5SOS Preferences

He's Protective

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Calum: Now that the band was getting bigger and bigger, they got more attention wherever they went. That meant that a simple outing with your boyfriend either turned into a photo-shoot or being cut short by fans. Tonight, for some reason you thought it’d be different. You were both dressed nicely, out to an expensive dinner to celebrate his recent award wins. As soon as you stepped out of the restaurant, you were blinded by flashes. Somehow paparazzi had found and surrounded you guys. Calum quickly pulled you close, whispering to you not to say anything and promising that you’d be okay. “What’s it like dating someone in one of the biggest bands in the world?” A hairy, middle-aged man yelled at you from only a few feet away. “Don’t talk to her.” Calum snapped. Someone else yelled out a question for you and you could see the little vein in Calum’s neck start to poke out. “Leave her alone, guys.” He pulled you closer and quickened his pace with you in tow. “I’m so sorry about those assholes.” He said once you two got into the car. “I’m always terrified they’re going to hurt you or something.” You laughed at his worry, feeling better now that they were gone. “I’d have to beat someone up or something.” You shook your head and grabbed Calum’s hand. “You wouldn’t have to do this.” Calum pouted his lip out and you and squeezed your hand. “I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job to protect you.”

Ashton: “He’s possessive.” Your best friend said to you as soon as your new boyfriend, Ashton stepped away. “Shut up.” You said as you rolled your eyes. She had been against the two of you dating ever since you first met. “Look at him.” She said, nodding towards him. You looked up to see Ashton staring at you. He flashed a smile and you blushed, looking back down. “He’s constantly watching you. It’s not a good sign.” She went on. “He’s going to be more and more controlling if you continue dating.” You sighed heavily as she continued. Later that night, you sat on the couch in Ashton’s apartment, watching him make you a cup of tea from the kitchen. “Can I ask you something?” You asked, nervously. “Anything.” He said with a smile. “My friend thinks you’re possessive.” Ashton glanced up at you and grinned. “That’s not a question.” You laughed to yourself, suddenly apprehensive to ask. “I think possessive is a bad word.” He continued. “I just like to know that you’re safe. I’ve waited such a long time to find such an amazing person that I don’t want to lose you.” He finished stirring your tea, walking over to hand it to you. “I like to know that you’re not drowning in the ocean or being kidnapped by pirates.” You rolled your eyes and laughed. “You’re sweet, Ash.” “I just really, really, really like you.” Ashton said quietly, kissing your cheek. “Like, really, really like you.”

Luke: “I’m gonna go get a drink.” You yelled into your boyfriend’s ear over the loud rhythmic music in the club. You’d been dancing for a while and could use a refill of the vodka red bull that was in your hand. “Do you want me to go with you?’ He asked, leaning down so that you could hear him. You shook your head no and worked your way to the bar, weaving in and out of people. You got to the large counter and asked the bartender for another and waited patiently as she mixed her drink. “Hey, what are you drinking? Let me get you one.” A tall, dark-haired guy said invading your space. “I’m good, thanks.” You said forcing a smile. “It’s one drink, come on.” He said louder, extending his arms. “I’m not interested, thanks.” You turned away to grab your drink. When you turned to head back to Luke, he was standing inches away from you. “He’s not bothering you, is he?” He asked, motioning towards the dark-haired guy. “No, it’s fine, Luke.” You said, taking a sip. The guy scoffed, turning away, calling you a bitch or something of that nature. “This is why I wanted to come with you.” He said with a laugh, leaning down to take a sip of your drink through your straw. “What?” You laughed. “So that you can drink half of my drink before I get to enjoy it?” “No.” He said shaking his head. “So that no gross guys bug you.” He leaned down and kissed your head. “I’m the only one that’s allowed to bug you.” “Says who?” You asked playfully. “Me.” He smiled.

Michael: You stood in front of the mirror inspecting your outfit to go out with all of your friends. It had been a while since you had seen them and although you felt bad about leaving your boyfriend at home by himself all night long, he was yearning to eat an entire pizza by himself. You spun around to examine how the back of your dress fell. It was black and backless with a gold belt around the middle. The hem fell a little higher than mid-thigh and exposed your legs all of the way down to the heels on your feet. You grabbed your favorite pair of earrings, ones that Michael had brought you back from tour and made your way out into the living room. “Try not to burn the house down, okay, sweets?” You said with a small laugh, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Michael didn’t make a sound, which was strange for him so you turned around to look. You saw a strange expression on his face and questioned it. “You’re wearing that out?” He asked examining your outfit. “What do you mean?” You asked, looking down, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Are you trying to impress someone?” He asked, standing up and making his way towards you. You crossed your arms, feeling your temper slip away. “Michael. Don’t start.” You said warningly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close even though it wasn’t what you wanted. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want any guys looking at you. Guys are stupid pigs.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him. “You realize you’re a guy, right?” You asked. “Yes. I know us. That’s why you need to run away from us.”