5 Seconds of Summer Preferences 2.0

#131: It's Hard To Say Goodbye

A/N:

I've had five years to figure out a way to write a speech like this, but somehow I always had the thought behind my mind that it wasn't now so there wasn't time to prepare. You knew the day would come you just didn't really knew when. But as we reach 300 preferences on my blog, I feel that it's the final and end of it..

I feel proud of myself. Despite so many of my fanfic internet friends leaving back in 2016 I stayed and believed in my spirit. I'm stopping now because I feel that it is time, not because of the pressure of feeling left alone. I must admit I felt it was hard because I also lost the audience I had when I started. But things continued and I made it when I felt like it. I never pressured myself to write and when the feeling was there to end it you just knew.

There's no possible way I can thank you all just by these words. Preferences were the spirit of Bananashemmo, it was how it all started. It inspires me to write longer stories and without the preferences I wouldn't have written The Math Teacher. I hope you all enjoyed even if you have only read one or thirty.

Thank you for the requests, the attention, likes, reblogs, recommendations, questions and dedication to all the work I put into these mini stories. I hope you can all look back and get a little laugh, a tear or a smile just like I did when I wrote them.

This isn't the end of writing, just a new world to explore more genres and long stories to fill my attention.

- B A N A N A S H E M M O -

Luke:

"How many books did you write after all? I mean the piles here look insane." Luke was trying to clean up the mess in the bedroom, his sheets almost hidden by the many papers that were scattered on top of it. You shrugged your shoulder and tried not to laugh. Even though this was a sad moment he still managed to put a smile on your face. He always managed to do. "I have no idea like, I felt most of it was written on my Ipad so I don't understand how all these papers suddenly appeared." You looked at one of the many papers that caught your attention, The Math Teacher written on it. "You know where to find me if you need an actor." He made you look up and winked with his right eye. "You really think you can manage the role?" You just had to ask, you just wanted to tease him just one last time. Not to be cheeky but just to make him smile as much as you were. "I'm sure I would be perfect for the role." He went over to wrap his long arms around your face and neck, cuddling you into his chest. None of you said anything for a full minute, you just stood and enjoyed the smell of his cologne and the sound of his heartbeat. "I don't think I can ever thank you with words." You looked up at him but still remained in his arms. He wasn't sure what you were hinting about. You couldn't help but blush, the way he was looking at you made knees turn weak. "You've been the best inspiration I could possibly get to the perfect life. It didn't just help me through stuff but also others. You are truly a gift to the world."

Calum:

"You know I'm gonna miss this." You looked over your shoulder with the spoon still stirring in the pan. Calum looked over at you by the mention, the bass resting in his lap. He nodded his head in agreement slowly and his eyes adverted to the floor. He had been mixed between happy and sad at the same time. He didn't really know how to properly react to the situation and to be honest, having most of the living room filled with moving boxes didn't help the situation. "I'm gonna miss it too." He nodded again and played on last tone on the bass. It was something you were going to miss dearly. Just listening to him with mumbles coming from his lips. Sometimes it made sense and at other times it was just noise to come up with lyrics. You let go of the spoon to head towards him, and immediately he moved the bass away from his lap. Sometimes it wasn't just the words that helped. Nothing could describe the feeling you were having inside, nobody ever wanted to leave the one you loved the most. "You know it's going to be right in the end." You whispered into his ear, his hands coming to your hip to pull you down. He didn't want to say anything he just wanted to hold you close for a final time. He didn't want the moment to let go, he didn't want to say goodbye the memories but nobody was ever happy for a change.

Michael:

You held in your breath in a large smile when the last chords from Michael's guitar were played, the crowd screaming for one final time as the boys left the stage one by one to get backstage. You almost felt frozen in your spot, you almost didn't want to move because being right there in the moment was where you felt the most home. Shaking the goosebumps that appeared on your arms you moved past a few people and security to get to where Michael was standing. Usually, he would feel uncomfortable hugging you after a show, he never liked sharing how much he was sweating but he knew that this one last time he couldn't care less. "Come here... Did I do well?" You couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling how his warmth embraced you. "You did amazing. You always do." You leaned your head back to look up at him and moved some of the half sweating hair away from his forehead. "I'm so happy I got to see you one last time on the stage." You didn't want to look over his shoulder because that just showed what was about to happen. All your bags were piled and packed. "It also meant the world to me that you could be here." He nodded his head and took a deep breath. Just the way he was looking at you spoiled what he was thinking. Leaning up to stand on your toes you kissed the life out of him, feeling every last bit of inch of him to the final end.

Ashton:

It was like the steps heading towards the airport boarding got heavier. You could barely carry the heavy bag onto your shoulders and you almost wanted to drop it in the process. Ashton's hand was tightly wrapped around yours, you could feel the little bit of shaking he had through the body but you tried to remain calm. He was after all doing the same. Nobody ever said they were ready for this, nobody was ever ready to let go of something that meant so much. Not many words had been exchanged but the ones that did were important. "I don't think I can do this." You shook your head, looking at the airport that showed the last deadline. It was now or giving up. "I know you can do this." He leaned his forehead against yours, his lips warm against your cold skin. "And you know that if you feel the second bit of lonely you can look back at all the memories we have a smile." You didn't think you could do this, you just wanted to run back and forget about everything. But you swallowed deeply and closed your eyes wanting to rewind back for one last time. "I guess we will see each other around sometime." He shrugged his shoulder but still wanted to sound optimistic. "I agree." You nodded your head and immediately gave him the hug you had been begging in your mind since you came into the airport. You took in everything he had, shaking just a bit because to be honest it scared you to let go. "I love you. More than you will probably realise." You looked up to see his shiny eyes. He was feeling the same thing as you. "I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N. More than you can possibly ever understand."