He suggested. "How?" You asked. "I'll set it up, you just get packed and get on the plane, let me worry about everything else." He explained. "How did I get so lucky?" You smiled. "I love you." He replied. "I love you, too. Come home soon." You hung up the phone feeling much better than you did before. A few days later you and your daughter were on a plane to a private villa in Greece, reserved just for the two of you. Things were awkward between you and your daughter, but you were trying to get to know her, reaching out to her. It wasn't going well, so the ride from the airport to the villa was silent. That night you both went to bed with a simple goodnight, you told her you loved her but she didn't say it back. You laid on your bed crying. "Just give her some time." You jumped at the unexpected noise, but relaxed when you realized it was your husband. He laid down on the bed next to you and pulled you into his arms. You laid your head on his chest and cried. "I'm a horrible mother." You sobbed. "No you aren't." You picked your head up slightly to see your daughter standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. "I love you, mom." She ran forward and you stood up to meet her in a hug. She cried into your chest while you held her. "I'm so sorry." She cried. "It's okay." You reassured her. You broke apart after a while and before you could say anything, Ashton threw you over his shoulder, then threw your daughter over the other shoulder. You both laughed and screamed as he ran through the house and out to the pool. He jumped in, all of you still in your clothes. You came up and after sharing a look with your daughter, you both jumped on him, holding him underwater. This was easily the best week you had in a long time.

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