5SOS Preferences

He's Insecure(T)

Ashton: You were getting ready in the morning, sharing the bathroom with your boyfriend. You were brushing your teeth as he was wrapping a towel around his hips walking towards the vanity. You spit and wiped your face with a cloth beside you, inspecting your teeth as you began to rummage around in your makeup bag, looking over at Ashton to see him looking at his face in the mirror, his hand passing over his cheeks. You giggled slightly as you saw him turning his face around to see all angles. “What are you doing?” You said grabbing your eyeliner and beginning to outline your top lid. He looked over at you, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he mumbled, instantly your head snapped up at his tone. “You set your pencil down turning towards him. “What’s wrong Ash, you seem upset.” He looked over at you, averting his gaze. “It’s nothing really.” You shook your head. “Somethings bothering you, you seem down. You can talk to me, you know you always can.” You said putting an hand on his arm to soothe him. He took a deep breath, his words coming out rushed. “Do you think I’m not manly because I don’t have stubble or shave everyday?” He said looking down at the sink, your heart melting instantly. “Oh god no Ashton, what would make you think that?” You asked. “Well it’s just, all the guys get that five o’clock shadow after like a day and mines so light you can’t see it.” He said still not looking at you. “Ash,” you said tilting his head up to look at you. “I don’t care if you have stubble or a five o’clock shadow, I know you’re all man.” You said with a cheeky wink, biting your lip. His eyes widened at your remark but instantly his mouth quirked into a smirk. “Really, it doesn’t bother you?” He said in a small voice. You shook your head, a smiling playing on your lips. “It doesn’t bother me at all Ash, but you know…you could always prove just how manly you are…” He growled low in his throat, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist, pushing you against the vanity. “I’m sure I can manage that…” He said kissing you, his insecurity forgotten.

Calum: Calum looked you up and down, his eyes traveling the length of your body. You blushed and walked to the side of the bed to slip on your heels, finishing your outfit. Tonight was your six month anniversary and you both were going to go out for dinner at a lovely restaurant downtown. You stood up and walked towards Calum, trying to avoid stumbling in your shoes, already regretting how high they were. You were almost positive you were going to have numerous foot cramps tonight, but regardless, they made your legs look killer. You grabbed his hand, squeezing it slightly. “Ready?” You asked smiling. The smile fell from Calum a bit when he looked at your face, but he nodded his head, pushing his shoulders back. You raised an eyebrow but walked beside him, to the door. “You alright Cal?” You asked, walking beside him and watching your feet. “Fine! You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, as always.” He complemented. You blushed, never getting used to his generous complements. “Thanks Calum, you look great too,” You weren’t lying, he wore a simple button down shirt, a pair of dark trousers and his hair was artfully messy. He glanced down at your feet before meeting your eyes, “Those are some high heels you’re wearing…” He said biting his lip. “They’re taller then I usually wear,” You said laughing at his awe. “I can tell.” He muttered, making you look at him. “Sorry?” You asked, a little taken aback. “Well it’s just, now we’re equal height and I don’t know… I’m used to being the taller one in our relationship, being able to tuck you into my chest and stuff and now, well it’s odd because I’m eye level.” He said, his cheeks a burning red. You grinned a little, noticing that he was insecure about his height. “Want me to go change?” You said, not really caring. “You worked hard on your outfit, it’s fine.” He said again, avoiding your eyes. You stopped walking, slipping them off and groaning as your feet fell flat again. “Actually, I think it’s for the better, now you won’t have to carry me home. I’ll grab a pair of flats, hang on.” You kissed his cheek before running back to your room, changing your shoes into flats. You met him in the living room again, hugging him, tucking yourself into his chest as much as you could. “So much better,” You said into his chest as his arms protectively wrapped around you. “You didn’t have to do that,” He whispered into your hair. “Don’t worry about it!” You replied, breathing in his scent. “It’s just, I’m short already and I like to make you feel protected and safe you know? The heights like an ego boost for me” He laughed a little, your reached up and pecked his lips. “I love you, you silly boy.”

Luke: You heard a very loud groan coming from your spare room, your concern getting the better of you, you quickly walked to the room to see Luke lifting weights. You stood in the doorway leaning against the doorframe smiling to yourself. He didn’t have a shirt on, sweat dripping down his abs as his face was red with strain. He pushed the weight away, breathing heavily, and seeing you standing there. He sat up, cringing slightly and running a hand through his hair briskly. “I didn’t think you would be home yet,” He said standing up and walking towards you, kissing you gently. “I got off early, what are you doing?” You asked looking behind him to see numerous weights strewn around the room, something you hadn’t seen before. “Just working out,” he said grabbing a towel and wiping his face with it. You raised an eyebrow, “I thought you only worked out with the guys?” You said walking around him to sit on the bench he was previously on. “They don’t work out enough,” He said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. “They work out like three times a week, you’ll hurt yourself if you work out more Luke, why aren’t you taking breaks in between?” You said, crossing your ankles. “I want to build muscle that’s all.” He said, briefly looking at you, biting his lip. “Are you becoming a work out addict?” You said laughing. He shrugged his shoulders, “Wouldn’t you like a ripped boyfriend? Not someone scrawny like I am?” His voice was low when he spoke, immediately making your laughter stop. “Luke, baby. I don’t care if your as thin as a twig or ripped, I love you no matter what. Muscles doesn’t make the deciding factor.” You said standing up and running your hands up his arms. “Really? You don’t care if I’m not as toned as the guys?” He said, looking down at you. Shaking your head you smiled up at him. “I’m not dating the other guys, I’m dating you. And as far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t matter. Beside’s you’ll hurt yourself, I don’t want that,” You added, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll stop, I’ll just stick with working out with the guys then.” He said bending down to kiss you, lifting you up effortlessly. 

Michael: “Michael?” You said cuddled into his side. He hummed in response, “Can you sing me a song?” You said playing with his hand. He looked at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I can play you a song, I’m not going to sing.” You sat up a little bit looking at him. “Why wouldn’t you sing?” You asked, confused. He shook his head, grabbing his guitar from beside the couch and absentmindedly strumming a few chords. He hummed a little bit, but you were still a little upset at his comment. “Michael,” He looked up, his light green eyes piercing yours. “You know you have a lovely singing voice. I don’t mean to make that sound girly or emasculate you, but you have a really great voice, you should sing more.” He looked away, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He shook his head still playing, looking down. “You know I would never judge you, hell Michael, you’ve heard me sing and I sound like a dying cat. Anything is better then me. You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it,” You looked at you for a bit, beginning to strum your favourite song. He cleared his throat, beginning the opening verse of the song, meeting your eyes. They were crinkled at the side, a smile dancing on his lips as he sang you your favoutite acoustic song. After he had finished, he put the guitar down beside him and turned to you. Before he could say anything you pressed your lips against his, erasing any fear, insecurity or doubt he had.