5 seconds of summer preferences

Don't stop (His POV)

Ashton: "You got me thinking that we could run away, you want I’ll take you there, you tell me when and where,"

She was drop dead gorgeous. No, gorgeous might just be an understatement for someone like her. She was more than just a beautiful face, she was a selfless girl who didn’t think of herself before others. She had a smile that could prbably light up the entire world, and that same smile would give me butterflies whenever it was directed at me. Heck, that smile gives me butterflies even if it wasn’t directed at me. She thinks her laugh is the most horrible sound you could ever here, but she doesn’t know that her laugh is probably one of my most favorite sounds in the world. She was annoyed by her voice, but what she doesn’t know is that her voice is probably the soundtrack of my life. She doesn’t like how her hair doesn’t stay in place, but I couldn’t care less about that. She looks beautiful even if she has bedhead, and I’ve seen her like that plenty of times - she was still gorgeous. Her eyes - they’re my most favorite thing about her, I think her eye color is my new favorite color because whenever I see something close to her eye color, I would start thinking about her. It’s crazy to think how I’ve fallen so hard for this girl, when it’s only been about three months since we started dating. I would do anything for her in a heartbeat, she knows that she’s stolen my heart and that I wouldn’t want to take it back ever again. It gets harder for me to see her these days because of my busy schedule, and sometimes, I would just think of running away with her all the way to the other side of the world. If she wanted to, of course, I would be willing to book a plane ticket anywhere in a heartbeat. I ran my fingers down her skin, caressing her cheek as her lips parted slightly, her chest rising up and down slowly. I pressed my lips onto her temple, mumbling an “I love you so much,” before wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her closer as my consciousness started to drift away, the sound of her quiet snoring lulling me to sleep.

Michael: "But then I asked for your number, said you don’t have a phone. It’s getting late now, I gotta let you know that everybody wants to take you home tonight but I’m gonna find a way to make you mine,"

My eyes continued to watch as she swayed her hips to the beat, her hands roaming her body as she proceeded to throw her head back, laughing along with her friend. She runs her fingers through her hair, spinning around without stopping her little dance. Her eyes flickered towards mine, my lips tugging into a smirk when she stopped dancing when she caught sight of me. I had to admit that I’ve been watching her the entire time, ever since I came into this club two hours ago with the boys. I don’t know what exactly made me notice her, but she definitely had something that no one else in this room has. I’m still not quite sure what that is, but whatever that something is, it just keeps drawing me to her more and more. She mirrored the smirk that was plastered on my face, and she turned away from me, minding her own business again. My stomach churned with our little exchange, and I found myself wanting to get to know her even more. She just makes me want to pin her up against the wall and start peppering kisses down her jaw and onto her neck. I’ve seen the way all the other guys look at her, they all stopped to watch her dance at least once and that’s how I know that I needed to make my move on her soon, or else she would slip through my fingertips. She stopped dancing an hour later, my eyes still watching her as she made her way to the bar, where I was hanging out for three hours now. “Can I have a beer?” She asked the bartender, to which he attended to. She was glistening in sweat from all that dancing she did, but she didn’t smell of sweat at all - I can still smell the perfume she wore, it was still quite strong too. “Are you even old enough to drink?” I asked, placing my head on my palm as I slightly shook my drink in my other hand. She glanced at me, her lips pursed into a thin line, “Do you think I’m underage?” The bartender finally served her the beer she ordered, and she quickly took it from him, chugging it down easily. “Well, I actually wouldn’t know because I don’t know you, yet,” I replied, and she placed the glass down onto the counter again. She turned to me, taking a step closer so that she could place her manicured finger onto my chest, “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” She began to walk away from me, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me, making her crash into my chest. “Well then, I want to start finding out. Can I have your number?” She gently pried my fingers off her wrist, flicking some of the hair that got into her face with a smile, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a phone, but I’ll see you around,” Her right eye dropped into a wink, before she walked away from me yet again. I let out a chuckle, sipping my drink as I wished that I could see her again soon.