5SOS preferences

Flowers

Michael:

You open the front door to your house, smiling as the boy that asked you out stood there on your doorstep.

“You can do this, Michael, you’ve got game kid,” he mutters to himself, not noticing that you opened the door.

“Well if you got me to say yes to you, then of course you do,” you laugh.

He looks up with a shocked reaction. “I-I brought you f-flowers,” he stutters, holding the pink roses out to you. “Wait are you allergic? I didn’t know, I’m sorry! Do you not like roses? I told myself to get the tulips-“”They’re fine, Michael, thank you,” you take the flowers from him.

“They’re beautiful,” you smile at him.

“But you’re more beautiful,” he grins back.

“See, Michael? You’ve got game.”

Ashton:

“Hey babe, Happy Anniversary,” he sits down in front of the gray stone, setting the violets down on it.

“I got you violets, your favorite.”

It’s silent.

“I really miss you, even though it’s been over a year. Everyone tells me to get over you, but I know you’re the only one for me. I wish that I wasn’t so oblivious. Then I could’ve saved you. I could’ve moved the scissors, the razors, the knives, the pills, hid them. Because it really sucks without you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Luke:

“What do you want?” You swing the front door open, glaring at your ex-boyfriend standing on the doorstep.

The blonde boy bites his lip nervously, holding out a bouquet of pink tulips. “I-I got you flowers.”

You rip the flowers from his grip, throwing them into the neighbor’s lawn.

“Okay, I see you’re still mad,” Luke sighs.

“Me? Mad? No, it’s not like a week ago I caught my ex-best friend riding my ex-boyfriend, and then he told me it was my fault since I wouldn’t have sex with him,” you reply sarcastically.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I love you too much, please don’t let go of our relationship,” He pleads.

“Go tell that to Sasha. While you’re at it, fuck her too, since you guys seem to love that,” you slam the door in his face.

Calum:

Your eyes lazily switch from the TV to the opening door.

“Hey babe, I brought you presents,” Calum, your boyfriend, cheers happily, walking up to you with a plastic bag. “Can you talk yet?”

You sit up in the hospital bed, your eyes brightening at the word presents. “Wet meh sa!”

“I guess not,” Calum laughs, sitting at the edge of your bed, eyeing the gauze in your mouth. “How do you breathe with that thing?”

“I wust wo,” you shrug, reaching for the presents.

Your tonsils had just randomly started hurting, so you rushed to the hospital.

Turns out you had to get them removed and neither your doctor nor your dentist told you.

You open the plastic bag, pulling out a box of chocolate first.

You give Calum a gauze filled smile, then pull out the next thing.

A bouquet of your favorite flowers, sunflowers.

“I wuv wo Cawum.”

“I wuv wo woo,” Calum mocks you.

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