Calum: “I think Y/N is at her best when she gets irritated and I know that sounds so weird.” He says. You frown a little bit, not expecting this answer, and feeling a little let down. Calum shared a look. “But when she gets frustrated, she gets so passionate. Like the fire lights up in her eyes. Even when I’m the object of frustration, I just get mind blown and quiet when I see those flames. I like it that she stands her ground when it’s enough. You can’t push her past a breaking point because she’ll tell you no.” He says, watching your reaction. His explanation left you feeling touched. “She’s my rock. She’s the strongest person I know, how she keeps me up when I’m about to fall down, I don’t know how you do it, babe.” He says, now directly at you. Although he was in an interview, he couldn’t help but get off his seat, kneel down to where you stood and kiss you quickly. “Thank you for everything you do.”
Ashton: “When I like Y/N best?” He laughs. “I’m too scared to answer.” He chuckles, afraid to say the wrong thing. “But I’ll tell you.” He gives you a smile and a wink before going through with the answer. “I like Y/N best when she gets creative. She could sit up in bed at 4 AM and start writing a novel because the words won’t stop spilling in her head. Or when she picks up a paintbrush and starts painting from memory, and her face will do this thing where it looks all serious and focused. As if she’s trying to burn a whole into it.” He chuckles at the thought of that face. “Funny thing, she doesn’t know she looks extremely attractive when she does that. Oh and there’s that moment she closes her eyes as her fingers touch the piano keys, showing me her feelings through sound. God.. That’s when I like her best.” Ashton says, his heart exploding from love, coming out through his eyes and smile.
Luke: “That’s not a hard question at all.” He smiles his dimpled smile. “I like her best at night.” Knowing how wrong that sounds, he quickly recovers. “When she’s getting ready for bed, I mean.” He takes a pause to collect his thoughts and the right words. “When she takes off her mask, she wears for the world. When her everlasting smile turns into a blank stare as she’s looking at herself in the mirror, taking off her make up. When she lies down in bed, crawled up to me and sighs away the weight of the world she carried all day. Because those are moments she doesn’t let anyone else, apart from me, see. They are just for my eyes only. It’s like a visual secret that I keep and love. That’s when.” Luke says, smiling proudly at you.
Michael: ‘Jesus..” Michael mumbles at the question, messing up his hair. His eyes catch yours for a second as you playfully pull up your eyebrows, as if you were to say ‘tell me all about it.’ Michael sticks out his tongue to you. “I guess you could say when she’s being a pretty little tease.” He says, sharpening his eyes at you. “I like her best then. Because she thinks she can get to me or prank me.” He says, smirking. “Sometimes I see her looking at me with those eyes that are already telling me she’s either brooding a plan or she has a plan in work and I’m about to get pranked. She can’t really hide it. Sorry Y/N.” Michael says, shrugging. “But you’re damn cute when you look like that.” He smiles down at you.
