5SOS Preferences

One Of The Other Boys Knows You Like His Band Member - P3

Ashton: Luke had been gone about half an hour now. Surely that was enough time to push Ashton into admitting his supposed feelings for you? Or maybe Luke just daren't come back because Ashton had told him that he actually didn't like you. You were stunned out of your thoughts when Luke came bounding into the room. His face was sporting a grin; surely that was a good sign?
"What happened?!" You blurted.
"We need to get you back to your place, he says he is going to go over there before you leave so that he can tell you that you're meant to be with him." Luke told you.
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You sat in wait with Luke. He had told Ashton that you would be leaving at 8PM, and it was 7 now. What if he didn't show?
"It's getting late, Luke..." You mumbled.
"He'll show," Luke said in a finalising voice, however he didn't seem as certain as he had earlier on.
"Another ten more minutes and-"
A quiet knock interrupted your speech. Luke's eyebrows raised and his eyes flashed with an almost arrogant I-told-you-so glimmer.
"I- I guess I should go get that. I wonder who it might be."
"I'll hide somewhere."
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"Ashton! Hey! What are you doing here? I'm a little busy at the moment, is everything alright?" You said, surprised at how normal and causal your voice sounded as you acted out your plan.
"I, um, well... I came to, um... Luke told me that you had a date tonight, [Y/N]." He stammered. He was clearly nervous. Was that a good sign? You hoped so.
"Oh? So what's up?" You queried, acting like you had no clue what was happening.

Calum: you ran back to your apartment as quickly as you could. You knew Calum didn't like you, but it had never been definite. He himself had never told you outright, which meant it was okay to live in hope that one day your life would turn out like a fairytale and you would discover that he had loved you since he first laid eyes on you. But now you knew that that was not going to happen. Fairytales were for princesses. He didn't like you. Your phone had been buzzing none stop since you left, but you had been too busy focusing on getting home without your tears blurring your vision so much that you got hit by a bus or something.
You had 37 missed calls from Michael and 18 text messages. It had only been 20 minutes. You unlocked it just as it began to buzz again. This wasn't really his fault, he didn't deserve to be ignored.
"Hey, Michael."
"Oh my god [Y/N] I'm so so sorry, are you okay? I had no idea he was gonna go off like that."
"I'm fine, Mike. Don't worry."
"I know you're not, [Y/N]. I need to tell you something. And after what he did I have full right to do so."
You sighed.
"Go ahead."
"Calum likes you. He told me forever ago. I thought with a little push he would admit it, but he totally flipped out. He's upstairs fighting with the punchbag now."
You inhaled sharply, the words and the breath being simultaneously knocked out of you.
"I..." You began, attempting to string a sentence together but to no avail.
"Stay there, [Y/N]. I'm bringing him over. I've got a plan." Michael said, hanging up the phone before you even had a chance to argue. Oh no.

Luke: Michael pulled his arms from around you and sheepishly shuffled over to the other end of the sofa. What was all that about? Luke glared at him, a steely look implanted in his beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm gonna go, um... Talk to Calum!" Michael exclaimed suddenly. And with that, he was gone. Which left you and Luke alone.
"Soooo... Why'd you leave earlier?" He asked, sitting down next to you.
"I... I just wasn't feeling well." You lied.
"Oh, right. Are you okay now?"
"Um, yeah. The fresh air helped. Thanks."
Silence loomed over the two of you. Normally when you were together it was non stop conversation and the silences were comfortable, but this was different. It was as if a wall had been put up in the middle of you both.
"Knock knock," he said quietly.
You smiled a little. "Who's there?"
"Daisy."
"Daisy who?"
"Daisy me rollin', they hatin'!"
You couldn't help yourself, you burst into a fit of giggles. That was awful.
You sat with Luke for the next few hours, even though the time seemed to speed by in two seconds. It was almost like you were back to yourselves. Almost.
"Um, I guess I'd better go get ready for my date..." He said quietly, his eyes trained on the floor. You gulped.
"Yeah, I guess you'd better."
You wanted to tell him, you really did. But you couldn't handle the possibility of rejection from the only guy you had ever really liked. Plus, you wanted him to be happy. You couldn't ruin his night.

Michael: the cool night air hit your bare skin the second you bustled through the exit. Your skin was exposed to the below freezing temperature; the cold stabbing at your skin like millions of invisible daggers. Despite all this, you shivered and stepped further outside, begging for your eyes to adjust to the darkness so that you could spot Michael.
"Mike?" You shouted, praying that he would respond. However, God clearly wasn't on your side right now as the only thing that was screaming back at you was the silence.
"Michael where are you? I'm freezing. Please reply to me," you yelled again, hoping all of this wasn't in vain. You heard someone clear their throat and shuffle around a bit in the shadows. You knew it was Michael. You wandered over to the side of the building, seeing a shady figure leaning his back against the wall. A few steps closer and you could see that it was definitely Michael.
"Why did you run out?" You asked quietly.
He snorted like you had just asked him the stupidest question in the world.
"Was it not obvious?"
"Not really, or at least I don't think it was."
"Because you just don't have a clue about anything," he retorted, his tone making his words seem like an insult.
"Well then tell me what it is that I'm so clueless about." You said firmly, holding your ground.
He gulped and just like that his tough attitude had vanished, leaving him looking nervous and vulnerable.