5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

#1 How You Meet

Calum:

You had been friends since the beginning of primary school, when you were both the tender age of 5, and he stole your Barbie doll during play time and drowned it in the sand pit. When he saw how devastated you were over the ruined toy, he gave you one of his cars to play with him. That's when your friendship blossomed.

Through the rest of your childhood, Calum was your only constant. You were an only child, and when your parents divorced, your whole world was turned upside down. But Calum was there for you, and held you together like super glue.

When your heart was broken for the first time, at just sixteen years old, Calum comforted you, telling you he wouldn't let anyone harm you. He hated seeing you like this. He loved you with all his heart. But you were too blind to see in the beginning. He wanted desperately to just kiss you tenderly on the lips, and tell you how much he wanted you to be his, but couldn't do that. Not yet, at least.

It wasn't until you had both matured, reaching the age of eighteen, when you both confessed your love for each other. You two have lived happily ever after since.

Ashton:

You were out, having a girls night with your friends, getting your mind off your sorry excuse of a cheating ex boyfriend. You had a couple of shots, but didn't plan on getting completely trashed, just happy. You were out on the dance floor, "Wasted" by Tiesto was playing, when a pair of Hazel eyes met yours across the room.

Light brown curls cascaded down over the stranger's forehead, and he had a dimpled smile, along with deep laughter lines as he grinned at you walking over.

"Hey babe! You want me to go All Time Low on you!?" He whispered seductively into your ear, nibbling your earlobe while he was at it. You couldn't help but notice the Australian twang in his voice, which just made him even more appealing.

"Can't I find out your name first?" You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his neck that was in perfect alignment with your lips.

"You first!" He breathed. You told him your name, and he pulled back from your neck smiling down at you.

"Mine is Ashton! Remember that, you'll be screaming it later!" He winked cheekily. You didn't thing he was being serious at the time.

But he wasn't wrong.

Luke:

Your friend had dragged you along with her to meet her idols, 5 Seconds Of Summer. You had listened to some of their stuff, and they were good, just, you wouldn't go out of your way to buy their posters or album.

Your friend however was a die-hard fan, with her walls plastered in posters of them. But, despite you not being the biggest fan of them, one boy stuck out for you. Luke, as your friend had told you.

Once you had gotten your time slot to go into the room with your friend, you walked in, holding her hand, because she was so nervous. A set of ocean blue eyes locked onto your own from across the room, and everything just seemed to click. You completely forgot about your friend next to you, but she was too busy talking to the other boys.

Whereas, you had started your own conversation with Luke. You knew instantly you liked him, and the feeling must have been mutual, as you walked home, his number saved to your phone in your back pocket.

Years later, you were now preparing to marry that same blue eyes boy who had swept you off your feet.

Michael:

It was the usual Saturday night. You had your pizza box in one hand, some new video games in the other, and you were internally debating on whether to buy the zombie slaying game you had picked up too.

"Are you going to get that?" A deep voice asked from beside you. You looked up, and there stood a boy, with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, complete with a Def Leppard t-shirt an a few tattoos along his arms and fingers. Exactly your type.

You looked into his big green eyes, and it felt as though he could stare into your soul. You could feel yourself start to go weak at the knees, so lent on a nearby shelf.

"Maybe! Why?" You asked, cocking your eyebrow at him.

"It's the last one!" He said, and gave a fake pouty frown, and you lifted it up to hand to him.

"Here, you can have it!" You smiled.

"Nah, you take it! Just means you have to take me home too, so I can play it with you!" He winked cheekily, and you just shook your head, chuckling at his keeness to get to know you.

"Well, at least learn my name before inviting yourself to my house! Y/N!" You smiled, putting the games on the pizza box so you could shake his hand.

"Michael!" He smiled back, shaking your hand.

Little did you know you would end up marrying this purple haired boy and spend the rest of your life with him, all because of an insignificant video game.