5SOS Preferences

Mistletoe (T)

Ashton: You go over to Ashton’s family’s house, knocking on the door and waiting only a second before he lets you in. “You already decorated for Christmas?” you ask in surprise as you enter, noticing the tree and stockings in the living room. “Yeah,” he chuckles, “My mom is into decorating early.” “So am I,” you inform him as you make your way into the living room. “Your tree is so cute,” you giggle, inspecting the home made ornaments from past years. “Harry insisted on putting them all up,” Ashton explains, blushing lightly. “But we decorated the rest of the house, too,” Ashton tells you, “Come on.” He takes your hand and leads you down the hall toward his room. “Oh,” he says, stopping under his doorway, “What’s this?” He looks up at the mistletoe above you two and smiles at you cheekily. “You’re such a dork,” you mumble as you lean in, letting your lips connect with his warm ones. His hands fall to your waist, pulling you against him gently as your hands tangle in his hair. “Ahem,” a voice says behind you, making you pull away suddenly. “Oh, hi, Mrs. Irwin,” you mumble, blushing. “Hi, Y/n,” she chuckles, shaking her head. “Ashton, your siblings are home and Lauren has friends over. Can you at least shut your door?” she sighs. “Sorry,” he giggles, “But it was the mistletoe. I don’t make the rules.” He shrugs innocently and you punch his arm lightly. Mrs. Irwin laughs despite herself and walks off, leaving you and Ashton to erupt into giggles. He leans down, connecting his lips to yours again. “Ashton!” a voice calls, making you pull away again. “Oh, hi Lauren,” Ashton says, smiling at Lauren and her three friends. “Are you busy?” she asks. “Um, kinda,” he mumbles, looking at you longingly. “Mom said you would help us make cookies,” she informs him. “Of course she did,” Ashton sighs. “Can you help?” she prompts. He looks to you and you reply to Lauren, “Yeah, we’ll help. You find the cookie cutters and we’ll be down in a few minutes.” She nods and heads off, and Ashton shuts the door quickly before turning back to you.

Calum: You made your way through the crowded house of your family-friends, the Hoods, in search of Calum. “Y/n!” you hear a voice call, making you turn around. “Cal!” you squeal, running to him and letting him spin you around in a hug. “I’ve missed you,” he mumbles as he rocks you back and forth in his tight hug. “I’ve missed you too,” you sigh, “but how was touring the world, huh?” “So fun,” Calum tells you, his mouth breaking into a wide grin. He begins to talk excitedly about his tour when you get distracted by a group of three boys climbing on top of each other down the hall. “Is that your band?” you ask Calum as the three boys spot you watching them and hurry to where you and Calum stand. “Yeah,” Calum sighs, embarrassed by their behavior. “Who’s this?” his band mate that you know from pictures to be Ashton asks. “This is my, um, my friend Y/n,” Calum tells them, “Y/n, this is my band, Ashton, Luke and Michael.” “Hi,” you say with a smile, “I’ve heard a lot of your stuff. You’re really good!” “Thanks,” Michael says with a grin, “We’ve heard a lot about you, too.” He smiles at Calum as Luke and Ashton nod their agreement, You catch Calum shooting them a glare and you giggle, “Have you really?” “Loads,” Ashton chimes in, “He always talks about how when you were little you two would have sleepovers and -” “We don’t need to hear this right now,” Calum mutters, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the hall away from his friends. “They’re funny,” you chuckle when Calum finally stops walking. “Hey! Calum!” you look down the hall to see Michael waving for Calum’s attention. “Above you!” he calls. You look above you and blush instantly when you notice the mistletoe. “Oh,” Calum mumbles, “I think they must’ve put that there. We don’t have to actually, well ya know. I mean we’re friends so-” “Rules are rules,” you say quietly, cutting Calum off. “They - they are?” Calum asks in surprise. “Well, yeah,” you giggle, biting your lip and waiting for Calum to make the move. “Okay,” Calum breathes, leaning in and timidly connecting his lips to yours.

Luke: You fall from the ladder with a loud crash as the whole thing topples over beside you. “Y/n?” Luke calls, rushing into the living room where you are now sitting up on the floor. “Are you alright?” he asks, helping you up. “Yeah,” you say, embarrassed, “I just lost my balance.” “What were you even doing?” Luke asks with a chuckle as he surveys the situation. “I was just trying to hang the mistletoe,” you mumble, blushing profusely as you gesture to the small set of leaves on the floor where you dropped them. Luke chuckles to himself, shaking his head at you. “Don’t laugh at me,” you pout, although you can’t help the corners of your mouth turning up into a smile. “Stop laughing!” you command, making Luke laugh harder. You cross your arms over your chest and do your best to look stern, having to bite your lip to keep yourself form bursting out laughing. “You’re just so cute when you’re embarrassed,” Luke laughs. You finally start to laugh, not being able to hold it in any longer. “It’s not funny,” you say as you laugh hysterically. “Yes it is,” Luke disagrees. “I could’ve gotten hurt!” you point out with indignation, “Would you be laughing then?” “Probably,” Luke admits. You glare at him which sets him off on another round of hysterical laughter. Finally his laughter subsides and he bends over, picking up the mistletoe. He stands on tiptoe, reaching up to secure the mistletoe as you had tried to do earlier. “There,” he says, smiling at you. “That’s not fair! You didn’t even need the ladder!” you state angrily. Luke giggles again and you giggle, too. You look up at the mistletoe before saying, “It’s crooked.” “Hey, I did a better job than you did,” Luke points out. “True,” you consent, grinning at him. Luke grabs your hands, pulling you toward him until you’re pressed against him lightly. “Oh, a mistletoe,” he observes with a smirk. “How did that get there?” you giggle as your arms lock behind Luke’s neck. He shrugs innocently and you stand on tiptoe, reaching up to connect your lips to Luke’s. “I love you,’ Luke mumbles against your lips. “I love you, too,” you answer into his mouth, making both of you smile into the kiss.

Michael: “Stop!” Michael screams, taking off through the house as you chase him with frosting-covered hands. “This is payback, Michael Clifford!” you inform him. He laughs as he leaps over a couch and whirls past you back into the kitchen. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Mikey!” you call as you follow him. “You’re gonna get me all frosting-y!” Michael argues. He clambers onto the counter, holding a wooden spoon up to protect himself. “What are you gonna do with a spoon?” you giggle, shaking your head at your boyfriend. “I dunno, fight you,” Michael says, holding the spoon fiercely. “Come at me,” you invite, “I can take ya.” You hold your frosting covered hands up threateningly. Suddenly you see Michael run across the counter towards you. You duck and he barely clears your head as he leaps over you, running back into the living room. “Michael, you almost killed me!” you scream, chasing him with new energy. You hurry into the living room, but don’t see him anywhere. You make your way through the house, checking behind doors for your mischievous boyfriend when you spot him panting for breath down the hall. “Oh,” you say with a smirk as you approach him, “Has somebody given up?” “Never,” Michael pants, making you giggle. You approach him slowly, only a foot away when his hands quickly snatch your wrists. “No!” you cry in defeat as he holds your hands above your head by the wrists, sure not to get any frosting on himself. “Oh, is that a mistletoe I see?” Michael asks, looking above your head. “When did you even put that there?” you laugh, shaking your head at Michael. “Wasn’t me,” he lies with a smirk, “but it doesn’t matter. You have to kiss me.” You oblige, leaning in, rather awkwardly considering your hands are still being held above you, and you connect your lips to Michael’s. You bite his lip gently, knowing it drives him crazy, and soon enough you feel his hands release yours, moving to hold your hips. Taking the moment to exact your revenge, you move one frosting-covered hand through his hair while the other cups his face, making him pull away immediately. He touches his face, feeling the frosting where your hand just was. “Gotcha!” you yell in triumph before scurrying away.