5SOS Preferences

Preference #7: How you meet

Michael: It was your 21st birthday and you and your friends were taking full advantage of it. You were at a bar sipping on a margarita, listening to the loud, mostly very inappropriate, music and watching all the drunk people try to dance. Suddenly all of your friends got up to go to the bathroom and you were left to watch their stuff. "Heyyyyy babbe." A familiar voice slurred. You looked in the direction of the voice and new exactly who it was. "What's your name?" Michael Clifford leaned up against the wall next to your booth. "I'm y/n. Its nice to meet you!" You politely smile, putting up with the drunk man. "You're pretty." He grinned. "Thank you!" You blushed, not quite sure how to react. "Can I have you number?" He asked tripping over his own foot and stumbling onto to table tipping your drink over. "Honey, I think you're drunk." You quickly rip out a bunch or napkins from the dispencer and wipe up Michael's mess, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "I'll buy you another one. I'm sorry!" He quickly apologized. "No, that's okay." You denied his offer. "You know I'm not actually drunk." The conversation flipped and he smirked at you, green eyes blazing. "Alrighty." You played along with him. "That was just my excuse to come over here and buy you a drink." "I don't believe you!" You couldn't help but laugh as bit. He stood up, walked in a straight line, stood on one foot and all the other basic sobriety tests right in front of you. He was completely sober. "Are you kidding me?" You laugh feeling foolish that you fell for his trick. "So how about that drink?" He went ahead and took a seat next to you. "Why not?" You smiled you ended up ditching your friend for the rest of tb night and hanging out with Mike. Same maybe hanging out with him a few times after that.

Luke: You were the manager of a touring band playing at a small club in Los Angeles. When your job for the day was done and the band was playing, you were free to hang out back stage or watch the show from the back crowd. Tonight you decided to go up to the VIP balcony and take some pictures of the production. "These guys are awesome!" A random voice decided to begin a conversation with you. "They really are! I'm so proud to call myself their manager." You gloated a bit shooting a confident smile at the man. "And what would their manager's name be?" He asked. "Y/N." You politely replied. "I'm Luke." He stuck out his hand to shake your own. "It's an honor to meet you. I'm a big fan of your band." You try to stay as professional as possible. "Thank you very much!" He brightly smiled. "What are the chances I could get backstage to meet these guys?" "I'm sure I could pull a few strings," You giggled a bit. "Come with me." You took him backstage and talked about everything from management and  production similarities between your two bands to what kinds of music you liked to funny touring mishaps. It was clear his main reason for coming backstage wasn't too meet the band. Within the next couple of months, you were preparing to go on tour with your band opening up for your boyfriend's.

Calum: The day had finally come. You woke up at some good awful early hour, dolled yourself up a tad bit in a cute tank top and jean shorts, light make up and curly hair before hopping on the car for a four hour drive to see 5SOS in concert. As you got closer and closer to the big city, you couldn't help but notice gray clouds lining the sky. You finally arrived, making very good time, at the venue and found a parking spot only a short walk from the entrance. Right as you got out of the car, it began sprinkling and soon pouring. Completely unprepared, you just continued on in the rain, soaked after just a few steps. You rounded the venue's back corner when you ran in to something. "Oh sorry." You immediately recognized the voice. "Uhh... No, no, no...uh... it's my fault." You studder over your words nervously, trying to keep your cool. You didn't want to even thing about the damage the rain did to your hair and make up, let alone the fact the Calum fucking Hood was the one looking at you. "Aren't you freezing? Here take this." He handed you his umbrella. "I can't take this from you. It's my fault I was stupid enough to not check the weather here." You pushed his hand away.  "How about you just come with me instead? It's still a few hours until the doors open and I would hate to leave you here in this weather." You could tell by the tone of his voice that his concern was genuine, but you couldn't impose like that. "Thank you so much but I don't wanna be a burden." You took a step to walk away but he grabbed your hand. "Oh please, a beautiful girl like you couldn't be a burden if she tried. Come on now, there's room for two under this umbrella." You ended up following Calum who generously upgraded your seats from middle back to front right, infront of him, of course, as you quickly made your way to his heart.

(If only it worked like that)

Ashton: You had just graduated with a degree in Vetrinary Science from studying abroad in Australia. Instead of going home, you were lucky enough to get an internship at the biggest animal clinic in Queensland. It was pretty late and your shift was just about over so you decided to help out the secretary with some cleaning. As you did, a man burst through the door carrying a limp dog wrapped in a blanket in his arms. "Help... Please... She was hit by a car... Please... Do everything you can to save her... I'll pay anything!" He yelled on the verge of tears. You ran over to the man and gently unfolded the blanket to see a bloody torn skin surrounding extremely server hip joint damage. "Get Dr. Bert, now!" You yelled to the secretary. "We need an emergency surgery." You gently took the dog from the man's arms. "We will do everything in our power to save her, sir." You quickly put the dog under anesthesia and Dr. Bert performed the rest of his surgery with his assistant. You were cleared to leave but as soon as you saw the terrified, sorrowful man sitting in the lobby all alone, you knew you couldn't leave. "Coffee?" You offered, taking a seat by him in the waiting room. "Yes, please. Thanks. I'm Ashton." He introduced himself. "I wonder where I've heard that name before." You tried to lighten the mood. All you got was a Split second smile from Ashton. "She's gonna be just fine," you reassured him giving him a comforting pat on the knee. "It's gonna be a long healing process but everything will be alright." You talked with Ashton through the whole two hour surgery from anything from his beloved dog, Macy, to your stories of working at the animal hospital, staying until about 2:30 in the morning. Finally the doctor let him come back to see Macy as she woke up and informed him about the surgical and overnight stay she would need. Bright and early the next day, he came to pick his Macy up. Never had you seen a man so greatful for your work where you explained Macy's medications and recovery process. Three months later, after multiple check ups and a few friendly dates outside of the clinic, you and Ashton got to play at the park with a fully recovered Macy on your first official date.