5SOS Preferences

Fights

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Luke: You take your eyes off from your book when the door slowly opens and a quiff of blonde hair pokes from the doorframe. You frown, closing the book. That wasn’t the way Luke commonly enters your flat, he usually walks in with a big smile on his face and his arms open for a tight hug and a kiss, or yelling some exciting news similar to “I wrote this amazing song…!” or “You won’t believe what Ashton did…!” So you are worried about his sneaky attitude, his dull eyes and the non-existence smile on his face. “Luke, are you okay?” And he’s nodding oddly at you, suspiciously affirming a quite fake “Yes” and you raise your eyebrows, because you know him better than anyone does (maybe except from Calum) and you know when he’s lying. Luke blushes and looks away as he clears his throat, “but uh, I…crashed your car?” “What!” You shout to the top of your lungs and he seems to be shortening in fear or regret because he fucking knew he shouldn’t have taken your car and just Crap!Besides you don’t let him give you any explanations so he’s like standing there, opening and closing his mouth as soft gasps and justifications attempt to blurt out of his mouth. And it’s only when he lowers his head that you realize his blue ocean eyes are watering and you literally feel like shit because youshould’ve been grateful he’s fine. Therefore you walk towards him and sneak your arms around the back of his neck as you mumble you’re sorry for yelling at him and he’s apologizing for “being such a bad driver and an idiot” however you’re shrugging it off as you whisper to him “It’s just a car” and you know it’s not just a car and that you’d probably have to spend half or your salary on it but it is just a car compared to Luke Hemmings.

Ashton: His hands travel down both of your arms to take your hands in his, at the time he grabs the drumsticks thus you can play the drums but he could also teach you how to. The sounds you’re emitting doesn’t even compare to the beginning of a song or some kind of melody, they’re just loud noises, but you’re way too exciting banging the drums and attempting to do this cool thing Ashton does with his fingers and the sticks, that you don’t even care. But, of course, you’re not even half as good drummer as Ashton is and the drumsticks escape from between your thin fingers, flying directly to Ashton’s nose before it bounces and hits the first VMA 5sos won, tossing it to the ground. And Shiiiit, Ashton’s eyes are shocked, looking petrified at the fingers he had previously brushed across his nose to whip the blood, afterwards he looks to the broken award with his golden eyes even more widened and “What the hell!” “I-I’m sorry it was an accident” you hurry to explain and Ashton shakes his head as he raises his palms up to his chest height, clearly telling you to stop apologizing or talking so he can make up his mind and calm the fuck down because the fucking award is broken! But the moment of realization Ashton’s seeking is abruptly stopped by three lads slamming the door whilst their eyes focus on the ruined award and both Luke and Calum are screaming “What the fuck happened?” and Michael is like “Holy shit!” And you’re about to open your mouth and confess you’re the one who caused this mess, as in Ashton’s bloody nose and the fragmented award, but Ashton opens his mouth first, “It was my fault. Sorry guys” He lies as his eyes find yours and he gives you the it’s-okay-baby-I-got-you look.

Calum: You didn’t have fights with Calum, well at least not those typical fights where both of the people involved end up screaming and saying things they didn’t meant; of course you had your problems, your different points of view and stuff but you’d decided to resolve them with something quick and effective that would end with the drama and make things easier, such as coin toss or a rock-paper-scissors. But you knew none of them will resolve the big ass problem you’d get yourself into when Calum asked you to keep his phone, while he was meeting some fans, and you lost it. That’s the reason why your eyes are widened and you fingers are almost shaking when Calum asks you to give you his phone because he just thought this damn good tweet to mock Luke or Michael or Ashton or even Mali-Koa, but his cheeky smirk fades and his eyebrows knit when he sees your alarmed facial expression. And he asks you, “What’s wrong babe?” and you’re just fighting against the lump in your throat as you manage to confess him that you lost his phone only to make him frown and pout as never before, with his arms crossed against his chest. “Are you serious?” You nod and Calum’s breathing heavily, reproaching you for losing his phone because “What if a fan finds it, uh? There are the phone numbers of the boys and, you know, private stuff! My twitter is open!” And you’re endlessly apologizing, feeling guilty and scared as hell because you know they’d be so much drama if someone finds the phone and the boys would have to change numbers because of you and that’s why you don’t understand why Calum suddenly cracks up laughing, encircling his arm around your shoulders. “I was kidding babe! I’m not ashamed of my nudes” he winks, placing a tempting kiss on your neck.

Michael: Both of you fight about everything. That if the room was a mess, and the pizza was already over, and the dishes were dirty and he had poured all the beer in the couch; you know, those typical fights. So you weren’t surprised to hear Michael’s yells and curses from the kitchen. And you’re rolling your eyes, closing your laptop before you stand up and follow those weird noises your boyfriend is making. “What the heck?” You shout when your face abruptly encounters with a huge fog of smoke. The coughs aren’t stoppable, and soon your eyes start to water as a smudge of green hair somehow accomplishes to come out the smog. “What the hell did you do?” You yell between coughs. “It was the fucking toaster fault!” “As if!” You snap, opening the windows and the door so the smoke can leave your flat while Michael start cursing the damn toast and how bad his day would be because it’s never a good day when your toast burns, and you’re rolling your eyes once more because his childish attitude got you fed, subsequently you both start arguing about it, shouting nonsense and discussing over a damn toast. Until your hand takes the jar of jelly and dips a spoon on it, throwing the marmalade right to Michael’s face. And as usual, the silly fight comes to an end with laughter as your boyfriend takes your wrist and pulls you closer to his body, hugging you and placing a sweet jelly kiss on your temple. “Sorry”, you hum. “No, I’m sorry”