Ashton:
Don’t step on the crack
You and Ashton had decided to go on a walk through the neighborhood and as you held hands you were avoiding every crack on the sidewalk. It was a habit you got into when you were a little girl and someone told you ‘if step on a crack, you’ll break your momma’s back.’ But even now, it was a habit you couldn’t break, hell, you barely eve noticed you were doing it. Ashton had noticed you walking funny as you occasionally tugged his hand too hard.
“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Ashton asked as he observed your abnormal walking patterns.
“Avoiding the cracks.” You state simply, concentrating on the ground.
“You’re such a kid.” Ashton chuckled, causing a slight crimson to spread across your cheeks.
“Shut up.” You giggled quietly, before playfully sneering, “if you step on a crack, you’ll break your momma’s back!”
“Well, I do love my mom.” He grinned as he began hopping with you, avoiding nearly every crack on the sidewalk.
Calum:
Not taking medicine
You heard Calum cough loudly before sneezing. You rolled your eyes as you went to your medicine cabinet and pulled out some liquid medicine for his cold.
“No.” He said, his word coming out nasally, “I’m not taking that.”
“Cal, we go through this every time you’re sick. You can only get better if you take the medicine.” You explained for the millionth time. Calum coughed again and pouted.
“But it taste so bad!” He cried out.
“It’ll only be bad for as second, then you can chase it down with some water.” You tried. Pouring the medicine onto a spoon and bringing it to Cal. He immediately put a hand over his mout and shook his head.
“Um nt tkphg thf” He said, his words muffled by his hand, so you couldn’t understand him.
“Come on, Cal. If you want to get better, you have to take it.” You said, moving the spoon closer to him. He shook his head again and cringed away from the spoon. You rolled your eyes as you thought of the only thing that would possibly persuade him to take his medicine, “I’ll let you play with my boobs.”
Immediately, his hand dropped and his mouth opened. You quickly shoved the medicine in his mouth before he changed his mind.
“Water!! Oh God, it tastes so bad!” He yelled as he got up and put his head under the faucet and let the water run in his mouth.
“You’re such a child, Calum.” You stated, turning to leave him.
“A child that gets to play with these.” He says as he gropes your boobs, squeezing slighty. His face started to scrunch up and you knew what was coming next, so you pushed him away right before he let out a loud sneeze. “Okay, maybe I’ll play with them later. I want a nap.”
You nodded in agreement, following him to the bedroom.
Luke:
Wet Willies
You and Luke had been giving each other wet willies all day. It started as a method of getting his attention, but when he got you back not two minutes later it was war, and thus the battle of the wet willies began. You and Luke had been eyeing each other carefully as you sat in the waiting room to be called for their interview, the boys watched you, amused by the whole situation, waiting for one of you to make a move. As soon as they were called in, Luke stuck his finger in his mouth and then in your ear, it happened so fast. Your jaw dropped and the boys were laughing at you. You were watching the interview from the side and waiting and plotting your attack, weighing out the pros and cons. Finally you just thought ‘screw it’ as you snuck behind the Luke’s chair during the interview and sucked on the tip of your finger for a quick second before sticking it in Luke’s ear, wiggling it slightly and removing it. This caused Luke to flinch away, giggling and putting his hand against his ear turning around to see you and his eyes widened slightly. The boys whooped and laughed at Luke’s reaction.
“I win.” You smile victoriously before running out of the cameras view.
“Oh no you don’t!” He shouted after you, jumping off his chair and running after you with a finger in his mouth. You were both laughing as you ran around the studio, that was until you reached a dead end and you turned around to Luke smirking widely and wiggling his finger at you.“I got you now.”
“Nope.” You said covering your ears with your hands, protecting them from Luke’s fingers. He stopped when he was right in front of you and poking his wet finger against the back of your hand.
“Fine. If you give me a kiss I’ll stop.” He offered.
“Fine.” You say quickly. You didn’t really think about it as you pushed up on your tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the lips, letting your guard down, and your hands. Before you know it, your ear is being invaded by Luke’s saliva ridden finger.
“Sike!” He shouts, running away from you and back to his interview. You sat there dumbstruck and discombobulated, thinking about how good he got you.
Michael:
Mocking
“Mikey, can you hand me that pan?” You asked your boyfriend, who was standing at the fridge. When you got no answer you turned to find him looking right at you. “Mike, what are you doi-”
You stopped midsentence when you realized he was mocking you with his mouth and one hand on his hip and one hand in the air, opening and closing it when you talked.
“You’re such a loser” You say, narrowing your eyes at him.
“I know you are, but what am I?” He replies playfully. His posture going back to normal as he continued his little games.
“You’re a child!” You yell. He smirks widely.
“I know you are, but what am I?” He repeats. You had had enough.
“Can’t tell you cause it’ll make you cry!” You retort. Michael opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when he couldn’t think of a good comeback and sighed in defeat.
“You got me.” He admitted, shoulders slumped.
“Good. Now can you please hand me that pan?” You ask, smiling as he finally listens.
