5SOS Preferences

He finds out you like him from one of the band

Ashton: I sigh, getting more and more annoyed at Luke by the second. "You're the only one as close to her as I am, Luke. Tell me why she's avoiding me. What have I done wrong?"
"Ash, she's just not well. She's not avoiding you." I can tell he's lying to me, so I keep pushing.
"That doesn't explain why she's not answering my calls or my texts. If she's stuck home because she's sick then the only entertainment she'd have would be her phone."
Luke huffs a sigh, knowing that I'm right. "Luke please. I need you to tell me. I'm going crazy not seeing her, I have to make whatever I've done right. Please tell me."
He's conflicted, that much is obvious from his eyes. His face contorts in worry and stress as he decides whether or not he can spill her secret.
"Do you remember the last time you saw her?" He finally says. Now we're getting somewhere.
I nod. "Yeah. It was when I introduced her to [GIRLS/NAME]."
Luke's lips twitch in a kind of sad smile. "Yeah." He sighs, and I confused by why that's important to this.
"She doesn't like [G/N]?"
"She did like [G/N]. She said you guys were great together."
And then it clicks.
"She can't... she doesn't... like me?"
"Ash, she's been head over heels in love with you since you were six years old. I don't know how you haven't seen it. I figured it out the first time I met her."
My mind is whirling. How could I have missed that? Maybe because I was so busy trying to hide my own feelings for her that I was blind to her doing the same thing.
I'm drawing a blank. Words aren't coming to me, but Luke is staring at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something.
When I don't, he smirks.
"What?" I manage weakly.
"You... you like her too." He says slowly, his eyes sparkling.
"I..." I trail off, unable to deny it.
"Well. You're better at hiding your feelings than she is," he laughs, comforting me slightly.
"So what now?" I ask him, hoping that he'll give me an easy answer and not the one I'm expecting.
"You need to go tell her, mate."
My stomach sinks at his words, and my heart jumps into my throat. I knew he was going to say it, but I still wasn't ready to hear it. How the hell am I supposed to do that?

Calum: angrily, I scribble out the last line that I had written and huff out a frustrated sigh. I stare at the paper, and after a few minutes I crumple it into a ball and throw it towards the bin.
"Writers block?" Michael laughs from behind me. I roll my eyes. Writers block doesn't even begin to explain it.
"I can't write any new lyrics. I don't have any motivation. I need a muse."
"Write about [Y/N]," he suggests.
"Let's not even talk about that," I snap moodily. I always write songs about [Y/N], and I really need to stop. Whenever I'm writing a love song, she's always on my mind. Whenever I'm writing about not being able to have someone, there she is - a perfect image of her in my words. But things with me and [Y/N] aren't going to happen, and I'm desperate to get her out of my mind, so I can't keep using her as my inspiration. It's not healthy.
"Why?" He asks.
I glare at him, "you know why."
I turn my attention back to my notebook and force my mind away from [Y/N]. But, annoyingly, Michael doesn't pipe down.
"I don't get why you don't just tell her how you feel." He sighs, as if it isn't blindingly obvious.
"Because I can't lose her. And I can't deal with knowing she doesn't feel the same."
"But she does feel the same!" He yells, throwing his arms up in frustration. And then, as if realising what he's said, he instantly claps his hand over his mouth.
"Fuck- I- I promised her I wouldn't tell you. Fucking hell." He curses. When I don't respond, he snaps my name. There's fear and guilt and annoyance in his eyes - which is why I don't instantly dismiss his words as a joke.
"What?" I whisper, barely even managing to form a coherent thought.
"Well, there's no point in hiding it from you now, I guess." Michael decides, even though he still looks guilt-ridden.
"She accidentally let it slip to me a little while ago, and I really wanted to tell her that you felt the same but you had me sworn to secrecy. And then she swore me to secrecy, so I've just been stuck in the middle watching the two of you dance around your feelings for each other."
I don't know how to react. Part of me wants to believe that this is just some cruel joke, because even though it would hurt, at least I'd be expecting the sting. It wouldn't get as far as me saying something to her, because I know Michael wouldn't let it go that far. I wouldn't confess my love to her just to find out that she'd moved on, or that Michael had gotten his facts mixed up. That would be so much worse that finding out that this is just a prank.
So, I wait for Mike to shout 'just kidding!' and for Ashton and Luke to pop up from behind the counters to laugh at me, but none of it comes.
"I'm not fucking with you mate. This would be too far." He says after a while.
And in my head I know he wouldn't do this to me, but it was so much easier and simpler to believe that he could. It would mean I wouldn't have to question everything, specifically what I need to do next.
"Call her, Cal." Mike almost whispers, as if reading my mind. I pull my phone from my pocket and stare at the screen. Fuck.

Luke: the theme song to How I Met Your Mother begins, making me look up from my phone. I've been mindlessly scrolling for what feels like forever - the last time I looked up some dating show was playing. The noise of the tv along with the scrolling on my phone is distracting me slightly, but not enough. [Y/N] is on a date tonight, and it's driving me mad waiting to hear the doorbell ring to signal that she's here. I made her promise to come round afterwards so that she could 'tell me everything', even though I can't think of anything worse than getting the details. But, it means I know she's home safe and that she didn't end up going back to the guys place.
"Oh I love this episode," Calum says, startling me out of my trance when he jumps into the seat next to me.
"Yeah," I mumble, even though I haven't being paying attention to the tv enough to know what episode is on.
I feel him staring at me for a while before he sighs. "You're trying to distract yourself, aren't you?"
As usual, he's seen right through me. "Look, Luke, she told you she'd be here afterwards. You know nothings gonna happen."
"It could be going really well. Maybe they'll skipped dessert to go to his."
"I doubt it. She'll be too absorbed thinking about seeing you later that I bet the dates going badly." Calum frowns for a second, and a flash of alarm sparks in his eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I question, hitting pause on the tv so that he has to look at me instead of the screen.
He gulps. "Nothing, man. Just that- uh-" he falters, and then his words come to a halt.
"Just..." he tries again, his face giving away his distress. "She likes you, okay?!" He finally snaps, sighing angrily. "I wasn't supposed to let that secret get out, but I was distracted by How I Met Your Mother and it just slipped. I'm a shit friend."
"She what?" I question instantly, needing way more details than that.
"She likes you. She has forever. She told me when we were kids and I've been keeping her secret for that long because she was so terrified of you finding out. But yeah, she's into you, Luke."

Michael: the door slams open and Ashton storms in, clearly angry about something.
"You okay?" I question, hitting pause on the Xbox to give him my full attention.
"No. Bad day. Do you wanna go for a drink?"
"Sure," I shrug, and ten minutes later we're in a bar and Ashton's doing tequila shots.
"Man what happened today to make you shoot four shots at three in the afternoon?"
"There was a shitty guy in the studio and he just pissed me off. I just wanna forget about it." He huffs, and orders a vodka coke as if to dismiss my questions.
"Alright, lets get your mind off it. What do you wanna talk about?"
He thinks for a second before saying "what about you and [Y/N]? What's going on there?"
I instantly tense up. Now we've found a topic that I don't wanna talk about. But, for the sake of Ashton, I entertain the subject.
"Nothing. Nothings happening there. And I doubt it's going to."
Ashton laughs loudly, earning some concerned glances from the other people in the bar.
"Ash mate have you eaten today?"
"Nope, had lots of coffee though," he grins, and I can tell the alcohol has gone straight to his head.
"Wow. Great mix." I mutter, already knowing that I'm going to have to shove him in an Uber to get him home - which is a five minute walk away.
"Why isn't anything going to happen?" He asks, before gulping down his drink and ordering another shot.
"Ash slow down!" I exclaim.
"Mike I haven't had a proper drink in ages so just let me cut loose for a bit, alright?"
I sigh. "Fine. And nothings going to happen because I'm never going to tell her how I feel, and because she doesn't feel the same."
Ashton snorts, and I glare at him. "What?" I snap, getting slightly irritated.
"You're so wrong!" He laughs. "She's in love with you, how don't you see it?"
"What are you on about?" I ask, trying to keep my heart rate steady. He's just drunk. He doesn't know what he's saying.
"I'm not supposed to be telling you this but I won't remember in the morning so that means it didn't happen, right? You remember how drunk she was on halloween? Well, she confessed all to me and Cal that night. She loooveees you."
I attempt to give myself a minute to calm down, but my heart is already racing and my brain is already in overdrive, so Ashton gets bombarded with questions.
"Are you lying? What did she say? How long for? I don't believe you. Are you sure she meant me? Are you sure you didn't dream this?"
Ashton laughs. "Woah, Mike, calm down. I'm not lying. I think you should ask her those questions, mate. She's the one you need to talk to right now."

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Heeeeeellllloooooo all, so I've decided that so I don't accidentally use one of your names as the ex/villain/person we don't like etc it's gonna be up to you! Choose someone that you hate or just a name that your not fond of - whatever you want!