5SOS Preferences

Your Parents Don't Like Him

Calum:

You get up and shut the door quietly. Whenever Calum's over, the rule is all doors must be open. But you don't care; you haven't seen Calum in months. Calum smirks at you and pushes you onto the bed. He puts his hands on either side of your head and kisses you. He starts to kiss down your neck, causing you to gasp. You hear your mother coming up the stairs. You quickly open the door and sit back down on your bed, pretending to be talking. "How's everything going honey?" "We're good," you reply. "Alright, well dinner will be-Is that a hickey on your neck?!" You cover your neck with your hand and blush. Calum blushes too, clearly at a loss for words. "How dare you leave disgusting marks on my daughter. I've always had a bad feeling about you." "Mom, it's not a big deal-" "Calum, get out of my house. You're no longer welcome here."

Ashton:

You look at your phone, noticing that you should've been home over twenty minutes ago. "Ashton, I'm screwed!" you exclaim, throwing your phone on the car floor. "You'll be fine, I promise." Ashton pulls into the driveway, shutting off the car to walk you in. As soon as you unlock the door, you're greeted with your parents. Both their arms are crossed and they're glaring at you. "Mom, I'm sorry, I-" "You're almost a half an hour late! You know that your curfew is ten o'clock!" "We lost track of time Mrs.-" "Get out of my house!" your mother shouts at Ashton. Ashton gives you a half-smile and walks out of the house. "You're not allowed to see him again," your father scolds. "You can't do that! I'm eighteen now." "Fine. But he's not allowed in our house again."

Luke:

"Stay quiet, alright?" you whisper, grabbing Luke's hand. The two of you creep up the stairs, trying not to wake your parents. You decided to sneak Luke in because he wasn't allowed in the house anymore... because you've snuck him in quite a few times. Just as you're reaching the top step, the floor creaks. You silently swear to yourself, telling Luke to go in front of you. He opens the door to your bedroom, but is met with your father glaring at him. He turns around and gives you a look. "Luke Hemmings, you better get off my property or I will call the cops." Luke hugs you quickly before dashing down the stairs. "You know I don't like him! He's a pretty-boy brat." "No he's not dad, he's a really good kid. I promise." "He's one of the most disrespectful boys I've ever come across! Sneaking into my house..."

Michael:

You and Michael are searching through the cabinets, trying to find your parent's alcohol stash. "Here!" Michael cheers, holding up a bottle of vodka. You grab glasses and pour a little in them. For the next hour or so, you grab a different one, pour some, add water to the bottle. You and Michael are pretty drunk. You hear the door open and get up to check who opened it. Your eyes go wide, realizing it's your parents. Your mother gasps and your father starts yelling about how you can barely stand. "Are you insane? How dare you drink our alcohol while we weren't home! Who else is here?!" Your father stomps into the kitchen and grabs Michael's arm, startling him. "Get out of my house you slob!" Michael stumbles out the door, sitting in his car. "I knew I never liked him!" your father yells. "I don't care if you don't like him. He needs to be driven home," you slur.