5 seconds of summer Preferences

Silent treatment

Ashton:

So far it had been about four hours since your argument. Four hours Ashton’s been locked in your room, four hours you’ve been thinking about all the things he said to you. ”Maybe the fans were right about you,” he’d said, breaking your heart. How could he say that? When he was the one constantly reassuring you that they were all wrong. Your train of thought was cut off when he entered the room. “Y/N,” he said, sighing. When you didn’t say anything he sat down next to you and wrapped his muscular arms around you. “Y/N, I’m sor-,” you cut him off by huffing and getting up, leaving the room. “Babe, I didn’t mean it!” he exclaimed, hot on your trail. You shook your head, sitting on the couch and turning on the tv. Ashton groaned and spread your legs before plopping down in between them, blocking your field of view. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said. The fans aren’t right about you, they’re so so wrong. I love you so much and I can’t stand you not talking to me,” he said, taking your face in his large hands and forcing you to look at him. “What can I do, hm? What can I do to make you forgive me?” he asked, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. You looked into his eyes and sighed, giving in. “Just kiss me,” you said. He smiled and pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

Calum:

It was the fifth night in a row Calum was late from hanging out with his band. You knew he loved his band, but you hadn’t seen him in three months. All you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend. “Hey babygirl, I’m home,” he said, coming up behind you and resting his hands on your waist. He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek, but you moved out of the way and walked into your living room, leaving Cal confused. “Babe? What’s wrong?” he asked, coming into the living room as well and sitting next to you on the couch. You said nothing, sitting as far away from him as you could and crossing your arms over your chest. “Shit, is this because I’m late again? Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m such a shit boyfriend. I should really think more about your feelings, shouldn’t I?” he asked. Your eyes shifted to his as you squinted. You nodded, huffing. He sighed, moving closer to you. “I swear on my mother’s armpit, I’ll spend more time with you. I’m a dumbass and I don’t deserve you. Please forgive me?” he asked, taking your hand and kissing it. You tried not to smile, but failed. “There it is, that beautiful smile,” he said warmly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

Luke:

Work had been shit, as usual. Your boss was being a complete bitch, blaming you for the mistakes she made, as usual. You just wanted to go home to a clean house and cooked food, like your boyfriend had promised you. But as soon as you walked through your door, all hopes of bliss were flushed down the toilet. Dishes were piled in the sink, the floor was dirty, clothes were strewn everywhere, and there was not a sign of food anywhere. You kicked off your shoes angrily and walked to the sink, starting the dishes. You made sure to make extra noise to notify a certain asshole of your presence. A few seconds later Luke came down the stairs, smiling when he saw you. “Hey baby, I missed you today,” he said, hugging you from behind and softly kissing your neck. “Why didn’t you come up and say hi?” he asked, his hot breath on your ear. You said nothing, silently seething as you washed the dishes he was supposed to have done. “Babe?” he asked, moving his head so that he was directly in your peripheral vision. Still, you said nothing. Instead, you loosened his grip around you and walked away. Something seemed to have occurred to him as you walked away. “Shit,” you heard him silently curse as you made your way to the couch. He stopped you from sitting down by grabbing your arm and pulling you into him. “I’m sorry baby, I totally forgot,” he started, “how about I run you a bath and get all of this done for you?” he asked, his forehead against yours. You smiled slightly. “Yeah? Would that be good?” he asked, dipping his head to meet your eyes. You nodded and smiled as he pressed his lips to yours.

Michael:

“Y/N, for the last time, move from in front of the TV! Jesus christ woman!” he shouted, pushing you slightly so that he could see whatever video game he was playing. Your eyes widened and you stormed away angrily, slamming the door to your room loudly. A few hours later you were sat in your window seat, your favorite blanket thrown over your legs as you read your favorite book. You heard the door open slowly, but refused to look up. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Michael timidly poking his head through the door. “Y/N?” he asked. You said nothing, turning away from him. He sighed and walked towards you, sitting down across from you on the window seat. “Baby… I didn’t mean to yell at you or push you. It’s just, that game-,” you cut him off with a scoff, closing your book and looking out your window. He looked at the sarcastic smile on your face, frowning. “Look, Y/N, no video game is nearly as important to me as you are. I’m an ass and I truly don’t deserve you. I…I love you,” he said nervously. You looked at him, eyes wide. It was the first time he had said I love you. He nervously fiddled with his fingers, looking everywhere but at you. “I love you too, Michael,” you said finally, your voice shaking. His eyes snapped to yours as the biggest smile you had ever seen spread across his features. Michael took you by surprise by engulfing you in a huge hug, squeezing the life out of you. “I am so sorry,” he said, although smiling. You shook your head, smiling just like him. “It’s fine. But do it again and I’ll have your balls on a stick,” you laughed. He nodded and kissed you, the amount of passion nearly knocking the breath out of you.