5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

He's Off-Limits - Part 3

Ashton:

You woke up on the floor, dazed and confused. You look around, and that's when you see Ashton's shirt on the floor. Your heart rate quickens as you remember the events from the night before. You get quickly to your feet and try the door, finding it now unlocked. You head downstairs and spot your brother cleaning up a spilled bowl of chips. You turn quickly to go back upstairs, not wanting to talk to him. "Y/n!" He calls out, making you freeze. You turn toward him, crossing your arms over your chest. "Will you help me clean up?" He pleads, rushing toward you, "Mom and Dad are gonna be home in a few hours and it's a mess here." "You are unbelievable," you laugh, humorlessly. "You expect me to help you after last night?!" "I decided I would forget about it," your brother says proudly, "I know he took advantage of you. It wasn't your fault." He smiles down at you as if he were an angel. "It's not my fault?" You repeat incredulously, "Not my fault! I was looking for Ashton! I brought Ashton to my room! I took off Ashton's shirt! I'm not a child!" Your voice steadily gets louder, until you're yelling. "Y/n," your brother begins before you can continue, "I think you should be thanking me, not yelling at me and -" "Thanking you?" You interrupt in disbelief. "Let's count all the things I should be thanking you for shall we? First off, you barged into my room, without knocking, and freaked out because I was with a guy. Wow! Thank you!" You screech sarcastically, "But wait! There's more! Then you took him and - I don't know - probably murdered him! And you locked me in my room! And then you ask me to help you clean up, telling me I should be THANKING you!" You laugh before turning back to him seriously, "Where's Ashton?!" "You aren't seeing Ashton anymore," your brother answers firmly, "I told him that if he talks to you again I'll kill him." Your brother crosses his arms, looking final. "You're ruining my life," you murmur, looking at him in shock. With that you storm past him and out of the house. You don't know where you're going until you pull up in Ashton's driveway. You knock on the door, and stood nervously swaying as you waited for someone to answer. Finally the door opens, and Ashton stands in front of you, a cut across his jaw and a black eye disfiguring his face. "I'm so sorry," you say immediately. "It wasn't your fault," Ashton shrugs, "I should've known better." After a moment of awkward silence you say, "Can I come in?" "I don't think that's a good idea," Ashton says, looking worried. "Right," you nod, "My brother's gonna kill you." Ashton nods, sighing loudly. "Did you, uh, did you need something?" He asks finally. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay," you tell him, "And tell you that I'm gonna talk to my brother and I'm sure this whole thing will just blow over and.." You fade out when you see the uncomfortable look on Ashton's face. "What's wrong?" You ask quietly. "Y/n, I think - I think I was pretty drunk last night," Ashton says, refusing to meet your eye, "I wasn't thinking straight. If I was I wouldn't have - well I wouldn't have tried to bang my best friend's sister," he explains. "Oh," you say quietly, "You don't even like me." "No, no!" Ashton starts, "It's just that -" "I should go then," you say quickly. Without waiting for a response you run to your car, taking off to who knows where.

Luke:

You wait impatiently for your friend to fall asleep for what seems like hours. After making sure she was sound asleep, you crept out of the room, knocking softly on the door next to hers. "Come in!" You hear a voice call from inside. You open the door slowly and see Luke on his bed. "Oh hey," he says, surprised to see you. He pulls his head phones out and sets his laptop on the dresser near him. "What's up?" He asks, motioning for you to sit next to him. You sit on the edge of the bed and Luke starts to laugh. "I don't bite," Luke laughs, patting the spot next to him. "Well, not very hard," he adds with a smirk. You crawl up next to him, leaning back against the headboard and stretching your legs out, identical to Luke. "I just felt like we never really finished talking earlier," you explain, "And I wanted you to know how I felt about the whole thing." Luke nods for you to continue. 'I've liked you for a really, really long time," you begin, looking down at your hands, "but hooking up with you was a mistake. And it's not that you weren't good or anything it's just that - you're my best friend's brother! Then you went away on tour and I thought that would be good because I'd get over you and we wouldn't have to talk about it, but then you came back and I'm not over you and it sucks. And it sucks that I got myself into this whole mess and it sucks that it won't work out how I want it to and it sucks that I can't kiss you right now and it just really sucks." You finish and finally allow yourself to look up from your lap to search Luke's face for any sign of comprehension. "Can I kiss you?" Luke asks quietly, "I was hoping you would," you reply honestly, letting Luke's lips press against your own. He props himself up with one hand, letting the other cup your face gently. You put one hand on his chest and your other behind his neck, pulling him closer. "This is still a bad idea," you say, not quite letting your lips leave his. "We'll deal with that in the morning," he whispers, deepening the kiss. He rolls you on top of him and you let one hand slide up his shirt, resting on his warm chest. You feel his hand slide up the back of yours, unlatching your bra and removing it so that it falls to the floor. His other hand grips your bum gently, pushing you closer to him. You slide his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. You rub your hips against Luke's and a low moan escapes his lips. Luke rolls over so he's on top of you and he starts to kiss your jaw line. You look up and gasp, seeing your friend in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. "Luke, Luke stop," You mutter, pushing him off of you and scrambling toward your friend. Luke sees his sister and curses under his breath, following you toward her. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come. "I'm sorry," you finally manage. She shakes her head, looking more disgusted than you had ever seen her. "Don't talk to me," she spits, "Either of you." She goes back to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Calum:

"Cal, stop. I actually have to get this done," you say, trying to be serious. You look at Calum and can't help laughing as he attempts to take a selfie on one of your cameras. "The flash!" He shrieks, covering his eyes, "I've gone blind!" "You're gonna break it," you laugh, taking the expensive camera away. "I'm bored," Calum whines, falling to the floor in mock despair. "I have to finish editing these pictures before we can go," you sigh. "Are they of me?" Calum asks eagerly, running behind you to see the screen. "They are!" He shouts. He rests his hands on your waist, peering over your shoulder at the pictures on the screen. "Ooh that one's good!" He says, pointing at the screen, "Oh just delete that one I look like a monkey," he comments. "Look at Michael in that one!" He laughs. "Calum," You sigh finally, "I can't concentrate." "Right, sorry," Calum mumbles, "I'll be quiet. You won't even know I'm here!" He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you work. A minute passed before Calum grew bored again. Knowing he can't talk, he begins kissing your neck. At first you ignore him, trying to focus, but he won't have that. You feel Calum pull the shoulder of your shirt down, allowing him better access. "Calum," you murmur, unable to say more. "Hmm?" He hums against your skin. His teeth nip at your exposed skin and you inhale sharply. "You're so tense," he says softly, rubbing your shoulders. "Calum," you repeat, this time as a moan. "Yes?" He whispers into your ear. Unable to resist him any longer, you turn around, allowing your lips to connect. His hands move to your waist and you feel him smirk into the kiss. "You're so dumb," you mumble, punching his arm. "But I'm hot," he mumbles back. You hear the faint sound of voices and pull away quickly. "What? Is it my breath?" Calum asks, concerned. "Sh!" You say, looking out the window of your office to see your boss. "It's my boss!" You whisper urgently. "So?" Calum asks, confused. "So I'm not allowed to be seeing you, remember?" You say in a panic. Calum's eyes widen in understanding. "He's gonna come in! Hide!" You take Calum by the arm, pushing him below your desk and sitting in front of your computer. You hear a knock at the door and answer, "Come in!" "You'll have these pictures done by tonight, right?" Your boss, asks as he enters. "Yes sir," You affirm. You feel fingers running up and down your leg and kick, glaring down at Calum quickly. "Will you be able to work this Saturday?" Your boss asks. Calum pinches your leg and you flinch, but understand that that means 'You can't work.' "I can't," you reply. "Alright. I'll leave you to finish up," he says before exiting. You pull out your chair and glare at Calum as he crawls out. "You're such a pain," you say, laughing despite yourself.

Michael:

You sit at the local coffee shop with Michael, laughing at the story he's telling. You hear the bell signaling a new customer and glance toward the door. Michael must notice the smile drop from your face, because he stops his story, scrutinizing you. "What's wrong?" He asks, following your eyes. "Oh," he says, nodding with comprehension when he sees who had just walked in. "Y/n?!" You hear your friend's voice ring out from across the shop. "Hey!" You say, rising from your seat to greet her, hoping she wouldn't spot Michael. "We haven't talked in so long!" she says, hugging you. "I know," you say, shaking your head, "I've been so busy and -" "Same, same!" She interrupts. "What are you doing here?" She asks, looking toward the area you came from where Michael sat, head low. "Are you still working on that science project? I feel so bad for you, wow," she touches your arm comfortingly, "I am really sorry. How can you stand to spend that much time with him?" She asks, pointing toward Michael and rolling her eyes in disgust. "Actually, um, no," you say, nervously. "We finished the project. I'm - I'm seeing Michael," you confess. "You're what?" She asks, her face filling with fury. "Seeing Michael," you repeat quietly. " I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!" She screams, "I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!" All eyes in the coffee shop are on you as you reply, calmly, "We are, but you have a new boyfriend and it's been over a year since you and Michael broke up and I really like him and -" "YOU REALLY LIKE HIM!? OH GOOD! THEN IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT YOU'RE A TWO-FACED, BACKSTABBING SLUT!" "Okay!" You hear Michael say, coming up and standing in front of you. "There's no need for that," he says, "Y/n can do whatever she wants and I know she never wanted to hurt you, so why don't we all just calm down before this gets ugly?" "FINE!" Your friend screams, making you flinch, "But don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart!" She gives you and Michael one last look of contempt before storming out. "Thank you," you murmur, quickly wiping away a tear. "Are you okay?" Michael asks, his voice and eyes filled with concern. "Um, not really," you say with a tear filled laugh, "It's just stupid. I - I think I'm gonna head home." You fight back tears, feeling embarrassed for crying. "Alright, let me grab my keys," Michael offers. "No, that's okay. I'm - I gotta go," you say, hurrying out before he can stop you.

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