5SOS Preferences

He Finds Out You're Ticklish

CALUM

As the last day of tour came to a close, you enjoyed the fact Calum would now be more free to spend time with you. Whilst touring life had left you on a high, you couldn't help but wait to go back home and spend some quiet time with Calum and his family. As the tour bus made it's way to the airport, you laughed as Calum and Luke got thoroughly invested into yet another game of FIFA.

"Does she really have to sit between your legs when you play? I think that's a disadvantage, she's probably helping you," Luke whined, rolling his eyes at the sight of Calum's arms wrapped around you, his head on your shoulder as he played. Your body felt warm and protected against Calum's and you sometimes traced his tattoos.

"She does, she's my lucky charm." Calum replied simply.

"Lucky charm?" Luke scoffed. "Now you're just making things up in your head because you suck that much."

"Is that a challenge?" Calum questioned.

As Luke and Calum started playing the most instense round yet, it was as Calum scored a goal and shook you that you instantly squealed as your body coiled under his touch.

"You're ticklish...?" Calum asked as you knew immediately he was going to have fun with this new apparent fact.

"I'm sitting somewhere else-"

"Thanks Y/N-" Luke began.

"Oh shut up Luke, just 'cause you're losing." Calum claimed.

Distracted by the boys' competitiveness, Calum got you by surprise as he tackled you to the ground and began relishing in your uncontrollable laughter.

"This is my new entertainment, fuck FIFA with Luke!" Calum teased at Luke from across the room.

"I'll remember that, maybe I should just unpause the game-"

"NO LUKE!" Calum shouted as he dragged you up and placed you back on his lap to continue the game. "Don't worry though Y/N, there's plenty more tickles coming up later!"

You sighed dramatically, but also in excitement knowing the next month with Calum would be a good one.

MICHAEL

"Do you even know how to cook?" I asked, amused at Michael attempting to work the stove.

"Do you like, even wanna eat?" Michael replied sarcastically, adjusting his snapback as things in the kitchen got hotter.

"Okay okay, I'll shut up now."

"Good, that's my favourite kind of Y/N, a silent one."

"Ouch." I replied, pretending to burn myself on the counter I was sitting at as I laughed at his remark.

Soon enough and to your surprise, Michael had managed to put together a decent meal.

"Where are your compliments to the chef?" Michael questioned, leaning closer to you over the table. You went into kiss him but stopped just before his lips.

"Okay, you have beautiful eyes."

"Very funny Y/N, no I want to hear that my food was great and that you'll be a lot more trusting in Chef Michael from now on."

"Okay okay, your food was good but Chef Michael could lose the attitude, he's not quite the next masterchef yet!"

Earning an exaggerated look of shock from Michael, you ran around the dining room and into the kitchen as he threatened to catch you and do God knows what. Coming to a dead end face to face between the kitchen counter and Michael, you gave in as he picked you up and lay you down on the couch.