Calum: You awoke to the smell of bacon and French toast. You stumbled down the stairs to see your boyfriend Calum in front of the stove wearing nothing but his underwear (which you weren't gonna complain about). "Cal?" He jumped and turned around to face you. "Jesus, Y/N, you scared the shit out of me," he said. "Fuck, you're not supposed to be down here. I was gonna bring this to you in bed. Did I wake you up?" "No, I woke up on my own. You were making me breakfast?" you beamed. He blushed. "Yeah, I thought it might be nice since you really can't do much with a broken arm." You smirked and walked towards him, making small circles on his exposed chest with your index finger. "I can still do a lot with a broken arm," you smirked up at him. He leaned forward to kiss your lips. "But seriously, babe, will you go back upstairs so that I can bring you breakfast in bed?" You pulled away from him and laughed running back upstairs to climb into your warm bed. A couple minutes later, you heard footsteps coming up the stairs and saw your boyfriend come through the door with a tray full of food. "Whoa, Cal, I'm not gonna be able to eat all that!" you said, taking the tray into your own hands and motioning for him to sit next to you. As you placed the tray on your laps, Calum said, "Jeez, Y/N, not all of it's for you, you know. I did wake up an hour early to do this." You looked over at him and scoffed, punching his arm lightly. "You're such a dork Calum." "Yeah, but I'm your dork."
Michael: "Y/N I'm so bored," your boyfriend whined. You two were sat on opposite ends of the couch with your feet on his lap. "I'm sorry, babe," you said, "I don't know what to tell you." "Can we pleeeease play video games?" he pleaded. "Michael," you said, "that would be kind of difficult." You raised your right arm, your good arm, showing your purple cast that you'd gotten last week as a result of climbing the highest tree in your backyard. "You see, I only have one working hand," you laughed. He sighed, and then put your feet on the floor in front of the couch and tapped his lap. "Come here," he said. You had no idea what he was doing, but you weren't one to ever turn down sitting on your boyfriend's lap. You sat down on top of him and cuddled into his arms. "We can play together as one person," he smiled into your hair. "Michael, are you kidding me?" you chuckled. Even when you had a broken arm, he still wanted to play video games with you more than anything else. He grabbed one controller and turned the game on, replacing your right hand with his. You played the whole game like that, snuggled into him and him placing kisses all over the back of your head and neck the entire time. "I love how you put up with me," he muttered jokingly. "I don't know why I do," you said, turning around to kiss his pink lips.
Ashton: "I still can't believe you broke your arm by tripping, Y/N," your boyfriend Ashton teased you. "You know I'm clumsy, okay?" you laughed. You were walking into your apartment after a long day at the hospital getting your cast put on. "I know, babe," he said, turning around to kiss your forehead. "Just go upstairs, I'll bring you food and we can watch a movie." You smiled up at him and then walked upstairs to your bedroom while he walked into the kitchen. Ashton was the most selfless person you'd ever met. That was why you loved him as much as you did. You had almost nodded off when Ashton came upstairs with a carton of ice cream, boxes of junk food, and, of course, a jar of vegemite. "Ah, a gourmet meal," you joked. He let out his infamous giggle and snuggled in next to you. He turned the TV on and, to your excitement, the last Harry Potter movie was on. "Oh, babe, can we watch it please?" you pleaded, looking up at him with your puppy-dog eyes that you knew he couldn't resist. "Anything you want," he replied, opening the ice cream and handing you a spoon. After the two of you had both eaten your weight in ice cream, you put your head on Ashton's chest and he put his arm around you, pulling you in as close as he could. "How does your arm feel?" he whispered during a commercial. "It feels fine, thanks to you babe." Half an hour later, you noticed that he had stopped tapping on your arm (he always did that, being a drummer). "Ashton?" you whispered. You heard nothing but slow breathing and realized that he had fallen asleep with you in his embrace, your favorite way to fall asleep. "I love you baby," you told him, even though you knew he wouldn't hear it.
Luke: "Do you need anything else Y/N?" your boyfriend called from the kitchen. He had been basically smothering you these past few weeks since you'd broken your arm. "No, babe, I'm good, just come upstairs!" you replied. You stood up to go to the bathroom and brush your hair, when you saw Luke rushing up the stairs to meet you. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I can get it for you." "Luke, seriously, enough already," you said, appreciating his efforts but not wanting to be treated like a five year old. "It's just a broken arm, I'm not dying baby." He looked down at his feet. "Sorry." You immediately felt bad and your non-broken arm reached up to his face. "Don't apologize Lukey," you said, rising up on your toes to kiss his lips. "You're the best nurse ever." He laughed before picking you up and flinging you over his shoulder to carry you to the bed and place you down on it. He jumped in next to you and you placed your head on his chest. He began stroked your arm with his long fingers and tangled his legs with yours. "Am I at least a sexy nurse?" You laughed and sat up to kiss him. "The sexiest."
