5SOS Preferences/imagines

You're from Belgium

BELGIUM RULES !!! X

Luke:"Luke why in the world have you transpired our kitchen into a landfill?" The sound your voice made Luke almost hit his head on the counter as he was searching for a mixer in one of the cardboards under the counter. "Geez Y/N you scared the shit out of me." He exclaimed holding a hand against his pounding chest. "Well you did the same to me when I saw this." You pointed out all the mess Luke had made. "Care to explain?" You asked placing a hand on your hip. "You know that it's Valentine's day soon and I wanted to make something special. But instead of cupcakes I thought it would be funny to make something from your culture, so I found this book with recipes with Belgian waffles and ehm." He trailed off looking around in the kitchen. "That is probably the sweetest thing a guy has ever done to me." You said in awe giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Calum:"If I'm gonna eat anymore I won't be able to run on the stage tomorrow." Cal said whilst rubbing his now filled stomach, moaned slightly at the feeling. " Then stop." You laughed taking the box of chocolates in his lap away from him. "No, I need more." He groaned as he sat up reaching over for the box you were holding away from him. " Y/M/N!" He gossiped to your mother and she only laughed at the two of you. " Y/N if the boy thinks he can handle more give him." She laughed and you only cocked an eyebrow before standing up running away. "Hey Y/N! Come back with the Belgian chocolate." Cal said following your moves with his eyes from the couch. "You have to come get it then." "Godverdomme" He mumbled. " Have you learned him that?" Your mother asked in disbelief. "Nope." You said placing the chocolate on the table before running out of the living room.

Michael:"Y/N what would you say if I ever asked you out on a date in Paris?" Michael suddenly fired out making you look up confused from looking at your phone, the knot between your eyebrows not leaving. "Huh?" You mumbled out and he let out a giggle. " You know we could go have a nice dinner, eat some French bread, snails and French fries!" He explained. "Michael." You exclaimed loud which gave him a shock. "You know French fries aren't from France but Belgium right?" He looked at you weirdly. "Why are they called French fries if they're from Belgium?" He asked confused. "Because they stole it from us!" You almost yelled and he raised his hands in surrender. "Mad Belgian girl in the house!" Michael yelled with a tease and that was it. "Tackling him to the couch you tickled his sides. "Take that back." "Never." he yelled trying to fight back.

Ashton:The basket you were carrying was getting heaver and heaver stretching your arm more than necessary. A groan escaped your lips as you placed it on the floor before letting out a huff as Ashton came running over to you with yet another packet of chocolate in his arms. "Ash.. Uhm sweety. I don't know how to say this but I think we have enough chocolate now." Your statement made Ashton stop in track looking at you in pure shock. "No more chocolate?" He asked in fear. "I uhm." You mumbled looking around helpless. "I just wanted to bring something back that would remind you of your hometown." He mumbled making you laugh. "We'll come to Belgium soon again I promise. But I think this was more for you than me." You said gesturing to the pile of chocolate beneath you. "Yeah... I guess." He half laughed sticking his tongue at you goofily.