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Flirting Fails

Flirting Fails (Requested by callmearinoelle)

A/N: Hello! I'm back and have almost finished high school! Reminding you all I do not take imagine requests, only preference requests. (Through messages, not comments). But you may comment questions! I'll choose five and answer them in my next update's Question Time. Love you all.

Ashton:

Your best friend Calum had invited you again to another one of the band's recording sessions. As always, his friend Ashton couldn't keep his eyes off you. In fact, his flirting was become less and less subtle by the minute. You couldn't help but continue taking short glances in his direction. Every time you did, he'd give you a cheeky grin or a wink. You were surprised that none of the other guys had noticed yet. "Okay, that's a wrap for today!" The sound producer called. They emerged from the sound booth, Ashton immediately heading in your direction. You gulped. Sure you'd spoken before - in a group setting. This time he was determined to speak with you alone. You stood up, "you guys were great," you told him. He smiled, showing off his dimples, "you were great, too," he blushed. You furrowed your eyebrows, "I was just sitting here," you mumbled. "No I mean, I mean you look great, I mean, you're great, just in general," he stopped himself. You smirked. "Is that your attempt at flirting?" You asked. His eyes widened, "no!" You raised your eyebrows at him. "Yes... Yes, I'm trying, I'm usually better at this," he scratched the back of his neck. "Better at what?" Calum jumped in, looking between the both of you expectantly. "Nothing!" Ashton answered, far too quickly. "I'm gonna, I need, I'm gonna talk to Michael," Ashton turned around on his heels, cheeks a rosy pink. You turned to Calum, "your band mate needs lessons in flirting."

Calum:

"Guys, leave me alone," Calum pouted. Ever since he let it slip about his little crush on you, his mates would not shut up. "Go on, Cal, how long are you gonna keep pining over this chick?" Michael teased. "As long as I want, leave me alone," he grumbled. The truth was that he was terrified. He wanted nothing more than to walk up to you and start a chat, but he knew his nerves would get the better of him. "This is honestly sad, Calum, just go," Ashton tried to persuade him. The loud music thumping in his eardrums and constant pestering from his friends was too much to handle. He jumped off the counter, marching towards the drinks to escape. That was, until, he bumped into you. "Sorry!" You smiled at him. His jaw dropped slightly. "H-hey, Y/N," he mirrored your smile. "Calum, right?" You asked, taking a sip of your drink. "Yeah! I, uh," he took a look back at his friends, who were giving him thumbs ups. "Actually wanted to talk to you," his face flushed when he realised he actually had no idea what he wanted to say. "Mhmm?" His mind filed through the list of pick up lines it'd stored. "I'm not a photographer," he started. You furrowed your brows. "But I can picture you and I together," he smiled, eyes crinkling in the corners. You chuckled, "okay, so that was terrible. But you're pretty cute, so I'll accept it," you smirked. "You... you think I'm cute? I think you're cute! I think you're pretty as, pretty as hell," he rambled. You blushed. Awkwardness was surprisingly adorable on him, and you found yourself talking to him the whole night.

Luke:

It'd been weeks. Weeks of sitting next to this cute boy at the bus stop every morning. Both of you were too afraid to make the first move. That was, until, he heard your favourite band playing through your earphones. He decided this was the perfect opportunity. "I love them," he said quietly. You took out your earphones, "sorry?" You asked. "I love them," he gestured to your phone. "I can, I can hear your music," he chuckled. "Oh!" You realised how loud it was. You turned it down, and the atmosphere became silent once again. You saw him bite on his lip ring from the corner of your eye. Luke struggled to conjure up more words to say. "I like your hair!" He blurted out, almost too loudly. You looked up at him and saw a pair of piercing blue eyes. "It's really shiny," he added, biting his lip in immediate regret of his words. You laughed quietly. "I like your hair too," you raised your hand and ruffled his fringe. His heart was racing faster than a hummingbird's. "I'm Y/N," you told him. His eyes lit up, "That's a pretty name!" He smiled, making your heart flutter. "Pretty name for a pretty girl," he added, making your eyes widen. He panicked, "with a pretty... taste in music, and," he searched his mind for words, but he was drawing a blank. "I'm Luke," he held out his hand. You couldn't believe how adorable this guy was, "nice to meet you, Luke."

Michael:

"Hey there, gorgeous," Michael was leaning against your locker again. "Move it," you smiled, he was cocky, but you admired his persistence. He raised his hands in defence, "whatever you say, princess," he stepped backwards. Spinning your combination, you sighed, retrieving your bag from your locker. When he elicited no response, he continued. "Any plans?" He asked. "Involving me, preferably?" You laughed sarcastically. "Library, you're free to join me. Only if you promise to stop annoying me," you raised your eyebrows at him. "Cross my heart. As long as we'll be at the back, you know, not reading books," he followed closely behind you. "In your dreams, Clifford," you responded nonchalantly. "Yours too, right?" You rolled your eyes. You entered the library, pulling your laptop out as you took a seat. "So..." He leaned over a rolling chair opposite you, and yelped when it gave way. You couldn't help but burst out laughing as he stumbled onto the floor, earning a few shushes from those around you. You peeked underneath the table to see him staring up at you, his cheeks almost matching the red of his lips. "Pretty smooth, Mikey," you taunted. He paused for a moment. "I realise I just fell, but you'll be the one falling for me soon," he winked. "You never stop, do you?"

A/N: hehe oh god Michael. Make sure to message me some cool requests, and comment some questions down below - the weirder the better. Love you to the moon and back!