Luke
I woke up to the sun shining in through the window. When I rolled over, I saw that Luke was gone and there was a note on his pillow. According to the note, he and the rest of the band were in the studio for the majority of the morning, so that means I had the house to myself for about 3 more hours. I rolled out of bed and walked to the kitchen to make breakfast. After I ate, I sat on my laptop scrolling through tumblr and twitter for quite a while. Humming softly along to the Go Radio song I was playing, I glanced at the time and decided I should hop in the shower. I stripped from my clothes and tied up my hair. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run down my back. Unable to get the song I was just listening to out of my head, I started to sing it out loud, belting out the words as loud as I could. When I finished my shower, I shut off the water and stepped out. I jumped when I saw Luke standing in the doorway with a confused look on his face. “Were you listening to your radio?” I tiled my head in confusion as I wrapped my towel around my body. “No, why?” “Who was just singing then?” I could feel my face turn bright red when he asked the question. “It was you?” A cute grin came across his lips and his face lit up. I nervously shook my head. “I didn’t know you could sing! Damn, Y/N, you’re better than me.” I giggled. “No way,” “Hell yeah. We’re definitely gonna have to put you on this album somewhere.”
Michael
It was the last class of the day and I was anxious to get home. I looked up at the clock and I still had about a half hour left, so I pulled out one of my notebooks and started to sketch some random things. When the bell finally rang, I shoved my notebook back into my bag and ran out the door. Walking through my front door, I threw my bag onto the couch, not noticing that I had left it unzipped, and all my things spilled out but I didn’t pay any attention to it. A few minutes later. Michael walked down the stairs and greeted me in the kitchen with a kiss and a hug. “How was class?” He asked walking into the living room. “Boring,” I answered. After making a snack, I walked into the living room to find Michael sitting on the couch looking through my sketches. “No, don’t look at those!” I shouted as I snatched my notebook from his hands. He pouted and said, “Why not? You’re really good.” I put my things back in my bag and sat next to him. “I wanna see more,” He poked my cheek. “You can’t. I don’t like people seeing my drawings.” “Awh, why? You’re amazing at it.” He reached over me and took my bag, taking out the notebook. “Michael-” I groaned. He opened it up and skimmed through the pages, stopping at a drawing of his face. “Wow, this is incredible. Why didn’t you tell me you could draw?” “I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I didn’t think it was important. Plus I’m not even that good.” “Are you kidding me?” He got up and re-positioned himself on the couch, laying on his side, supporting his head with his hand. “Draw me like one of your french girls, Y/N.”
Ashton
I was home alone for the day while Ashton and the guys were out doing 5sos things, so I decided I would clean up a bit. I turned up the stereo as loud as it could go and danced around the house as I cleaned. Taking the broom in my hand, I swung it around as if it were an actual person, pretending I was dancing with someone. The music was so loud, I hadn’t even heard Ashton come in the door. I practically jumped out of my skin when I turned around and saw him behind me, mimicking my dance moves. I stopped and quickly turned down the music. “You scared the shit out of me!” I punched his arm. “Those were some sweet dance moves!” He laughed. I gave him a look and gently punched him again. “Shut up, I didn’t know you were home. I was just fooling around.” I put down the broom and looked at him. “No, I was being serious. You really can dance.” “Seriously?” I tilted my head to the side. “Yeah, how long have you been a dancer?” “I wouldn’t call myself a dancer. I mean, I used to take lessons as a kid but that was years ago.” I explained. “Well you should get back into it. You’re pretty good.” He winked and walked into the other room.
Calum
"Wow, I didn’t know you could play the guitar." I turned around and saw Calum standing in the doorway with a smile on his face. "I uh-" I quickly set his guitar back down and stood up. "No, keep going." He picked the guitar back up and handed it to me. "Calum really, I can’t really play. I was just messing around." "It sounded like a hit to me! Here." He handed me the pick and I started to strum the chords I was playing before. I messed up a bit due to some nerves but he helped me out. He placed his hands on mine and started to strum. "No, you should make that a C Minor." He placed my fingers in the correct spots and helped me play it again. "See?" He smiled. "You can play.”
