Interracial 5SOS Preferences

Song Pref: No Love - August Alsina ft. Nicki Minaj

This took me weeks to write guys! I tried to make it match the song as much I could, without being too literal. Hopefully it's not like that for all song prefs :X Official video on the side (above for mobile)!

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LUKE: "You can't treat me like you treat them. Yes I am the crème de la crème. Yes I am from 1 - 10, 10. You keep frontin' in them streets keep saying we just friends."

You were out shopping for backpacks with your mom when it happened. You were in serious need of a new one after your handle broke. Did you and Luke break up? You received the text from your best friend after going through two rows of expensive and unnecessarily bulky handbags. You had never discussed it with Luke, but with all the shit you've been through, you were practically dating. When all your friends asked who the mystery man was, blowing up your phone, without thinking, you just said your boyfriend. When they asked who that was, you said Luke. Though you didn't mention it to Luke, you didn't think it would be that much of a big deal. However, in the vine your friend linked you to, it seems like it is a big deal. You decided to end your shopping early, claiming you could get the bag another time. Of course that wasn't the case. Your blood was boiling the longer you thought about what Luke said in that interview. As soon as you got home you called him up.

"Hello?"

"What the hell is going on Luke?"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw your interview from earlier."

"And?"

You scoffed as he obviously didn't remember what he said. "Single, Luke? You're single all of a sudden?"

"No, I've always been single."

Ouch, "Even when Calum brought me up though? You still continued to say you were single."

"Well yeah, we're not dating."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Does it matter that you had spent countless nights in his bed, and him in yours? When he came over with little gifts that "reminded me of you", was that all bullshit? It felt like your heart had caved in your chest and collapsed at the base of your stomach. Your eyes watered as you choked out your words, "B-but Luke you-"

"Look Y/N, I just can't love you the way you want me to. I'm on the road a lot and just not ready-"

"No you look here Luke Hemmings, you will never find a girl who will put up with your shit, and your crazy kinks and fetishes alright? I am, and always will be, one of best relationships, or whatever you wanna call this, you ever had. So you go ahead and try to find another girl who even puts it down remotely as good as I do. And when you do, try not to moan my name, okay?" With that you hung up.

MICHAEL: "Believe we had a great night, but I ain't the type to tell you that I miss you"

It had been a night since your club outing. You met a guy named Michael at the bar - charismatic, funny, and extremely cute - he was the total package. You danced together; sipping on the alcohol he paid for, and chatted like old pals. He opened up to you and you to him. He wasn't the typical sleaze balls you attract. He claimed he was going to text you later after you exchanged numbers earlier at his apartment. You looked forward to the text all day while walking around with that after-sex glow. You were in a real good mood until you texted first.

Hey, it's Y/N

You didn't receive a reply for a while but you thought maybe he didn't read it. So you texted again.