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Socks: Rusty Clanton

Ashton:

It's like I walked into an ambush by the Indians inside your heart,

But it's okay because I really don't mind it

"And then the Indians popped out and BAM, full out war," you recite to Ashton, telling him what you learned in social studies.

He gives you a fond smile, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"So it's like how I love you," Ashton replies.

"You could die," you remind him, giving him a smile.

"It's okay," he buries his face into your neck. "I really don't mind."

Luke:

I like everything I've seen and everything I haven't noticed,

I've been practicing in front of a mirror

"You have these really pretty eyes, and your hair is just so smooth and your body is, wow, I can't wait to explore it," Luke rambles on nervously in the bathroom. He facepalms, sighing. "Luke you can't just tell her you want to have sex when you haven't even told her you love her."

He doesn't even notice you standing outside the bathroom.

He looks back up at his reflection in the mirror. "Well Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I'm so deeply in love with you. Wait does that sound too creepy?"

"I'm deeply in love with you too, Luke," you laugh.

He turns finally noticing you. He smiles, looking relieved at your words and pulls you into a kiss.

Calum:

Cause girl I'm in love and I know that you're worth it,

That's why I'll always keep you here

"Calum if you need to breakup with me you can," you argue with your boyfriend of ten months.

"Y/N management can't control my whole life. I'm in love with you and I'd pick you over being famous any day," Calum argues back.

"Your fans-""They need me, I know, you've already told me. But I'll always keep you here, no matter what. And I've already told you why."

You sigh, running a hand through your hair.

That gives Calum the perfect chance to wrap his hands around your waist. "You're so worth it," he whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek.

Michael:

I like you bone by bone,

And your voice on the phone,

Every piece,

Your lips,

Your teeth,

Your tone

"What's wrong babe?" Your boyfriend of nine months who's currently on tour asks through the phone.

"I don't know. I've just felt really insecure today," you admit, sighing.

"Do you want to know what I love about you?" Michael questions.

"Sure."

"I love your bones. Even your leg that you broke on our first date." You both laugh at the memory. "I love your lips, especially when I kiss them a few minutes after you applied chapstick. I love your teeth, the story behind how you knocked out each one of them. I love how your tone changes from when you're excited, angry, happy, curious, everting. I love every part of your beautiful body and you don't deserve to be insecure, you're so damn beautiful."

This may have been short but oh well, I've updated all of my stories

I'm obsessed with Rusty Clanton, I saw his video with Dodie and kinda fell in love with him.

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