Michael: Mikey would tease you about it. Whenever you were asking him which dress looked better, or told him you couldn’t come cuddle right now cause you were painting your nails, he’d dramatically sigh and tell you you were “such a girl.” “Well, Clifford,” you’d standardly answer, “if that annoys you, you should’ve dated a boy.” He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck as you desperately tried to not paint your entire hand in the process of painting your nails, and grinned. “Luke didn’t want me, though. So you were the next best thing.” And you kicked his shin, seeing as smacking him was not an option, while he started giggling and covering you in kisses because although he teased you all the time, he loved you more than he could put into words.
Ashton: Ash would love how girly you were, and for some reason it would make him feel very protective over you. He was quite a protective boyfriend anyway, and he secretly loved it when you screamed because you’d seen a spider. “ASHTON, GET IT AWAY FROM ME!” He giggled. “It’s just a tiny spider, babe, it’s not gonna hurt you.” “If you don’t get that thing away from me within 10 seconds,” you breathed heavily, “I am gonna hurt you.” He couldn’t stop laughing while he took the tiny thing in a bit of paper and threw it out of the window. When the multi-legged animal had disappeared, you let out a relieved sigh. “It’s okay, babe,” Ashton teased, “your great, strong boyfriend saved the day.” “You mean my great, strong boyfriend who is afraid of the dark?” you smiled innocently and he stuck out his tongue. “Yeah, that one.”
Luke: Luke really didn’t care about how girly you were, but apparently, he was the only one, cause you got a lot of comments about how you “didn’t fit together right”. It was probably because to people who didn’t know Luke, he looked quite punk with his ripped clothes and lip ring; even if his hair was typical boyband and in reality, he was the biggest dork on the planet. “It’s just weird,” you heard a girl whisper when the two of you stood in line in a coffee shop. “Cause she’s such a girl and you’d think he would go for someone who is a bit more cool, you know.” You tried to ignore the comment as you squeezed his hand a bit tighter, but Luke wasn’t having it. “She is cool,” he growled, “and the reason I love her is because she’s nice. You should try it some time.” He then wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s get our coffee somewhere else, babe.”
Calum: Calum has never really minded how much of a girly girl you were, until you moved in together. “Babe,” he carefully started his attack, “we’re going to have to make some adjustments to this apartment, you know that, right?” Since he was gone a lot, the both of you had decided it would be better if he moved in with you and not the other way around, so that you would still have your cosy apartment when he was on tour. The one thing he didn’t necessarily like? Your pink walls. “Why?” you asked innocently, even though you knew exactly what he was talking about. “Your entire apartment is pink.” “I’m aware, Calum.” You were just teasing him. You’d known you would have to make some changes; but there was one thing you weren’t ready to say goodbye to. “If we paint the living room, can we keep the bedroom pink?” “Nooo,” he whined, putting on his puppy eyes. “No, can we please just paint all the walls?” You squinted your eyes. “But we’ll keep the fairy lights up, right?” He sighed. “Fine. The fairy lights can stay.”
