Ashton:
"You what!?" Your drummer, (Y/F/N), screeched loudly with wide eyes. You sighed, shaking your head as she began to freak out.
"I said, I have a date with Ashton. Tonight." You repeated yourself, already annoyed with the overly perky fangirl. She began sprinting around your shared hotel room, rifling through your suitcase and tossing things around the room.
"We only have four hours to get your ready! Go shower!" She shouted, making you jump in fear before running into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
As soon as you were done showering, your friend whisped you into the room and shoved you into an outfit she chose. Now, here you were with a skirt on (for the first time in months), while she put the finishing touches on your makeup.
"Oh my god, he’s here." You friend muttered, quickly closing the mascara tube and running to the door. You rolled your eyes at her, nudging her away before opening the door.
"Wow, you look… beautiful."
Calum:
You were sitting at the little table in the tour bus, putting the finishing touches on the breakfast you’d made for everyone when Luke, Michael, and Ashton all sat at the couch with smirks on their faces.
"Someone’s happy." Ashton poked at you, smirking wider when you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What the hell was he on about? You were just being nice…
"What are you talking about?" you asked, still confused. The boys only smirked wider at you, making you suspicious. Narrowing your eyes, you put your hands on your hips. "Tell what’s up, or no one gets breakfast."
"Well, it’s just Calum’s still sleeping… He must have had a long night." Michael wiggled his eyebrows at you, laughing when your face went up in flames.
"Oh, oh! Yeah, Calum- right there!" Luke and Ashton mocked you loudly, making you cover your face with your hands as you ran back to the bunk you shared with Calum.
Luke:
"Get out of my way, Hemmings." You growled, standing ram-rod straight as you scowled at the tall boy that blocked your path. He only sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he remained in his place.
"Please, can we just talk?" He asked, begging you with the beautiful blue eyes that you used to be so amazed by. Now, they just haunted your nightmares.
"I don’t know, why don’t you find the whore you screwed behind my back and ask her to talk?" You snapped, scratching at your legs as you grew agitated. You clenched your fists, getting prepared to lash out when your heart broke a little.
"I just need to get somethings off my chest, (Y/N). Please." Luke whimpered. You watched guiltily as his eyes welled up with tears, your heart clenching in your chest. "You wouldn’t believe how much I want to change what happened. I’m not asking for you to forgive me, I just need you to hear me out on this."
"Luke…" You sighed, wavering at the idea. You felt guilty, for sure, but you also still felt hurt by what happened between you so long ago.
Michael:
"Who’s ready for Five Seconds of Summer!?" You cheered into the microphone, out of breath from the performance you’d just ended. You’d completed your first performance flawlessly, and you were extremely thankful for the tips Michael had given you earlier.
You walked off the stage once you received your cue from the stage manager. You walked past the boys of 5sos as they were walking on stage, Michael giving you a quick thumbs-up which made you blush. You were dying for a bottle of water, but you held off from getting it once you heard the boys start speaking.
"So, what’d you all think of (Y/N)?" Luke asked into his microphone, making you roll your eyes a little. What’d he care? It’s not like he or any of the boys, besides Michael, had even bothered to speak to you. You smiled proudly at the cheers that followed, though.
"I think she’s hot." Michael replied to Luke into his microphone, giving you a cheeky smirk as you blushed and giggled.
still no pictures
-qtlukey
