5SOS Preferences

You Get A Boyfriend

Ashton: it's easy to tell that there's something on Ashton's mind. His restless hands and his tapping foot give him away, as well as the fact that his concentration is seriously lacking.
You sigh, and ask him what the matter is for the third time. Just like the last two times, he shakes his head and mutters 'nothing'. However, unlike the last two times, you refuse to leave it there.
"Ashton!" You almost yell, causing him to look up from his coffee. He looks sort of guilty and nervous at the same time. It worries you slightly, but you decide not to say anything else until he starts speaking.
"I- I just..." he stammers, focusing his eyes back on his mug. "How many dates have you been on with this guy? Is it serious? I'm worried about you." He says, taking a few seconds before he meets your eye again. A knot immediately forms in your throat. You hadn't wanted to tell Ashton yet, but now was a better time than any.
"He, um, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I... I said yes." You tell him, unsure as to why the words feel so wrong when you say them out loud. Ashton's eyes cloud over. He had always been a little protective over you, especially when it came to guys. He hated you being with anyone - he didn't like that he couldn't watch out for you.
"You... you what?" He asks, his voice low.
"I said yes. He's a nice guy, Ashton."
Ashton's jaw clenches and his eyes harden, but he remains silent.
"Ash..." you mumble.
"Ignore me. I just want you to be happy, okay?" He says, his voice a little too harsh for his words to be sincere.
"What is your problem, Ashton? I know you want to look after me but I can't just be alone forever!" You blurt angrily, suddenly annoyed at him.
Ashton stands up hastily, knocking over the stool he was sitting on.
"Thanks for the coffee, [Y/N]. I'll see you around." He moves towards the door, but you block his path.
"You can't leave me like this! What's wrong?"
"You wanna know what's wrong, [Y/N]? What's wrong is the fact that it should be me. Not him - me. But it's not. So I'm going to go, alright? Goodbye!" He shouts, and you make no effort to stop him this time. What the hell did that mean?

Calum: sighing angrily, you throw your phone onto the bed. Calum still isn't replying to you, and it has been days. He's supposed to be your best friend for gods sake. The last time you spoke you had told him that the guy you've been dating asked to be your boyfriend, and you'd said yes. After that he'd made some excuse to go home early and he hadn't said a word to you since. You're barely managing it - it's almost impossible for you to spend a day without speaking to him or seeing him, so these past four days have been torture.
After five minutes of pacing your bedroom, you decide it's time to go to his house. Like hell does he get to ignore you and get away with it.
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"Open the door Calum!" You yell, hammering your fists on the door to his apartment. You hear him shuffle around, but the door doesn't open. "I know you're in there you asshole! And I'm not going away until you speak to me!" You shout, whacking the door with your knuckles again. After ten minutes you collapse in the door frame, feeling defeated.
"Please Calum. I'm sorry for whatever I did. I didn't mean to upset you. Please speak to me, I can't handle this. I can't handle you hating me. I miss you. Please," you choke, fighting back tears. A few minutes later you hear a sigh and the door opens, revealing a very disheveled looking Calum. You scramble to get up and immediately wrap your arms around him, breathing in his scent and realising just how much you've missed him.
When he doesn't hug you back, you pull away, slightly hurt.
"Calum I..." you begin, but he stops you.
"It's not your fault, [Y/N], it's mine. You haven't done anything wrong, okay? So stop blaming yourself." He begins. You nod and wait for him to continue, sensing that he isn't done. "I don't hate you, god, like I could ever hate you. But... but that doesn't mean I can be around you. You see, the way I feel about you... it's the opposite of hate. I love you, [Y/N], and I can't handle you having a boyfriend." He takes a deep breath, "and I know this is selfish. I hate myself for it. But being around you knowing that you're with someone else just isn't possible for me. It's torture and I can't put myself through it. I'm sorry, [Y/N]."
You take a step backwards in shock, and seconds later Calum has shut you out of his flat, leaving you completely speechless.

Luke: hours. That's how long you've been wracking you brain for a way to tell Luke that the guy you've been dating asked you to be his girlfriend - and you accepted.
Luke had never liked you having a boyfriend. You had kept this relationship relatively private - so that you didn't have to worry Luke if it didn't work out. For as long as you've known him he's always tried to actively stop you from entering any committed relationship. You figure it's because he doesn't want you to get hurt, so you shrug off his protectiveness as cute and nothing more. You release a long sigh and figure you just need to get it over and done with. So, you call Luke, and within ten minutes he's at your door.
"So, I, uh, I have something to tell you," you say, swallowing back your nerves. Luke smiles and nods encouragingly at you, which somehow makes it so much worse. "I... I have a boyfriend," you blurt, your words almost blending together.
His soft face immediately hardens and his entire body seems to tense. He sits back in his chair and you notice how his hands have balled into fists. Ten minutes pass, then fifteen, then suddenly it's been an hour since either of you said anything. Finally, you break the silence.
"Luke," you sigh, your voice desperate.
He sits forward and turns his eyes to you, and you're surprised to see pain lingering there. "Are you happy?" He asks, his voice monotonous. You take a few seconds before you nod. In response, he just grits his teeth and sits back again.
"Luke I-" you begin, but he cuts you off.
"If you're happy then it shouldn't matter what I think or feel. All that matters is your happiness, okay?" He says, holding your eye contact until you nod your head slightly.
"B-but Luke," you mumble, "what do you think and feel about this?"
Luke lets out a dry laugh and stands up, heading for the door. He stops just before he opens it and turns back to you. Your attention is fully focused on him.
"I think that you're blind, [Y/N]. The reason I haven't wanted you to get a boyfriend all these years is because I want to be your boyfriend. I want to protect you and look after you. That should be my job. So, right now, I feel like shit, to be honest with you. This is my hell."
With that, Luke opens the door and walks out, leaving you sitting in a shocked silence.

Michael: the guy sitting across the table from you wants to be your boyfriend. That's a pretty big step forward in your book. You didn't even know that he wanted to make things 'exclusive'. With a smile, you agree to it, feeling almost as if you're entering some kind of contract. Do you really want this? You're not sure. But this guy is great. He's gentlemanly, smart, kind... what more could you want?
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The next morning you lay in bed, fully awake but not wanting to open your eyes. If you open your eyes the day has started and you have to start adjusting to your new 'adult exclusive relationship' life, and you're not sure you want to. Keeping your eyes closed, you scramble around under your pillow to find your phone and ask Siri to "call Mikey."
An hour later and he's at your apartment, using your spare key to get in so you don't have to open your eyes yet.
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"Tell me what happened," he says gently, sitting down on your bed.
"He asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said yes." You tell him.
Michael is silent for a few minutes. Had you opened your eyes, you would have seen the pain flash over his face and the immediate unhappiness set in his eyes.
"Why... why is that bothering you?" He questions after a while, his voice sounding somehow different.
Angry at yourself, you sit up and open your eyes, taking in Michael's oddly sad expression.
"I don't know! He's a great guy!" You shout frustratedly. You have a five minute rant about how you always seem to sabotage good things because you have a fear of being hurt and a fear of jumping in at the deep end in case it's the wrong decision. When you've finally finished you look to Michael for advice, but he's uncharacteristically quiet. You're immediately worried.
"Mike?" You say quietly, drawing his eyes to you. "What's up?" You ask, attempting to make your voice soothing.
"I..." he begins, but his mouth quickly falls closed again. Just as you're about to say something, he speaks up. "I can't do this," he mumbles, his voice faltering slightly. He stands up and for a moment he just remains by your bed, like he's not sure what to do next.
"You... you can't?" You question.
"God, [Y/N]. Can't you see how madly in love with you I am? So no. I can't do this. I can't console you about your boyfriend. It's shitty of me but I can't be your friend for this. It hurts too much. I'm sorry."
He leaves before you have a chance to say anything. Even if he had stayed you wouldn't have known what to say. You had absolutely no idea he felt that way about you. You sigh and throw yourself back down on the bed, more confused than ever.

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