Luke: His fingers interlace with yours; thumb making circles on the back of your hand. Whenever you were nervous, sad, or even happy, you'd squeeze his hand. He would squeeze it back; it was your way of talking without saying a word.
Ashton: His big callused hand would hold your tiny one; sometimes fingers would intertwine, others would just wrap your fingers on his hands. It was your way of keeping connected through everything, you'd never let go.
Michael: Michael wasn't a big fan of public affection, so, whenever you'd hold hands, it'd be when you were alone. He'd take your hand in his while you were laying in bed, watching your fingers together; seeing how small your hand was compared to yours. His green eyes would intently watch your hands as if it was the most interesting thing on the world.
Calum: He loved holding your hand; he couldn't lose your touch. When you were walking through a bug crowd, you'd stay behind him, and, even if it was hard to keep holding hands, you'd hold, at least, one of his fingers with one of your own; kinda like a child would do.
