5SOS Preferences

Preference 115: "Have You Lost Your Damn Mind?"

Calum: "Have you lost your damn mind!?" you asked your boyfriend, searching his face for a sign that he was joking. "I'll try not to take that as offensive," Calum pouted. "Cal, I love you," you reminded him, "But getting married? Now?" "Not right this second," Calum assured you, "But, I dunno, if I proposed in the next couple weeks? Before I leave for tour again?" "Married," you echoed. The word felt foreign and intense. "Mrs. Hood," you tested how it felt - that one wasn't too bad. "Maybe," you mumbled, imagining a ring on your finger and a husband on your arm. "This is my husband," you said, pretending to introduce Calum to someone. On that one, you fought a smile. "My husband," you said again, eyeing Calum, who was grinning like an idiot. "I could get used to that," you confessed. "You mean it?" Calum asked with a new excitement. You nodded, and Calum picked you up, kissing all over your face. "I've gotta plan a proposal," he said more to himself than to you. "Get ready for awesome."

Ashton: "Have you lost your damn mind!?" Ashton whispered, pulling you away from the fans you were speaking to. "What are you freaking out for?" you asked. He turned a corner and stopped, crossing his arms and looking down at you sternly. "You cannot go talk to fans by yourself," Ashton scolded. You raised your eyebrows, surprised by his serious look. "You're lucky those girls were nice!" he explained, "Some fans are way too intense for our safety, let alone yours." His face softened as he thought of you getting hurt. "I'm sorry," you mumbled, "I was just trying to be a good band member's girlfriend and say hi to your fans." Ashton sighed, regretting getting angry. "I know," he said, pulling you against his chest and kissing the top of your head, "I just get so worried about you."

Michael: "Have you lost your damn mind!?" you laughed, looking at your best friend as if he was crazy. "Maybe," Michael granted, "But maybe it'd be fun!" "You and I?" you clarified in disbelief. "It's not like we haven't done it before," Michael reminded you with a smirk. "Excuse me," you began, getting to your feet and pacing, "We have never done it sober. Those other times were, I dunno, moments of weakness." "Gee, thanks," Michael muttered, looking hurt. You froze, looking to where Michael sat, staring at you. "You know what I mean," you sighed, "It was random and fun, but friends with benefits? That's a different story." "Why?" Michael asked, rushing towards you, "I know you're attracted to me, and of course I'm attracted to you, so why not?" You sighed. Maybe the way Michael bit his lip as he waited for your answer weakened your resolve, or maybe he was actually making sense. You gave your answer silently by kissing Michael and pulling him back to the couch.

Luke: "Have you lost your damn mind!?" Luke shouted, finally breaking the tense silence of his car. You shrugged, knowing nothing you could say would lessen your best friend's disapproval. "Picking you up drunk is one thing," he ranted, "But picking you up from a random guy's house at four in the morning is another." "I know," you admitted in a small voice. "One of these days you're gonna get yourself killed," he informed you with a frown. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, and his eyes never left the road. "I'm sorry," you offered weakly. "Don't apologize to me," Luke snapped, "Why should I care? It's your life you're endangering every night with these random men." You nodded, looking out the window to avoid Luke's judgmental stare. "I couldn't care less what you do," he went on, "But next time I'm not picking you up." "I said I'm sorry," you reminded him, tired of the lecture. "Really, Y/n, it's bad enough knowing you'll sleep with every guy who isn't me without seeing the evidence." Luke's eyes widened as he realized what he said. You turned back to him in confusion. "What does this have to do with you?" you asked, not understanding. "Nothing," declared Luke, "Just forget it." "Luke," you began slowly, "Why are you so mad about this?" "I'm not jealous if that's what you're thinking," he answered, turning red in the face. "You're so jealous," you declared with a triumphant smile, "This makes so much sense now." "Shut up," Luke snapped, "I've never even thought about you that way." "Please," you laughed, "You're so bitter." Luke glared at you, but you couldn't help laughing now.