Ashton: It was late at night when he finally returned home from tour, the house silent except from the patter of paws as your dog came to greet him. Ashton placed his things down by the door -he’d clean them up tomorrow- and made his way upstairs, popping his head around the door of your daughter’s room, smiling at the sight of her sleeping soundly in her little princess bed. Meanwhile, you had heard the front door open and were on high alert although you found it strange that the dog didn’t make a sound. When the footsteps had headed down the hall to your daughter’s room, you quickly got up, picking up a high heel shoe that was meant to be back in the closet and edged your way to the door, stopping when you heard the intruder coming towards your room. As soon as the door opened, you let the shoe go, hearing a thud as it hit whoever was making their way in. “Jesus! (Y/N)? What the hell?” Your hands came to cover your mouth as you realized that you had just hit your husband. “Ash? Oh, I’m so sorry!” you whispered, rushing to flick on the light before moving to his side to inspect the injury. You had managed to leave quite an impressive mark on his cheek. “Hi,” he suddenly whispered as you were coddling him. “Hi!” you giggled, wrapping your arms around him. “Daddy?” you heard a small, tired voice ask and you detached from Ashton in time to see your daughter wiping at her eyes before looking up at her dad again, eyes widening as she realized that it wasn’t a dream, “Daddy!” He caught her as she ran into his arms, setting her on his hip as she wrapped her small arms around him. “Come on,” he whispered, pulling you over to your bed, “Let’s have a family cuddle shall we?”
Calum: You sighed happily as the warm water relaxed your tense muscles, bringing up your glass to your lips to take a sip of your wine. “So this is what you do when I’m on tour?” a deep, raspy voice said from the bathroom door. “Holy…” you gasped, some of the wine sloshing out of the glass as you shot up in the bath as you saw Calum leaning against the door frame. “Calum?!” you shrieked, grabbing a towel to cover your body. He snickered, making his way into the small room and tugging his shirt from his body. “What are you doing here?” you asked, causing him to laugh louder. “I did tell you I was coming home today. You said you were going to come to the airport.” Your mouth fell open, pulling the now submerged towel closer to your body as you tried to remember. “I’m so sorry!” you gasped, “I completely forgot!” He smiled softly, gently tapping your shoulder to get you to move forward. He sunk in behind you, arms wrapping around you from behind. “I really am sorry,” you whispered, resting your head on his chest, “I-I just had a bad day and oh my God I’m a terrible girlfrie-” Calum quietly shushed you, “I’m kidding, (Y/N). We weren’t due to come home ‘till tomorrow.” Gasping, you turned slightly, smacking his shoulder lightly, “I hate you! Why would you make me think that?!” Laughing to himself, he wrapped his arm around you again, stopping you from moving. “Shh. I missed you.” he whispered pressing small kisses to your cheek, all the way up to your ear, where his teeth grazed your earlobe, “Did you miss me?”
Luke: To say you were excited was an understatement. It had been almost six months since you had saw him being that he was on tour and you hadn’t been able to get time off work to go visit him. You were at the airport, standing talking with a bunch of fans while you waited for the flight to land. You had even brought a sign with his name on it. Every few minutes, you would look up at the screen and when you finally saw that the flight had landed, you got a little more excited. You fixed your hair as you saw more and more people coming in through the doors and you soon saw Michael’s now bleached hair, giving him a small wave as he made his way over to talk to some fans. When you saw your boyfriend’s blonde hair, you held up the sign above your head and when he saw it, his eyes lit up and he held his arms out, waiting for you to come to him. Rolling your eyes, you quickly crossed the airport and into his arms. “Gahh,” he exclaimed, lifting you from the ground, “I’ve missed the smell of a woman being around. I’ve had to live with three sweaty boys for six months. You giggled as he stuck his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, “Luke!” He laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips, “In all seriousness though, I missed you so much.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around him again, “I missed you too.”
Michael: You hated airports. Even more so, you hated them when it was four in the morning and you were tiredly waiting for your boyfriend’s flight to come in. Tiredly, you slumped down on one of the uncomfortable seats, putting in your headphones as you kept your eyes on the screen, hoping that the flight would be earlier rather than later. Of course, luck wasn’t on your side and the flight was delayed by almost an hour so by the time it was due in, you were tired and cranky, not the way you wanted to be when welcoming Mikey home from tour. The doors opened and a tired 5 Seconds of Summer came into view. You smiled softly as Michael slowly made his way towards you, wrapping you up in his arms. “I missed you,” he mumbled, the ends of his lilac hair tickling your cheek. “I missed you more.” you smiled, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. He smiled tiredly and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as Ashton approached the two of you. “You gonna give Mike a little welcome home present?” he asked, causing your cheeks to redden and Michael to smack his shoulder. Laughing, he walked away and Michael turned to look down at you again, “As much as I’d love to have you give me a present, I’m just too tired, Baby.” You snickered slightly and pressed numerous kisses to his face as you led him out to your car.
