Ashton:
”I’m hungry,” you whined loudly, struggling to conceal a smile as your boyfriend grew annoyed. “Can we get food yet?” Ashton’s eyes met yours briefly before finding the road again, his jaw tense.
”Were almost there, babe.” He practically spat, making you laugh loudly. You two were on a road trip, and you’d been driving for the past three hours and it was nearing 10 am. Ashton was not a morning person, to put it lightly. “Stop,” he grumbled, a small smirk on his lips when he realized you were messing with him.
"Stop what?" You played dumb, raising your eyebrows at him with a playful grin. He only shook his head, chuckling quietly to himself. "Babe, baby, honey, lover, DADDY!" You called out his nicknames one after the other, snorting when he finally reacted to the last.
"What?" He grunted, glaring at you playfully. He shifted in his seat making you smirk deviously, you knew that it always got to him when you called him Daddy.
"I love you!" You sang, making him roll his eyes at your childishness. "Say it back!"
Calum:
”I want it all back!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, screaming along with the Chris Brown song that was blasting loudly from Calum’s car stereo. It was nearly two am on a Tuesday night, but you couldn’t care less because you were spending it in the middle of nowhere with your best friend.
”Stop, stop!” Calum cried, laughing as he put a hand over your mouth. “You’re making my ears bleed.” You pouted, turning away from him jokingly with your arms folded tightly over your chest. This wasn’t something you got to do often anymore, just spend hours with your boyfriend with no particular thing to so or place to be. Since his band had taken off, things had been pretty distant between you two.
”I missed you, Cal.” You sighed, relaxing into your seat and turning to watch him focus on the road. His eyes met yours briefly before they turned back to the windshield, staring at the small patch of road illuminated by his headlights.
”I missed you too, (Y/N).” He smiled tentatively, his hand finding yours while he continued driving with his other. “I didn’t miss your singing, though.” He teased, laughing when you slapped his chest with your hands still woven together.
Luke:
"I told you not to pass that big truck," You spoke with sass, rolling your eyes at your stubborn boyfriend as he pulled into a car wash. Luke had decided to pass a huge truck with an angry driver on the highway, and in response the driver of said truck had thrown a brown, gooey substance onto the windshield.
"Hush up, (Y/N)." Luke glared at you, slipping quarters into the meter before grabbing the hose that sprayed water. You stuck your tongue out at him playfully, laughing when he flicked you off. "Quit being mean to me," He pouted, giving you puppy eyes and scoffing when this time you flicked him off.
"What the hell?" You squealed loudly when you were suddenly drenched with water, you looked at Luke who was staring the other way and whistling nonchalantly while the hose in his hand dripped with water. "Luke, I’m going to get you back!" You shouted, grabbing the other hose that sprayed foamy soap all over the car.
Squeezing the trigger, you laughed evilly as Luke was suddenly lost in a massive pile of bubbles and suds. “I hate you,” He glared playfully when he finally dug his way out. “But I’m really digging that black bra.” Your eyes widened and you looked down to see that your shirt was see through and your bra was, in fact, black.
"Pervert!" You slapped him upside the head, laughing awkwardly as you got back into the car with red cheeks. He wasn’t exactly a pervert, just a sexy seventeen (almost eighteen) year old boy who liked boobs. A lot.
Michael:
"(Y/N)," You squirmed in your sleep, cuddling deeper into your warm pillow with a small whimper. "Baby, it’s time to wake up. We’re here." You yawned quietly, opening your eyes slowly to see it wasn’t a pillow but it was Michael who was staring down at you cutely.
You sat up, stretching lazily before climbing out of the van behind Michael who immediately wrapped an arm around your waist. You shivered a little, it was really cold and dark outside. The other boys were all in states similar to yours, their eyes barely staying open as they traded little yawns back and forth. Ashton led the group towards the door of their LA House, opening the door slowly and tossing his bag to the side.
The boys were recording for their second album and you had gotten the chance to come to LA with them this time. “Let’s go to bed,” Michael spoke through his own yawn, tugging you towards a hallway and leading you to what was apparently his room. Not bothering to undress, he kicked his shoes off and flopped down onto the mattress.
You peeled off your own shoes and skinny jeans before sliding under the blankets beside him, cuddling into his side and nuzzling your head in his shoulder. “I love you,” You whispered to him. “Good night.”
"Love you more," He whispered back. "Don’t let the bed bugs bite."
