5 Seconds of Summer Preferences 2.0

#130: The Small Things You Do For Each Other

A/N:

One last time fluff in the preferences! I really feel this was my strong side when it came to small cute writings like these. It was the ones I was most motivated to write, besides the ones with the many sleeping preferences hahaha! I think I'm going to miss this the most but hopefully everyone can look back to the old ones and read them all together :-) 

Luke:

Yawning quietly you stretched your arms far in the air and leaned forward to shake your shoulders. The sun was carefully streaming far from behind, the white curtains weren't covering much, but it was still 7 AM, so the sun wasn't as awake as you were just yet. Snores were low from your side, and Luke's curls and cheek were forced into the pillow. His lips were partly open and you could tell that he was far from here. Smiling softly you wrapped the kimono around your waist and stood up to walk into the bathroom. It was mornings like these where he would sleep later than you. Being up late, writing songs and recording made him exhausted. And when you had to wake up for classes you both had agreed that it would just be easier for him to sleep. Sometimes he would wake up and say a small good morning and at other times you would just kiss him on the cheek. But walking into your bathroom you couldn't help but smile widely through your tired eyes. Notes filled on the large mirror hanging above the sink. "Even in my sleep I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world." One said, which was one of those that stood out to you. Leaning your head against the doorframe with a stomach bobbling with butterflies you looked over your shoulder to look at him still sleep. But what a smile that was also embracing his tired features with sweet dreams.

Calum:

"No, that's not the correct chord. Let me try it again." Michael mumbled to himself, his reflection almost flashing into the bonfire. It had you all circled around it, Luke's mouth filled with marshmellows and Ashton right next to him trying to keep up up with the same amount. You shook your head in disbelief by the small food fight they had and focused back on Michael's confusion. "Come on, man. You wrote this song yourself." He cursed under his breath and you couldn't help but laugh by how lost he felt. It was one of his own songs after all written on the album. You laughed quietly to yourself and looked up when fabric was wrapped around your shoulders. By the second you glanced at Calum he winked. "I know it's not cold." He gestured towards the bonfire that gave away all the heat you could possibly get. At any other moment you would have most probably been freezing in the California weather but not in this case. "I just thought you didn't want to get bitten by mosquitos. They are literally everywhere." Even though it wasn't much you had seen any of the flying satans you still wrapped your arms closer to the black jacket he had thrown over your shoulders. The smell of his cologne just gave you the feeling of home and when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as well only sitting in his tee your cheeks blushed in a deep shade of red. Oh boy.

Michael:

Not wanting to disturb your sleep and ruin the different sleeping routines you had, Michael had wrapped himself up in a blanket in a living room and was leaning his head against the armrest of the couch. His eyes were focused on the Fortnite playing on the screen, his fingers touching between the different buttons and his eyebrows furrowing. He was in such a deep concentration he could barely hear your faint sleeping sounds coming from the bedroom upstairs. He never really was the one to turn on the TV in the bedroom it was literally just a principle to him. He just wanted you to sleep peacefully and when he was having nights like these where he just couldn't sleep because of jetlag he just sought comfort on the couch. But what he wasn't expecting was for you to suddenly stand by his feet, looking down at him with a bowl of popcorn. "Honey, I thought you were sleeping." He sat up by the sight of you. You shrugged your shoulder and placed the bowl onto the coffee table. "I was, but I couldn't without you." A flash of guilt was upon his face by your words but they quickly faded away when you crawled onto him. Wrapping yourself under the blanket you closed your eyes again, not caring about the shooting sounds coming from the TV. All you wanted was just to lay with him, sleep didn't matter because you knew at nights like these were the ones where he needed you the most.

Ashton:

He had almost been tripping. His legs were forced to be crooked to the left side just to make sure there was also space for you but he also had to make sure he was sitting comfortably. Ashton had only been sitting in the same position for thirty minutes but he was already getting insane. You had been sitting watching him almost in pain, it wasn't supposed to be like this but ending up with confused flight tickets you ended in the back instead of the front with at least some sort of extra leg space. You almost felt guilty since you were the one ordering the tickets but in the end it couldn't be your fault. Nobody was sitting next to you but it was still tiny as hell and Ashton couldn't even stretch his legs probably without kicking the person in front of him and his safe west. Not to mention it was late at night and he was just trying his best to fall asleep. But instead he kept the rest of the plane awake. "Come here." You invited, opening your blanket and sneaking an arm over his shoulder. He looked at you hesitantly, he knew he could be heavy weight when he leaned on top of you. "It's okay. I don't mind." You ran your hand through his hair, knowing just exactly well what it did to him and his eyes slowly felt heavier. "Thank you so much." He nuzzled his face into your chest and sighed happily by finally feeling some sort of peace.