Calum: Really, you just hadn’t had the best luck with locations. Not only did your boyfriend tour the world, which meant that he wasn’t home a lot, your best friend had moved a while ago and she lived in another country now. Basically, the two people that meant most to you weren’t on the same continent as you very often, and there were only so many plane tickets you could afford. By some weird coincidence, Calum came home from tour around the same time your best friend came to visit… which lead to some complications. “I’m gonna go see Y/F/N,” you said to him. He was laying on the couch watching a TV program. You knew how tired he was, so you figured he wouldn’t mind that you wouldn’t be spending his first day home with him. You should’ve known better. “What?” he frowned, shooting up from his position on the couch. “You’re leaving?” “Only for a couple hours.” “But…” He didn’t finish his sentence, just staring at you with a mixed look of hurt and confusion on his face. “I’ll be back soon enough,” you said, taking your coat off the hanger. “Sure,” he mumbled, “go spend time with your friend when your boyfriend came all the way from another continent to visit you.” You let out a light laugh. “You didn’t just come for me, you came for your family as well. Don’t be such a downer, Cal, you know I love you but I haven’t seen Y/F/N in ages either and I missed her.” “Didn’t you miss me?” He’d somehow managed to pull not just his lips but basically his entire face in a pout, his brown puppy eyes shooting you pleading looks. “I did miss you, but you’re gonna be here when I get back in a couple of hours and we’ll have all evening.” “Fine, it’s clear who’s more important to you,” he sighed, pretending to be joking, but you could tell that he wasn’t happy about it. You did go to see your friend, but knowing he was at home on the couch pouting and feeling sorry for himself made you go home all that much sooner and the way his eyes lit up when you stepped through the front door made it all right again.
Ashton: You didn’t go out to bars or clubs all that often, as you just weren’t that much of a party animal. But at Luke’s 18th birthday party, you couldn’t not go, and so you’d pulled yourself together and dressed up nicely to make it a fun evening at the club. It was a fun evening, for the boys at least; at the end of the night, Luke and Michael were drunk out of their minds and Calum and Ashton were clearly not sober either. You, however, hadn’t had nearly enough alcohol to not be annoyed by their drunken slurs, so when a sober looking guy started talking to you, you were kinda happy about it. “You don’t look like you’re having too much fun,” he smiled, taking a stand next to you. “My friends are really drunk.” To be honest, yes, you probably should’ve specified that one of those friends was your boyfriend, but you didn’t think the guy really cared. “Mine too,” he answered. “Wanna get out of here?” You were taken aback by his blunt offer and it took you a couple of seconds, in which Ashton had already appeared by your side out of nowhere. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice shaking with anger, “would you mind, I don’t know, not try to take my girlfriend home with you.” “You should’ve told me you were taken,” the guy said, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. When he was out of sight, Ashton possessively wrapped his arms around your waist, and brought his lips to your ear. “Can you believe that guy” he growled, “you’re mine, not his. Fuck him.” “I thought that’s what you did not want me to do?” you teased, knowing it would annoy the hell out of him. “I will beat his ass,” Ashton continued, indeed being annoyed by your comment, and you giggled. “Relax, Ash, don’t be such a jealous dick. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m all yours.” He took your hand, dragging you towards the dance floor. “Yes you are.”
Luke: When you invited Luke over for your parents’ annual neighborhood barbecue, you hadn’t counted on your old childhood friend coming over. You hadn’t seen him in years, but apparently he was back from college for a while and he came with his parents because they were still friends with your parents; long story short, when you saw him sitting in your back garden you had to admit you forgot all about Luke temporarily. You’d known this guy for years and years and for the longest time you had a crush on him. Luke knew this, and his worry was growing stronger with every second that he watched you laugh and talk to him. He was observing from a distance, knowing that he should just trust you and keep out of it, but it didn’t take long before he could no longer ignore the nauseous feeling in his stomach or the way his face seemed to heat up. You were just giggling about some old memory when Luke joined you. He didn’t touch you or even say anything, he just stood there, and his presence was enough to make you remember that it wasn’t very nice of you to dump your boyfriend and leave him all on his own for the past hour. “Luke, this is Y/F/N,” you introduced him, taking your hand in his. “This is Luke.” “I’m her boyfriend,” Luke blurted out, his cheeks immediately coloring red cause he knew you wouldn’t appreciate him doing that. But, you’d noticed the way his brows were furrowed and the look in his eyes, so you knew what was going on, and you felt kind of guilty for forgetting all about him. “My boyfriend,” you repeated. When that didn’t make him smile, you turned around and pulled his head down, pressing your lips against his. He didn’t pull away, instead deepening the kiss, making everyone know that you were in fact his.
Michael: You hadn’t seen your niece in ages so when your aunt asked you to babysit him for a while, you jumped at the chance. She’d been with you and Michael all day and quite frankly, Michael was getting a bit sick of all the attention she demanded for you. Being a typical 5 year old, you could do absolutely nothing without her asking you what you were doing, or if you wanted to play, or if you could do this or that. Although she’d told you that she liked Mikey, she didn’t know him as well and didn’t bother him as much, which meant he’d been mostly on the sideline, watching. And if there was anything Michael did not appreciate, it was not getting any attention from you for a long period of time. Now it wasn’t intentional, but he found himself staring at the clock, counting down the minutes until your niece would go home again. When it all took him to long, he turned into, well, basically another 5 year old. “Hey baby,” he cooed, softly kissing your cheek. “What ya doing.” “Playing princess,” you answered dryly, “just as I was doing 2 minutes ago when you last asked me that question.” “When will you be done?” “I still don’t know,” you sighed, softly pushing him away from you. But he wasn’t as easy to shoo away. “I miss you,” he whined, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your shoulder. You laughed. “Mikey, come on. I’ve been here all day.” “But you haven’t talked to me or kissed me all day!” “I’m busy.” “But…” “Busy.” “But…” “Michael!” He sighed, dropping his arms. “Fine,” he mumbled, turning away. “I’ll just go home then.” You chuckled, because he was actually acting like a little kid and sometimes you wondered how someone who looked so scary could be such a whiny kitten. “Wait,” you said, quickly running up to him and kissing him softly. “Now you can go home.”
