5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Fights

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Ashton - You were walking home from work when you saw a magazine that had your boyfriend, Ashton, on the cover, but not because of his band, but a picture of him with another girl in his arms.You angrily bought the magazine and stormed home, slamming the entrance door behind you.Ashton heard you and greeted you from your shared bedroom, as you ran upstairs and threw the magazine on the bed next to where Ashton was staying.”Please explain!” You told him, and he grabbed the magazine and saw the picture on the cover, his eyes filling with sorrow as he watched your every move intently.”Nothing to say?” You blurted out angrily, taking the bag you had thrown somewhere on the floor and walked down the stairs.Footsteps could be heard behind yourself, but you didn’t bother to turn around. “Please don’t go.I can explain!” He tried to make everything better, even though you felt like not even knowing the picture was photoshopped could make things better. “Don’t say a word please, Ashton.You’re only making worse.” you looked at him, and he was fighting the tears that were threatening to escape from his eyes. “We’re over.” And with that, you left the house, not looking back at Ashton who was at the doorstep calling your name, only hoping that you could come back. 

Michael - It wasn’t something unusual for Michael to spend many hours at the studio either writing songs or recording some new music.And since the boys have been working so hard on their next album, Michael has been coming home tired every night, leaving you all alone as he went straight to bed to sleep, only to wake up at 6am the following day. Michael came home late one night, only to find you wrapped in blankets on the couch watching your favourite tv show. Lately, you and Michael had a really cold relationship, and the kisses and late night cuddles have been long gone.”Bring me some food, Y/N.” He didn’t even look at you,but you blankly stared at his face as you responded with a firm No.”Then bring me some beer.” you got up from the couch and stood in front of him. “Look, Michael! I am not your fucking slave!If you want to eat or drink, then get your ass up and get them yourself!” he got up and walked towards you, backing you against the wall.He was close enough to touch, and you hoped he couldn’t think what you were thinking right now.He looked at you for a while, then he attacked your neck with kisses. “That’s right, you’re not my slave.” He pressed a soft, passionate kiss to your lips.His eyes were now full of lust, as he told you to jump and you wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you upstairs, to finish what he started in the bedroom.

Luke - The sound of screams and yelling was dominant in the room, as you and Luke threw insults at each other. You’ve been in fights, you’ve argued over little things, but never something as big as this. Luke has been coming home late every night, and most of the times he was had a foul, strong smell of alcohol, and you were getting pretty tired of it. You decided to speak up, which only resulted in a big argument. You were trying to keep control of your voice,not speaking any louder than usual because you thought it was gonna fail you.Tears were threatening to escape from your eyes, but you tried your best not to spill because you didn’t want to show Luke that you were vulnerable.”You always overthink everything, Y/N!” he shouted at you, not even letting you talk as he continued.”I can never have any free time in this relationship!It’s always only you,you,you.Want to know something?Not everything revolves around you.And you know what?I’m out!” and with that he grabbed his phone and stormed out the door, slamming the door behind himself.

Calum - Once again, you lifted Calum’s clothes from the floor of his bedroom, taking them to the bathroom and throwing them in the basket there.He was out at the studio with the boys and you were left behind, doing some household chores.This has been going on for more than two weeks, and it was already enough for you.A couple of hours later, after you’ve done the laundry, Calum arrived home from the studio.”How has your day been babe?” he asked, leaning in for a kiss.You rejected him.”My day has been great actually!” you said sarcastically.”Fucking great when I have to do your laundry like I am your fucking maid!” you got up from the couch and looked him in the eyes.”