Ashton
“…and now we’d like to welcome world-wide music sensation, 5 Seconds of Summer!”
You watch your boyfriend and his band mates walk onto the stage area, all long legs and black clothes, sitting in a big pile on the couch. From the side, you observe them adoringly. It goes smoothly, similar to all their other interviews, until the end, when the interviewer asks an odd question.
“You boys look really tired this morning, have you just been really busy recently?”
A flash of what went down (literally) last night comes into your mind; you immediately flush red. Ashton does too, obviously thinking the same thing.
“Actually, no, it’s been pretty relaxed,” Luke says with a cheeky smile. The interviewer raises an eyebrow.
“Why don’t you ask Ashton why we couldn’t sleep last night?” Michael says, a smirk on his face.
All eyes go to Ash, who dissolves into a fit of giggles, burying his head in his hands. Behind the scenes, you’re also mortified, but at least nobody’s looking at you.
“His girlfriend, Y/N, joined us yesterday,” Michael explains.
“No, stop!” Ashton yells, shoving Michael, still laughing.
“It was pretty bad,” Luke confirms.
(I usually do Michael first, but I liked this order for this pref)
Michael
When you wake up, everything around you is white. Your first thought in your delirious, half-asleep state is “is this heaven?” Rolling over, you see Michael Clifford curled up next to you, lilac hair tousled and tangled, puffy blankets tucked around his naked body.
Yup, definitely heaven.
You know you should probably get out of the hotel before he wakes up; you’re not even sure if he knew you slept over. Quietly and carefully, you climb out of the bed and slip on your dress from last night. It’s very small and tight, so you dig through Michael’s clothes for a sweater to put over it. You hurriedly wash off the remains of your ruined makeup and tie your hair, hoping if you do see someone then they won’t know who you are, if you’re so plain-looking. Grabbing your heels, purse, and the promised tickets Michael left on the table, you head out of the room.
To run right into Luke and Calum. Oh fuck. You try to hurry past them, to no avail.
“So Mikey had some fun last night?” Calum smirks, blocking the way down the hall.
Luke groans, “Yeah, I was next door, I got a live play-by-play.”
The blush in your cheeks deepens as you try again to push past them.
“I see you already have a couple tickets,” Calum observes. “But, I mean, you probably have some more friends who could come, and you won’t get any more from Mikey.” He has a suggestive grin, reaching a hand out to trail down your hip. Normally, you’d be all for it, maybe throw Luke in there too. But right now you’re tired and embarrassed and need a shower. You jerk back from his touch. When you move, the oversized sweater slips down, exposing your collarbone.
And apparently a giant hickey.
Luke and Calum’s eyes go wide, jaws dropping.
“Well, damn,” Luke gasps, “ I always knew Michael had a mouth on him, but…damn.”
Calum
“Hi guys,” you greet your three best friends, yawning.
“Morning, Y/N!” Luke says around a piece of toast.
You walk over to the sink to pour a glass of water, when two strong arms wrap around you from behind.
“Good morning, baby,” Calum says, placing a soft kiss on your neck. You turn to face him, getting a faceful of smooth bare chest - not that you’re complaining. You’re used to it; he’s always walking around in his boxers or, on the good days, naked.
Calum turns to grab a plate from the cupboard, when there’s a sudden loud snort of laughter from where the other boys are sitting. You look at Calum for a explanation but he merely shrugs in ignorance.
“Nice back!” Ash says between peals of laughter.
The blood drains from your face as you glance at Calum’s back; it’s completely covered in scratches, courtesy of a very wild night.
“Oh my God, go put on a shirt!” you hiss at him, shoving him out of the room. You both run up the stairs, the boys yelling catcalls and dirty comments after you.
Luke
“Good morning, Y/N,” comes Luke’s groggy voice, still thick with sleep. You grunt in reply, pressing yourself closer to his chest.
“We should get up, we’re gonna arrive in like a half hour,” Luke says softly, untangling himself from you. He sits up and grabs his boxers from where they were discarded at the end of the bed last night. He slips out of the bunk and disappears below, leaving you to pull on his Blink-182 shirt from yesterday and your underwear. You pause for a moment, sitting in his cocoon of blankets. You thought Luke would be all cuddly and sweet the morning after, or at least stay in bed for more than 30 seconds. Sighing, you grab your phone, scrolling through Tumblr. From the back of the bus, you can hear the sounds of conversation, and then Calum loudly says, “Oh, well hello Luke! Have a good sleep?” They all start laughing, Ash’s about an octave above Michael and Calum’s.
You climb out of the bed, figuring you should go in there and rescue Luke; your thoughts are confirmed as Michael goes, “You do know that when you’re in the bunk above me, mines shakes too.”
Luke groans with an embarrassed smile. You hang back out of their sight, curious as to what they’ll say next, without you around.
“It was about time, though,” Calum says, patting Luke on the back.
“Although you could’ve waited until we were in a hotel…where we’re not two feet away…” Ashton adds.
“I never knew you could make noises like that,” Michael laughs, then says seriously, “And I never want to hear them again.”
“Shut up,” Luke says, wiggling past them, “I just wanted to get my phone, I left it in here last night.”
“Aw, you want to take some selfies to commemorate the occasion?” Ashton teases. “ ‘Luke and Y/N Finally Had Sex’.” He spreads his hand in the air in front of his face, miming a headline.
“Yeah, well at least I have a girlfriend,” Luke replies weakly, walking down the bus to where you’re standing. “Ignore them,” he says, placing a hand on your hip and leaning down to give you a light kiss (to which Ashton whistles, and Michael says, “Please not round two.”).
