5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

# 23 Winter

Ashton: Twinkling lights hung throughout the flat and on the tree. To the both of you, this time of year was time to embrace your cuteness. His dimpled smile shone in the dimly lit bedroom. His strong, muscled arms pulled you under his chin holding, you steady to his chest. One sweater was stretched over you both. Looking up at him he smiled down at you bobbing your nose. “I can’t wait to call you my wife. It’s so close now.” His slowly kissed your head, moving lower and lower on your body, placing a bit on his shoulder. “It’s better than Christmas!”

Michael: His green eyes were a begging gray when he stood before you in the living room. You physically felt pain in your chest where your heart would be. His lips kept apologizing to you over and over, but you couldn’t get the words out of your head, how casually he admitted he was unfaithful. “How could you?” you finally managed to scrape out through tears. “Why was I not enough? Was it because I’m saving myself? Was that it? I’m too much of a prude for a rock star like you, huh?” Michael’s warm body reached out to grab your cold hands, only to have you snatch them away. Michael’s face twisted up in pain.  “Get out Michael! I hate you! I hate you so much it hurts!” you screamed breaking right in front of him.

Calum: Stepping inside from the cold London afternoon, Calum attacked you in a hug of concern. The hugs between the two of you had changed over the past few months due to the blockage of your bump. His warm hands removed your snow covered jacket and gloves lightly scolding you. He turned up the thermostat leading you to the couch. Pressing you down lightly, he began to rub circles on your protruding stomach. “Got to think of the baby, yes. Our little one. Isn’t that a great thought, Y/N? Our baby.” The admiration flowed from his eyes as he pressed a fluttering kiss on your skin.

Luke: You had been lonely since Luke left. There were more than just an ocean between you or however many miles it was.  The haunting Christmas record placed throughout your flat making you wish even more that Luke was home for Christmas. You were counting on him being home, but here it was Christmas Eve and he wasn’t home. You were giving up on him coming home and started toward your bedroom feeling deflated when the door opened. In stepped a snow covered Luke with wide arms and smile, “I’m home baby. I’m home.”