5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#37 He See's You Without Makeup

Ashton: "Wow." Was all he had to say as you walked down the stairs, making your already scelf concious mind wonder how he felt about you looking like this. "What..?" You shyly asked, making your way over to him. "You look..." His voice trailed off, glancing your body up and down more than enough times. "Frumpy... I know. But hey we are just watching a movie after all." You let go of his hands and made your way to the couch, turning on the TV. "Frumpy was the farthest thing from my mind." He laughed, sitting next to you. "I actually think you look really beautiful." "What?" you giggled. "I mean it Y/N. You look beautiful. Not that I don't like all the makeup and fancy clothes. But sometimes, I forget just how.. Normal we can be. Just like this. Watching movies in our sweats, cuddled up together. Just being us." "Not trying to impress anyone.." You smiled, planting a small kiss on his cheek. "Exactly."

Calum: "Y/N....Y/N.... Wake up..." You could hear Calum's faint voice, but couldn't be sure if it was real or a dream. "Y/N!" You heard again, this time forcing your eyes open. "Good morning gorgeous!" Calum stood above you, smiling his perfect smile. "Ahhh! Don't Look at me!" You screamed, shoving a nearby pillow into your face to hide the morning on you. "Oh come on Y/N. Don't be so immature." He tried yank the pillow from you, cause a game of tug of war. "Y/N!" He grunted. "Just let go! I have something to show you!" Finally he pulled it hard enough, uncovering you. "What's the big deal?" He asked, brushing your now even messier hair away from your face. "I just look.. I don't know.." You shyly admitted. "It's just that you always look so perfect and I-" "Oh come on that's complete bullshit. YOU always look perfect. PJ's, no makeup and messy hair aside. You're perfect... You're perfect to me." He smiled leaning down and kissing your forehead.

Luke: "Mom!!" You scream upon entering the room where she was showing Luke an old photo album. "What are you doing?!" "Luke asked to see some pictures of you when you were younger, so I pulled out the old photo album." Luke looked up and smiled briefly at you, then resumed looking at the pictures. "Aww, this is her grade 9 photo!" Your mom laughed. You felt the color drain from your face as you remembered the photo. Frizzy hair, a little on the chubby side, and absolutely no makeup on. Since the premier of that photo you've clung onto your makeup like your life depepnded on it. "Ugh!" You grunted, walking away. "Y/N! Wait!" Luke called after you, chasing you down the hallway. "What's the big deal?" He asked when he caught up to you. "I just hate that picture. I'm 30 pounds too heavy, I didn't wear any makeup, that sweater came right out of a discount store bin, my hair is-" "Your point is?" He interrupted, looking you straight in the eye. "Y/N, I don't love you because of how you look. As beautiful as I think you are, I fell in love with you because of how you make me feel. You're funny and caring. You're headstrong, and you don't take any of my crap. You could be 3 pounds or 300 pounds and have an afro and pimples and I'd still think you were the most beautiful thing on this earth, because that's your personality. You are a beautiful person."

Michael: "I can't believe you're dying your hair again.All your hair is going to fall out." You laugh as you watch Michael put the coloring onto his hair. "I can't believe you're putting that junk on your face again Your skins going to fall off." He retorted, pointing to the makeup in your hand. "That's completely different. I NEED this." "You don't NEED that!" He smiled. "That's where you're wrong." You added, continuing to apply. "If I don't have this on then people will run away from me screaming." "That's not even kind of true. Ok, how about this." He put the bottle down, turning to face you. "I won't dye my hair for.. 6 months, IF you go for just 24 hours without makeup." You faced him, scowling a little. He knew how you felt about your makeup. "What's in it for you?" You asked. "I get to see my beautiful girlfriend... and I get to keep my hair." He chuckled. "Fine. But only for the sake of your hair." You leaned down to the sink and scrubbed away the makeup. "Happy?" You asked when you finished. "Just when I think I couldn't love you anymore.. You become even more beautiful."