5 seconds of summer Preferences

#18: First Fight

Calum:

The more I scrolled down my timeline, the more eager I got for my boyfriend's arrival.

Being in a world famous band meant that he had to put up with all the overly obsessed fans that often invaded his privacy and I was well aware that I had to put up with them too when I first started dating him.

And although It was extremely annoying, at times like this it came in handy.

I jumped up from the sofa when I heard the front door open. Calum came walking over to me with an unworried expression and attempted to hug me but I pushed him back as soon as he got close to me, throwing him a deadly look. He seemed startled and puzzled.

"Rehearsing?" I yelled, throwing him my phone so he could see the pictures. Another girl, tall, blonde and breathtaking walked besides him happily and he had his arm draped across his shoulder.

As he admired the picture with a blank expression on his face, I just kept shouting at him from the top of my lungs.

"You could've said you didn't wanted to be with me! You could've told me the truth! But no, you just go behind my back, lie to me and cheat on me at broad daylight, thinking that I'm stupid or something and showing to the whole world what a real asshole you are!" It surprised me how calm he looked and how he didn't show an ounce of shame or regret while I was practically dying on the inside, at the verge of tears, screaming to him at his behavior.

"That's my vocal coach" he said casually when he found the opportunity to talk without being interrupted by my shouting.

"Even worst! Don't you see that-" I started, only to get interrupted

"WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME?!" He shouted in a thunderous voice, clearly getting impatient.

"I really was rehearsing, but we took a break and went to get something to drink and-"

"That doesn't explain why you're all over her!" I didn't even let him finish

"Do you not trust me?" I stayed silent for a moment not knowing what to answer, as I had enough proof in my hands.

"Right, that's all I needed to know" he said before turning on his heel and getting out the door.

Ashton:

"But I don't want you to go to that party" mumbled Ashton, interrupting me, from the other line.

"What?" I asked incredulously. I seriously never expected him to say that, specially after I told him how excited I was for my best friend's 20th party and how I even volunteered to help her plan everything.

"You heard me. I don't want you to go" he repeated.

"But its my best friend. I can't just ditch her..." I said with dissapointment.

"Well, you're just gonna have to do it. You're not going and that's final'' he said wanting to end the conversation, but I wasn't going to give up that easily.

"And why not?'' I asked, a hint of irritation present in my tone as I sat down straight and pressed the phone harder against my ear, as if I could intimidate him like that, even though he couldn't see me.

"Cause there are going to be boys in that party. And drinks. And drunk boys. And I'm not gonna be there. I don't know what are you going to be doing, or what are they gonna be doing, and-''

"I can assure you, I'm not going to be doing anything foolish and I can totally take care of myself''

"Oh come on! Don't be so stubborn! I'm just trying to protect you" he said harshly.