Luke: Luke hardly ever did keeks, but, whenever he did, you were always there with him. Of course, the reason why you were always there was 'cause you were basically forcing him to do it, but they were always unique and super cute. "Luke," you'd call, making a "sh" face to the camera. "Yeah?" he'd ask, walking over to you, "Oh no, not again!", he'd exclaim when he'd see you were filming him. "Yep, now c'mere and say hi to your fans," you'd smile, pecking his cheek. "Hi guys," he'd sigh, blushing and waving to the cameras. "Say you love me," you'd giggle. "I love (Y/N)," he'd smile, looking at the camera, "But I love you guys more," he'd smirk, and then turn his face to you; watching your reaction. "That's fine," you'd shrug, "I love the other boys more than I love him,". And just as the time was ending, he'd take your face in his hands and kiss you all over it; leaving the fans with the cutest way to end a keek.
Ashton: Ashton was the kind of keeks; fact. And it was only fair for you to be the queen of keeks. "Hey guys," you'd whisper, biting back a laugh, "I'm going to prank Ashton. But he's sleeping, so shhh,". You'd film your way to the bedroom, and your boyfriend, peacefully sleeping on the bed. Without saying a word, you'd take a sharpie out of your back pocket, showing it to the camera, and would start to draw a mustache on Ashton's face. "(Y/N)," he'd sleepily ask, opening his eyes and yawning, "What are you doing?". "N-Nothing," you'd stutter, hiding the sharpie and looking with wide eyes to the camera. "Are you making a keek?", he'd ask, looking to the camera. "Yeah," you'd smile, realizing he hadn't noticed what you were doing. "Hey guys," he'd smile, closing his eyes and sending a kiss to the camera. Unable to control it, you'd start to laugh just as the time ended.
Michael: "Yo, what's up?", you exclaimed, beginning the keek, "I'm here with my bro, Michael," you turned the camera to him, who was laughing. "Oh my God, (Y/N), you're so stupid," he'd said in between laughs. "Shut up, I know you love me," you'd say. "Never said I didn't," he shrugged. "Well, I'm here with Michael today, and you know what he's doing?", you'd stay in silence for some seconds, as if waiting for the people who'd watch it to reply to you, "Yep, you're right! He's dying his hair. Again.". "I don't dye my hair that much!" he exclaimed. "No, not at all, right guys?", you asked, winking at the camera. "You're hurting my feelings, (Y/N)," he said pouting. "Awww, come here," you said, pecking his lips just as the keek ended.
Calum: "Hey guys," Calum said in between laughs, "(Y/N) and I are having a competition to see who can put more marshmallows on their mouths, and," he wouldn't even be able to finish, breaking down in laughs as he turned the camera to you. Now, you were with probably 15 marshmallows in your mouth, not being even able to close it, and trying to say "stop it Calum," but it came out more like "stpff ff cafum". "I must admit, even like that, she still looks beautiful," he smiled. Instantly, your face went from mad to happy, as you tried to say "aww".
