(4/4) 5sos Preference
Ashton: You had never been so angry at your own mother before. You couldn’t believe she would ever treat Ashton, the guy you love, like she just did. He looked so hurt when your mother had said that, and your father had just sat there like nothing was happening. ‘It’s not my fault that you’re dating a man who is only going to cheat on you or hurt you. I thought I had raised my daughter right.” Ashton had looked down at his hands and you could see his face contort with anger mixed with hurt. You knew he had wanted to defend himself but he wouldn’t dare mess things up with your parents… well anymore than they already were. You felt your face go bright red once again as you thought about what she had said and how hurt Ashton looked. ‘He would never dare hurt or cheat on me. You don’t know what you’re talking about.’ You had snarled at her. You had never talked to her like you had just a few hours earlier. You had never been so angry; you felt like smashing the fragile glass wine glass that sat in front of you. ‘I do know. I know boys like him; he’ll get in your pants and leave for another.’ When you heard her utter those words, your hand had finally made a swipe at the glass, flinging it to the wall and letting it smash to pieces. ‘You don’t know Ashton like I do. You don’t understand what I would do for him and what he would do for me. I love him and I couldn’t care less what you or dad has to say about us.’ You snapped. Ashton had bolted up from his seat the second your hand touched the glass. You hadn’t realized until later that your hand was actually bleeding from where a piece of glass had cut into your flesh. ‘If you want to be with him, then go right ahead, but I want you out. You won’t live here anymore, I won’t have a member of my family dating someone like him. And when he breaks your heart, don’t come back here.’ You were stunned, though you had no doubts that you were going with Ashton. His eyes widened as you grabbed his hand and tugged him out of your parents house to his car. That was what brought you to where you were now. You were sat with Ashton in his kitchen, your hand bandaged, and tear stains on your red cheeks. He had apologized continuously on the way back, though you only told him that it was irrelevant for him to apologize as he had done nothing wrong. Ashton got up and walked over to where you were sitting on the kitchen counter, standing between your legs with his hands on your thighs. He rubbed his nose to yours, not making any eye contact, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Please don’t be sorry.” You whispered, bringing your hand up to his cheek. You moved your hand to his curls and pressed your forehead to his, your eyes watering when he wouldn’t speak. Your lips pressed against his, hoping he would kiss back even for a second. When he didn’t, you let your hands drop in your lap again, sighing heavily and letting the tears slip out. “Please, Ashton, please.” You begged. The whole time you had been in the kitchen, he would only rub circles on your thighs and occasionally sighing, as if he regretted something. You didn’t know what he regretted; there was nothing he did wrong. But of course you knew he didn’t think of it like you did. You wiped your tears away and pushed your lips against his once more, only kissing him harder when he wouldn’t kiss back. He eventually started kissing back, snaking his arms around your waist and running his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You smirked into the kiss and denied him access. He slid his hands underneath your shirt, placing his hands on your sides and holding you tight. He bit your lip and pulled back, before pinching your waist and forcing his tongue in your mouth. ‘Never leave me.’ He nearly begged, and picked you up, carrying you to his bedroom.
Michael: You were fuming. You can’t believe that your parents didn’t like Michael. Who cares if he dyes his hair or has an eyebrow piercing? Your parents do. They don’t like anybody that isn’t in a suit and working in business. You came from a wealthy family and Michael apparently was ‘inconvenient’ to their record around here. Of course you wanted nothing to do with what they had in mind for your future; you just wanted to be with him. That’s all you wanted. “(Y/N) why can’t you just see how bad he is for you? A band? No, that isn’t going to support a family one day, that is not a job.” Your father spoke as if Michael wasn’t sitting right beside you. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly; you could tell he wanted your parents approval, but he didn’t care anymore. Instead of arguing with your dad further, you got up and walked upstairs with Michael in tow. “You know he isn’t right, don’t you?” You sighed as you shut your bedroom door. “I’ll be able to support you one day, won’t I?” His voice was strained; forget about him not caring, he obviously did. “I know you’ll be able to. Babe, don’t worry about what they say, we’ll be okay. It’s us against the world remember? Always.” You smiled softly, pulling him down for a kiss. You heard the door open and looked to see your dad. “(Y/N) I know you don’t like me and your mum doing this but we love you and want the best for you.” “I’m happy. Is that not what’s best for me?” You asked, surprisingly calm. He sighed and shook his head, “You just don’t see it. I don’t want you seeing him anymore; one day you’ll understand.” You stepped in front of Michael, fury and adrenaline rushing through your veins as you tried to think of something, anything, to say to your father. “You don’t know him.” You voice was much lower than before and he looked surprised. “I know enough to know I don’t want him to date my daughter.” Your mouth dropped open and you balled your hands into fists. “You can either understand that we’re going to be together or you can let me walk out that front door with the man I love. That is up to you.” You spoke quietly, looking into your dads eyes the whole time. You felt Michael’s larger hand wrap around your smaller one, “No (Y/N).” He said sternly. You looked back at him, showing that you were not backing down from this fight. “Then I guess you can start packing.” You dad said sadly, seeming disappointed. “Alright then.” You whispered, not believing that your dad kicked you out just because he had his ‘reputation’ to uphold. You grabbed a bag and packed the things you needed for now and decided to get the rest when you had more time. “Why did you do that?” Michael was frozen in place, watching the silent tears stream down your face as you angrily shoved items in your bag. “Because I’m in love with you. I can’t live without you and if it means having it this way then… it’ll be this way. They clearly don’t care enough about me or my happiness anyways.” You stopped packing, looking across the room at him. Picking up the bag, you grabbed his hand and pulled him downstairs to his car, slamming the front door on the way out. The car ride had been completely silent and you new he blamed himself for this. Why? It was your parents fault. They didn’t see what you saw in him. When you got to his house, you sleepily walked through the door and dropped onto the couch, shoving your face into a cushion. You felt Michael pick up your feet and sit down before laying them back across his lap. “Are you okay?” His voice was raspy and low. You rolled onto your back and studied his face. “Yeah. I’m okay.” You reassured him. “But you have Calum living here with you. I need to find a place to stay.” A frown was now etched on your face as a sudden wave of anxiety came over you. “There’s enough room here, and you and Calum are close so it’ll be fine with him.” He managed a small smile as you heard the front door open and close, meaning Calum was home. “Oh hey, (Y/N)! Hey Michael.” He stated happily. “Hey, Cal. What’s up?” You forced a smile and tried to make conversation. “Nothing I was just out with Luke earlier. What did you guys do?” “Oh I was busy getting kicked out of my house.” You shrugged, suddenly you didn’t really care as much. You loved Michael and this is what you wanted. “Hold on. What?” His eyes widened as he realized what you had said. “Yeah. My parents didn’t like me dating Michael and I wasn’t about to let him go so my parents decided I should just leave. So I did.” “Oh… well, you can stay here. And I’m sorry your parents did that.” You smiled at him as he put a the movie a in to watch, knowing it would cheer you up.
Calum: “Mom, how could you say that?” You yelled at your mother. “I’m in love with him and I really don’t care what you or dad says.” Her face grew red when you said that. You had brought Calum home to meet your parents, thinking they would love him almost as much as you did. Well that was certainly not the case. Now you were arguing with both your mom and your dad. Your mom had just said that you were stupid for thinking he loved you back. “He loves me. You don’t know us. You don’t know our relationship.” Your voice cracked and tears pooled in your eyes. “(Y/N), we’re only trying to protect you from getting hurt.” You father intervened and stood up. “No. No you’re not trying to protect me you’re just trying to ruin it. You didn’t even give him a chance.” You grabbed your keys, running for the door before they could stop you. You sat in your car, tears wetting your face. You wanted to go to Calum but you don’t want him to see you like this. Yeah, he has seen you cry before but never like this. You were lost. You didn’t know what to do because your parents obviously weren’t going to allow you to date Calum and you didn't want to sneak around but there was no way in hell you were going to break up with him. You love him too much. When you weren’t with him, you felt cold. Without Cal, you felt empty. You wiped your tears and managed to keep from crying long enough to drive to his house. When you parked the car, all the tears you had been holding, fell from your eyes like a waterfall. You stepped out of the car, not caring if he saw you like this, and noticed the guys cars were here. Great. Nonetheless you stalked up the steps and to his door. You pulled the house key he had given you a while ago out of your pocket and unlocked the door, walking in. He wouldn’t care as the two of you did it all the time. You walked over to the lounge room, where you heard the boys shouting, probably playing video games, and leaned against the doorframe. By now your cheeks were dry and the only evidence you had been crying were your puffy red, bloodshot eyes. “Hey.” Your voice came out smaller than normal. Everybody but Michael and Calum, who were focused on the game, turned to look at you. Luke jumped up and walked over to you, and Ashton had a sympathetic, yet confused expression. Luke pulled you in for a hug and asked you what was wrong, just as their game ended. “What happened? What’s wrong?” You heard Calum’s concerned voice and pulled away from Luke, smiling a silent thank you. “My parents, um, they don’t want me dating you.” His face fell and you looked to the ground. “So you’re breaking up with me?” Your head shot up at his question and your eyes widened. “What? No… No, never Cal, I couldn’t.” You stepped over to him, nuzzling your head into his neck. He immediately put one arm around your waist, the other on the back of your head, tangled in your hair. “God, please don’t leave me.” He whispered in your ear, near tears. You pulled away and kissed him, forgetting the boys were watching. He pulled out of the kiss, putting his forehead to yours, rubbing his nose to yours, sighing. You had your eyes closes, inhaling his scent, feeling his arms around you, taking in his presence. “We’ll figure it out, okay baby?” You nodded, finally opening your eyes. “Want to watch a movie?” Ashton broke the sudden silence. “Only if I can choose.” You smirked, running to the case that held all of the movies.
Luke: You sat in the treehouse, staring out of the opening in the wall that you considered a window. Your mind was racing a mile a minute and what your dad said came to mind. ‘When he goes on tour he’s going to forget about you and find somebody else. He doesn’t love you.’ How would he know? He didn’t know Luke like you did. He would never hurt you like that. He would never forget about you. You held back the tears that threatened to escape. Yes, you were alone where nobody but Luke would guess, but you wanted to be strong. For yourself and for Luke. You had contemplated texting Luke, but you knew that’s the first person your dad would go to, asking where you are. When your dad asks him, he will figure it out and come here This treehouse had been yours and Luke’s long before you started dating, as a meeting place if either of you ever needed to talk or just be with each other or even alone. 'Either end it with him or get the hell out of my house.’ Your dads booming voice echoed in your head. After he said that, you ran. You ran out the door and to the only place you could think of that he wouldn’t find you. You remember the adrenaline that coursed through your body as you ran to your only escape. To say you were angry was an understatement, you love Luke with all your heart and you weren’t about to let your dad ruin your first, and hopefully only, love. Why would your dad even want to ruin your first love? He’s your dad he’s supposed to only threaten him not to hurt you, not drive him out of your life completely. It wasn’t fair, to say the least. “Y/N?” You finally heard Luke’s voice. You the little door open and his head pop up, before hoisting himself in. “Oh, baby. Please don’t cry, please don’t.” He hurried over to you, pulling you into his chest as you finally let your tears fall. He pulled you into his lap and cradled you, tangling his hand in your hair and pulling you close. “We’ll talk to him, it’ll be okay.” You shook you head, letting out a whimper. “He’s not going to change his mind, Luke. He kicked me out and I have no where to go.” You didn’t want to ask to stay with him, because you didn’t want to be a bother, but you desperately needed somewhere to go. “He kicked you out?” He breathed, clearly surprised. “Stay with me, and don’t say you don’t want to be in the way, I want you to.” He cupped your cheeks and put his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes. “Thank you.” You reached up and pressed a sloppy kiss to his lips and sighing sleepily. “I don’t feel like going all the back so we’ll stay here.” He lay his head against yours. “But it’s cold.” You whined dragging it out. “I’ll keep you warm, baby girl.” He held you tighter and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before laying you both down on the hard floor. You had your back to his chest, curling into a ball in his arms and laced your fingers with his. “I love you so much and it hurts seeing you like this.” You heard his voice whisper as you passed out into a deep sleep.