Calum: Quiet time around the house meant Calum wasn’t home. It also meant time to catch up on your addiction to fanfiction that circled the net. You never wanted Calum to know you read it, with him thinking of it as something very unusual, although he admitted, there were very talented writers amongst them. Having a lazy day, you scrolled through chapters of your favorite fanfiction that included your boyfriend. Your attention was completely dedicated to the story and with the storyline heating up quickly, you giggled at the part you were reading, only to meet a sound right behind you that was more like a confused gasp. Calum breathed in your neck as you put down your phone with the speed of light but you knew it was too late. “What was that? What did I just read, oh my God.” Calum yelled covering his eyes as if the words were still floating around his head. “Calum!!” You yelled in shock, cheeks turning pink, wondering how to handle a situation like this. “Do you actually read that stuff?” Calum asked, rubbing his eyes. “I’m never going to get that out of my head!” “Cal, please.” You said, calming down a little. You walked up to him grabbing his hands so he’s be facing you. His cheeks matching yours a minute ago. “I mean it’s not like we don’t know what it’s like.” You giggle a little. “Yeah but the fact that you’re READING it I mean..-“ You put your hand over his mouth and looked him straight in the eyes. “How else do you think I come up with new things for us to do in the bedroom?” You questioned him, a smirk playing on your lips. Calum looked surprised, thinking it over. “You could have just said that before.” You laughed, giving you a silent permission to continue this.
Ashton: “So in this story I have read, it has everything! Love, danger, surprise, love.” You rambled on, Ashton hanging onto your words like they could save a life. You were telling the guys about a beautifully written one shot that you read that was a 5sos related one, but you left that out. “There was this moment, completely surprised me by the way, that Ashton did..-“ You clapped your hands over your mouth, your eyes as big as shooter marbles, hoping he didn’t hear. “Did you just say ‘Ashton’?” Luke asked, narrowing his eyes at you. You shook your head but Ashton’s face was telling everything you needed to know. His eyes as big as yours, his mouth forming a small ‘o’. “NOOOOO.” He gasped, backing away from you. With your hands still in front of your mouth, you let out a nervous giggle, which became a big laughter, something you always did when you were nervous. “ARE YOU READING FANFICTION, NOOO.” Ashton yelled. You laughed even harder now “I’m sorry, it’s just so good!!” Your hands now on the both sides of your cheeks. “Do you guys hear that? That girlfriend of mine.” He shook his head in disgust, but he smiled at you anyway. “No more storytelling for you, I don’t want to know.” Ashton said, hugging you. “Fine.” You replied, letting him kiss your cheek. “You did some great and cool stuff in that story though.” You shrugged and teased. After a few moments of silence, he gave up. “Okay. Fine, you win. Tell me.”
Luke: “Awww..” You cooed at the fanfiction you were reading. Luke was always one to not disturb you in your reading, knowing you had loads of books on your phone. “Aww that’s so sweet.” You mumbled. “I’m gonna cry.” This captured Luke’s attention. “What’s happened?” You looked up at him. “What are you reading?” He asked, now his curious self. You contemplated the idea of telling him. “Fanfiction.” You said bluntly. “Oh okay… What is that?” “They’re fan written stories about you guys and (Y/n), which means ‘your name’ which means the reader.” The confused look on Luke’s face gave you the indication he didn’t get the whole picture. “You wanna read a bit? I swear it’s not creepy of dirty, this one’s total fluff.” He narrowed his eyes. “What’s fluff?” You laughed. “It means it’s cute/sweet.” Luke shrugged as you showed your phone, watching his eyes glide from left to right. His lips curled slightly at the ends, before showing a full on smile. “That IS cute.” “I know right, this author’s amazing, she’s all about the cutesy stories.” You kept on reading, thinking Luke had enough of it. He opened his laptop, starting up google. “So what’s the name of this author?”
Michael: You were facing Michael, both sitting on the opposites of the couch, your legs intertwined and laptops on laps. He rubbed your hip with his foot, him doing his own thing on the computer, you giving yourself the satisfaction of reading some fiction. Michael kept stealing glances, like he was up to something but you didn’t realize. When the story escalated a little bit you felt a little nervous reading it in front of Michael, hoping you’d be able to keep a poker face up. At this point of time, Mike’s looks from the computer screen back to you happened much more often. “What?” You asked him, when you started to acknowledge him. Michael giggled a little. “Someone’s being a very naughty girl. And it isn’t me.” You gave him a slight ‘duh’ face since you were the only girl here. Your face burned a little bit, but you tried to keep your innocence up. “Why do you even think that?” You blinked at him. “Because I broke into your computer and I can see what you’re doing.” He laughed so hard, that his nose was all scrunched up, his eyes shut tight. “Mike, you didn’t!!!” You yelled, closing his computer with force, feeling embarrassed to the bone. “You can’t do that, that’s private!” You shouted, your face on fire, lying on top of his now closed laptop. “Naughty, naughty.” He’d say before falling back into laughter again. “Shut up, Mike, I don’t like you right now.” His laughter soon stopped at the sight of your disappointed and embarrassed face. “Babe, don’t be sad, I won’t do it again. I was just testing out this program how could I know what you were doing.” “You could have told me first, you know. You can’t go on breaking in like that, it’s illegal even if it’s ‘just me’.” Michael cuddled you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I know, okay. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He released you from his hug, sniggering a little. He went back to his work on his computer, smirking at the screen. “Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught.” He sang under his breath way too smug for your liking. “Michael!!” You yelled at him, kicking him in his leg, as he laughed again.
