5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Scared Of Love

Calum:
"I just don't understand," Calum spoke, his eyes soft and verging tearful, "why won't you go out with me?" I sighed, something of pity and frustration. I, myself, didn't know exactly why. The fact that I've always been scared of love; falling in love, staying in love, anything that has to do with that wretched word, is beginning to scare me. My mother says I am of age, now, that I should be dating someone though I cannot find myself wanting to. I do not know what sparked this fear, but I wish I didn't have it. I've always wanted to meet someone and fall in love, but something inside me is holding me back. "It's not easy to explain, Cal. It's just... well I'm not afraid, I'm just overly cautious?" My voice was weary, almost questioning the choice of words I spoke. "So... so you don't want to date me because you don't like me? Or you're worried I'm not a good person or something?" I could hear the breaking in his voice, making my heart shatter in return. I've never seen my best friend this fragmented and it hurts just seeing that he is about to cry. "No, Calum, it's not that. I know you, and I know you're an amazing guy-"
"So why won't you go out with me? Just one date? If you don't really feel comfortable, we don't have to do it ever again and forget it ever happened and just stay besties. Please..." I could see the weakness in Calum, his pleading topping the cake and I thought it over. I do know I should be dating now... and I've been friends with Calum for as long as I remember so dating him would be like what we have not but with more... feeling. I guess it doesn't hurt to try... and if he's willing to stay friends after. "Alright... but keep it casual." Calum's face brightened as soon as the first word left my lips, hugging me tightly and whispering a thank you next to a small sniffle and a large smile.

Michael:
I paced the floor of my friend's house, nearly sweeting from the pressure. "I just don't know what to do (Y/F/N)!" She snared, sighing in obstruction. "(Y/N), your best friend asked you out and I know you want to go out with his because you've been friends for, like, ever! I don't see why you wouldn't want to."
"It's just not that easy. I'm terrified; what if I get hurt? What if I lose him? What if-"
"(Y/N), I say this for all the best reasons... SHUT UP! You realize you're in love with the boy and he is back?" I stopped in front of her, sitting on a single couch, with my arms folded over my chest and a look of annoyance on my face. "(Y/F/N), it's not my fault that you have a boyfriend of three years and are both the happiest people on earth! It's not my fault you know he's the one! It's not my fucking fault I'm scared of getting hurt by my best friend!" I hadn't meant to blow up as such, but it happened and somehow I felt better after it. "(Y/N), please listen to me! You like him, and he likes you! The poor boy is waiting on an answer from you and you're not seeing what's right in front of you. I really suggest you do it. Even if it's just one date, see how it goes!" I sighed, defeated, as I plopped my body to lay on her loveseat and heard her body shift to face me. My head was buried in the pillow as I let out a long groan. "Hand me my phone." I said as (Y/F/N) squealed, practically throwing it in my direction.

Ashton:
"Oh my God, Ashton. Please do not! You know, I'm pretty sure you'd get arrested if you did." I laughed, hitting Ashton's arm as we sat inside the small Starbucks building, sipping hot beverages. "That's why it's called a drive-thru." This would be our fourth date, officially, and I had to admit I did like him a lot. We had gotten to know a lot about each other lately ever since I got his number from my friend Calum. "You're no fun (Y/N)." Ashton joked. I faked a scoff, holding my hand to my heart with a shocked expression. "I am leaving then!" I teased back. "Well then I'm not paying!"
"I don't need you to, you're mean anyway!" Ashton laughed, unable to hold it in. His giggle circled around us, adding my soft one to the mix and making some adults look our way, appalled that we are so loud despite the fact that this place is not a library. "Hey, (Y/N), I have a serious question for you." I took a sip of my drink before swallow and smiling, nodding my head for him to proceed. "So, we've gone on a few dates and I was wondering if you'd like to, maybe, be my girlfriend?" His cheeks blushed before me, making him look even more adorable. On the other hand, butterflied erupted in my stomach and a lump immediately created in my throat. "Oh... um, I... um it's just... well... I-" I stammered out incoherent words and Ashton's face fell, looking a mess of emotions. "I'm sorry; I need to... go use the bathroom." I quickly got up and shuffled away, breathing heavily as I pulled my phone out from my bag. "Hey!" I could hear my best friend's voice on the other side of the line. "(Y/F/N), ASHTON JUST ASKED ME TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND!"
"What? Oh my gosh, (Y/N), that's amazing!"
"No, it's not. I'm, like.... Scared or something." I swallowed, swiping a small bead of sweat from my eyebrow as my eyes scanned the room for something to try and focus on but to no avail. "Listen to me. You're going to go out there with a ball of confidence I'm giving you through the phone and you're going to apologize for running off. Then, you are going to say, 'I would love to be your girlfriend, Ashton!' And everything will work out, I promise! If anything goes wrong, which it won't, blame it on me. Now take a deep breath and get off the phone before he leaves!" I laughed, doing what she said and thanked her, hanging up and walking out.

Luke:
"No! Luke, stop. Honestly, this is ridiculous. I just... I can't even stay near you." My face seemed like it would look entirely red as I yelled at the boy before me, his anger apparent as well. I turned swiftly, grabbing my keys off the kitchen table and heading towards the front door. I was breathing so heavily with anger, I could hear myself as I was about to reach for the handle, Luke's arms grabbed mine, pulling me back with force but no pain. "No (Y/N)." He said, softly but stern. I rolled my eyes, turning to face him. "Yes Luke. You can't tell me what to do. Apparently neither can I though," I said, motioning to the mess still left in the house that I had asked Luke to clean up nearly five hours ago. "You can't go!" He shouted, gripping my wrists. His face fell soft, looking at the floor in embarrassment. "Why not? Huh?" I tested back, sighing to get him to lift his head. "Please... don't leave. Can't we just talk about this?" I groaned, throwing my head back like a child and shouting to the ceiling, "there's nothing to talk about Luke!" My head lifted itself to meet his gaze with scowling eyes compared to his lax ones. "I messed up and I'm sorry!"
"Luke, sorry doesn't always fix things. I asked you five hours ago. What in God's name have you been doing?"
"I was with Michael-" I scoffed, rolling my eyes once more. "Of course, no wonder it's worse."
"Don't say that stuff about Michael. He's one of my best mates." Luke argued with anger. "Believe me, Luke, I love Michael but whenever you're with him you ignore me and I'm tired of it. It fucking hurts." I sighed, my face defeating as I stood there with my wrists still in Luke's grasp. It loosened as he stepped a bit closer. "I'm sorry baby. I never mean to do that... I'm so sorry.... Please don't leave (Y/N), please! I love you." As soon as those words left his mouth I was baffled; speechless. I didn't know what to say or do except stand there. I was never told these words other than a family member and I didn't know how to feel. Admittedly, I felt scared but I couldn't tell if that was normal. I looked into his eyes, seeing meaning in them and a slight bit of hurt that I haven't spoken yet. A small tear fell from the thoughts of me leaving. I couldn't do that to someone, I would never want to. As terrified as I felt, I knew I loved him too and there was not denying it, not even the slightest. I reached my face forward, slowly, and kissed the tear away. "I love you too Luke."

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Sorry Michael's is so short!

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