5 Seconds of Summer Preferences 2.0

#129: He Comes Home From Tour Early

A/N: 

I can't believe that I'm almost finished with these, yet I'm also excited because I will have time to focus on longer writings and more broad stories. The last two preferences are planned so I can finally say that I no longer will take requests for preferences ever again on this blog! Ouchh.

Luke:

With yells and obnoxious food plastered on the screen your eyes couldn't help but glance towards the flickering machine. You had no idea what time it was, possibly after midnight and the sheets were covered to your chin. You had been staring at the TV barely getting the count of how many Gordon Ramsay episodes you had watched. But food had been served and thrown out at least thirty times now, you should have turned it off on the second episode. But that was how your Sunday had progressed and fucking up your sleeping schedule meant there was no hint of sleep tonight either. Sitting with tongue resting between your lips in question you wondered whether to turn the TV off or not. Rumour has it that signals from technology only damaged your sleeping schedule even more. You leaned over to grab the remote but puzzles took away your attention. At first you were sure it was just something in your mind just to fuck you up a bit more. You had to admit, you had been the biggest paranoid ass in the entire population of Sydney. But as it continued and you had debated with yourself for a minute whether it was real or not you decided to take action. Leaning your body over the edge of the bed you cursed far away when disappointment hit you. Usually a large flashlight was under the bed for safety and other uses but somehow Luke or you had placed it somewhere else. Deciding to go with your phone instead and a clothes hanger that was found on the floor you tiptoed out of your room. You were completely sure that if it wasn't because of your heartbeat banging so loudly you would have been quiet as a mouse. You took the turn down the hallway and slowly walked down the stairs. You weren't sure what you had to prepare for, the chances of it being a rat was just as big as a buglar. You could hear more puzzles from the end of the stairs and now the hairs on your arms were rising. You almost regretting walking out because no matter what it was you doubted you had the balls to handle it. When you came to the end you leaned your shaking arm towards the lights on switch and counted to, "OneTwoThree!" Your eyes widened in surprise when all the lights in the living room was flicked on and there stood a just as surprised Luke still hovering over his shoe tie. "Luke?" Your eyes felt portrayed, you almost couldn't believe it. He couldn't be standing there, the last time you had seen his presence was in Singapore. "I uh-," Luke looked down with wide eyes feeling completely caught in the act. He looked up at the clothes hanger you were still threathining in the air. "I wasn't supposed to scare you." He smiled and you dropped the hanger in your hands and stormed towards his direction. "What are you doing here?" You asked, looking up. "I thought that instead of spending time in LA during our tour break why not use it with my lovely girlfriend instead." He caressed your cheek carefully, seeing just exactly what he had been looking for since he sat on the plane on his way home.

Calum:

"I adore you so much Y/N." Looking up from the stack of hair you had between your fingers you continued to cut with the scissor but furrowed your eyebrows. Your costumer was looking up at you with a soft smile, her dimples showing. You looked confused but then realised what she was talking about when she continued speaking. "I mean, living the life with a man who leaves for 6 months straight. Like, I can't help but feel a little bit ashamed when I complain to my husband when he has to work overnight. You can't even argument." You shrugged your shoulder by her words, smiling carefully. This wasn't the first time someone had said this to you. "I don't know Hilary, I just think that you get used to it once you tried it before." You explained carefully and looked into her reflection in the mirror. The regular way to communicate at your salon. "You're a wonder woman." She honestly said and leaned back in the seat. You couldn't help but smile again, liking her compliment. But deep down it was a hell, you couldn't fully describe it to someone else because you didn't want to talk down about tours and such. It wasn't something you wanted to look at as a bad thing. Everyone deserved to work with their passion, just like you did. You turned her head down so you could see how much she was missing. "Sometimes you just wish for a miracle. You know?" You asked, leaning your head to the side. She nodded her head in agreement. Fully understandable of what you were talking about. You smiled carefully and put the scissor away, leaning over to grab the hairspray instead. Hilary was a regular costumer every fifth week, and a total talking head. "Know the feeling." She smiled and nodded her head towards a new costumer who sat on the chair twice away from her. "I don't have anyone after five." You mumbled below your breath and decided to investigate whoever had showed up. The person was wearing a hoodie over his head and you looked down at Hilary who only nodded her head in agreement. "I'm almost done so it's okay. We'll take the permanent next time." She smiled and shrugged away the extra hair. You nodded your head in agreement and grabbed your equipment to move station. "I don't think you have an appointment but I think I can press you in." You looked down at your papers just in case you had missed something but you hadn't. "I'm sure you can fit time for me." Your eyebrows furrowed by the familiar voice. Looking over his shoulder Calum looked up at you with a smirk that was so teasing you felt your heart skip a beat. "Fuck no..." You shook your head in disbelief, a hand coming in front of your mouth. "Or do I need an appointment tomorrow morning instead?" He grabbed your hips and moved you down to his lap to give you a long waited kiss. "No..." You shook your head, already concluding it in your mind. There was a gap hole on the tour. "I can't believe you're home." You held your face close to his neck, feeling his warmth, his smell and everything that felt so alone when he wasn't there. "You're not leaving my side now."