Ashton
"Ash no you gotta add that too." You said to a struggling Ashton.
"But (y/n) do I have to?" He asked, running his hands through his hair, a thing he does when he gets frustrated.
"I'll tell you what, for every two questions you get right, I'll give you a kiss." You smirked at his face lighting up.
"But why not a kiss for every question I get right?" he whined, looking into your eyes and doing his puppy dog face.
"It's called motivation, Ash." You giggled tapping on the desk in his room.
"Fine" Ashton groaned, picking up his pencil and starting his math.
By the end of your study session, Ashton and you had kissed a ton and he'd learned most of the chapter.
Michael
"Thanks for studying with me (y/n)." Michael blushed, getting his book out.
"Anything for you Mikey." You smiled, kissing his cheek, "what don't you get about it?"
Michael told you everything that he didn't get about the English assignment that you had last night.
"See Michael that's all to it." you smiled, highlighting one last thing in his notes.
"And yet another reason why I'm lucky you're my girlfriend." he laughed, wrapping his arms around you.
"Because I give such great hugs?" you teased him, causing him to laugh.
"That and because you're a genius." He laughed again.
Calum
"You two want some snacks?" Your mum said, poking her head in your room.
"No, thanks (y/m/n)" Calum smiled sweetly, happy to get a break from studying for your Spanish final.
"You two have been up here for hours, I was starting to get worried." Your mum laughed.
"No, we just suck at Spanish." You laugh, looking over at Calum and laughing harder.
"Okay sweetie, come get me if you need anything." Your mom says, closing your door.
"This is so stressful." Calum sighed, putting his head down on your desk, then tilting his head to look at you.
"Yeah, I'm thinking maybe we should take a break?" you suggested, biting your lip.
"Alrighty then," Calum smirked, picking you up and kissing you softly, "fuck Spanish" he said, putting your back up against the wall.
Luke
"So our song?" you said, tucking your hair behind your ear and picking up the pencil.
"Yeah, I guess we could start it." Luke sighed, spinning around in his chair.
"Sooo you got any ideas?" you said, having complete writers block.
"I think it should be soft and slow." Luke suggested, getting up to get his guitar.
"Like a love song, Hemmings?" you teased, looking up from your notebook.
"I guess," Luke blushed, looking at you, "unless you don't wanna do that," he frowned, looking around the park.
"No, I think that a love song would be mixing it up from everybody else, and plus it would be fun to write." you smiled, looking into Luke's eyes.
