5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences - Open For Requests

II. Kiss Me Slowly [song pref.]

Kiss Me Slowly - Parachute 

Ashton: (His POV)

I can see you there with the city lights, fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes; I can breathe you in, two shadows standing by the bedroom door, no, I could not want you more than I did right then as our heads leaned in,

Her tears were beginning to subside, as her smile replaced them; I could almost feel her forgetting the douche she used to call hers, just the thought of him nearly erased from her memory made me smile. She was currently stood by the window, staring into the night sky. The city lights radiated from below us; she appeared as if she were an angel, my angel. I breathed in her silhouette revelling in the feeling. "I mean it though," I continued, she turned to look at me, her piercing blue eyes boring into me, "he doesn't deserve you, he never deserved you." She smiled sadly, turning to face me completely. I could tell she was about to say something but she stopped herself. I mewed over this; failing to form words of my own, instead shifting from where I was sitting on the bed to be closer to her. "You know you've said that before," she sounded almost nostalgic in saying this. I hummed in reply, a smile making its way onto my face; I'd said it many times. "And I've meant it every time," I stood up, walking toward her before encasing her in my arms. She smiled, leaning her head back against my chest and mumbling something inaudible before turning in my arms to look up at me. Smiling I pressed my lips to her forehead, hearing her hum in contentment. She then looked up at me again pressing her lips softly to mine, I felt her smile into the kiss.

Calum: (His POV)

She stood by us, it fell apart to separate rooms and broken hearts; but I wont be the one to let you go,

Another night alone; another unfamiliar city, more unfamiliar faces, and some of the same. The city lights blared through the windows of the bus, the only thing audible being soft snores from those asleep. I couldn't sleep. After another pointless fight it was decidedly best for us to spend the night on our own. I took the couch assuring her I spend the night with her, knowing both of us doubted it incredulously. Through all of the touring and nights spent alone we'd fallen apart; both of us refusing to give up on us. "You're still up," She said more as a statement than anything else, we'd become accustomed to this. "How do we fix it?" I questioned, she sighed taking a seat across from me. She stared out the window beside me pondering my previous question, "How do we even know what's broken?" She shrugged, tears pooled in her eyes; fearing the worst. I hummed in response, she was right. "I guess things just...changed?" She stated, I nodded in reply looking back to the blinding city lights. "So what do we do?" I asked. "Is there anything we can do?" She replied, more as a statement, getting off the couch and walking to the exit. I followed her quietly, unsure of my next move. I reached forward grasping her wrist; she jumped in response, obviously unaware I was so close. She looked at me sceptically; "Don't leave. I can fix this," I pleaded.

Luke: (His POV)

With my eyes closed all I see is the skyline, through the window; the moon above you and the streets below,

I open my eyes again, unable to get the image of her out of my head, the way she looked by the window on the last night we spent together; bathing in the moon light and looking out over the city. She's all I see when I close my eyes; she's all I see anywhere. My eyes filled with tears I didn't have the heart to wipe away, I closed my eyes again; yearning for it all to go away, but she's the only thing that comes to mind. I inhale a sharp breath, wanting it all to be over. I pull my phone from my pocket and call hers again, it rings endlessly but only for a moment; and again I hear her voice, this time I'm sobbing helplessly. I hear myself in the background and remember the day like it was yesterday, she'd spent the morning re-recording the message only to have me interrupt again; I'd always told her it was perfect. By now her voicemail had ended and I'd been sitting in silence crying for mere seconds, knowing every one that passed only took me further from her, because now she was gone; never to return, not to me nor to anyone. Just thinking about it took me back to the call that changed everything, on the night that changed everything. The call was from the hospital; they told me that it was an accident, that there was nothing they could do about it, or about her and that they were sorry; and then they hung up, like nothing had happened, and that's when my world crumbled, right after being split down the middle.

Michael:

Just stay with me, baby stay with me, tonight; don't leave me alone,

"Wait," he spoke softly, "stay with me, don't go," he pleaded. "Don't leave me, please? I can't do this without you," I sighed, my heart growing heavy at the helpless sight of him, I could almost taste the alcohol seeping from his breath. "Michael, stop," I whimpered, we both knew I was about to break, "you know I can't. Not tonight anyway." His eyes began to water and I had to look away, "don't go back to him," his voice broke and I could tell he was crying. "Don't leave me, please, don't leave," he begged, "stay here tonight, I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt you, please stay with me." Tears pooled in my eyes, I'd stopped walking but I still refused to look at him, "It's been three months, Michael. It's over. We're over. You need to let this go," I swallowed back tears; far past breaking point, "I'm sorry," I spoke inaudibly. I continued walking away, letting the tears fall freely as I did so. "I can't," he breathed. Knowing full well that I'd never see him again I slammed the door behind me and fell to my knees. This was it; goodbye, for good.