Calum:
You nervously sipped the water from your glass, your eyes never leaving your father and Calum. You were all seated in your parent’s living room, Calum sitting awkwardly on the sofa diagonally from yours and your father in the love seat. Your fathers eyes narrowed, looking coldly at your boyfriend across the room. He took steady sips from his whiskey glass, glancing away to set down his drink loudly on the table. Calum flinched at the sudden noise, quickly trying to keep his cool by fiddling his fingers rested in his lap. “So,” your father started, trying to make small talk, “How long have you been dating for?” “Four and a half months, sir.” Calum blurted, your dad shooting you a displeasing look. “Nearly five months and you haven’t brought him home until now?” your father scoffed, shaking his head slightly. “We would have come earlier, but my band has been touring.” Calum murmured, lowering his eyes down to the carpeted floor. Your father half-grinned, intrigued by his job a such a young age. “You’re in a band, ey?” he smirked, taking another sip of his alcohol. “Aren’t you rockstars supposed to be druggies, fucking every pretty girl you meet.” he questioned, making it sound more like a fact. “Dad!” you gasped, your mouth agape. “No- it’s okay Y/N.” Calum said quietly, “I understand why you might think that, sir. But honestly, that’s just a stereotype. I will never hurt your daughter like that.” Your father squinted slightly, nodding to himself as he processed your boyfriends objection. “Well, take good care of her, son. Or else you’ll be dealing with me.” “Don’t worry- I will.” Calum grinned, sneaking you a wink.
Ashton:
"I think I feel sick." Ashton whined, pressing his hand to his stomach. It was time for him to meet your parents; you’ve never seen him so nervous. "What if they don’t like me? What if they think i’m-" "Stop, they’ll love you." you intervened, intertwining your fingers with his. Your other hand rang the doorbell, Ashton’s hand simultaneously tightening in your grasp. Several seconds later you heard footsteps travel in the house, the doorknob jingling as the door was swung open. Your mother bursted into a smile, stepping aside to let you both in. "You must be Y/N’s boyfriend-" "Ashton." he answered for her, shaking her hand gingerly. A surprised look crossed her face, shooting you a smile you couldn’t comprehend. "You’re quite tall." she commented, taking a step back to take in his full appearance. He let out a hearty laugh, his deep hazel eyes scanning his body. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." "And you’re Australian, I see." your mom exclaimed, giving you a confused look as you had never told her much about your boyfriend. "Yes ma’am." Ashton smiled, his eyes flickering from you to your mother. You blushed deeply; you were never one of those girls who were close with your parents. "Such a gentleman- much better than your last boyfriend." she laughed, sending you into complete embarrassment. "Mom!" you whined, burying your face into the pit of your hands. You heard Ashton let out a chuckle, his arm draping around your shoulder for support. She began to give him a tour of the house, sharing mortifying secrets from your past as she went from room to room. Ashton would smirk down at you, knowing he’ll this against you for the rest of your life.
Luke:
You rested your chin in your hand, your arm lazily propped up on the table in boredom. Rolling around the tomato in your salad with a fork, you sighed deeply as everyone was finishing their dinner. You were snapped out of your daze as your father cleared his throat, glancing from you to Luke sitting across from you. “So, you don’t talk much do you.” your father assumed, referring to your boyfriend wallowing in embarrassment. “He’s just come back from a flight, Dad. Give him a break.” you snapped, also a little tired from driving to and from the airport. Your mother sat quietly in her seat, trying to shake of her husbands rude comment. “I heard you’re quite good at the guitar.” your mom sweetly pipped, trying to change the mood. “Yeah, i’ve been playing for a long time now.” Luke weakly smiled, glancing from face to face. Your mother swooned, finishing off her chicken. “You know, Y/F/N used to play! Why don’t you go get the guitar?” she grinned, giving your dad a glare when he looked hesitant. He drew out a deep breath, pulling out his chair to venture into the other room. “Mom, I don’t think Luke wants to play. He’s had a long day and-” “It’s okay, babe. I don’t mind.” Luke assures the two of you, sending out a comforting smile. You shrug softly, feeling a little guilty for your boyfriend. You’re sure he doesn’t want to play for them, but it’s only polite. “Here we are.” your father grunts, handing an old guitar to Luke. He thanks your dad quietly before scooting out his seat for room, tuning the strings and resting the instrument on his lap. Luke strummed the strings softly before playing a sweet tune, his fingers gliding down the strings at a constant pace. You couldn’t help but notice the grin on both your parents faces- music was a huge part of their life. It was only a matter of time before Luke became a part of their life too.
Michael:
You stood up on your tippy-toes, staring at the faces of dozens of people mindlessly chattering. Your parents were throwing a Christmas party, and you took that as a chance for Michael to finally meet your parents. He was a little hesitant, knowing how close you are with your relatives- your mom especially. He didn’t want to risk messing up, coming off as some idiot who doesn’t deserve you. But, after days of constant pleading, he caved in. Your eyes flickered from face to face until you spotting your mom waving from across the room, motioning you over. You smiled to Michael, starting to weave your way through the crowd of visitors. You felt his hand glide up to your waist, holding on to you protectively as you both made way to the other side of the room. You heard him curse under his breath as your mother came into view, drawing you in for a warm hug. Her smile brightened as she caught sight of your boyfriend, Michael, also pulling him into her embrace. He sent you a nervous look, awkwardly wrapping his arms around her back. “You must be Michael!” she said as enthusiastically as she could, a little worn out from the party. He nodded gingerly, sending her a half-smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you- is it true that you’re in a band?” she asked, her eyes flickering from you to Michael. “Y/N always told me she wanted to date a musician.” “Did she now?” Michael smirked, “She never told me that..” he commented, cocking his head to the side. “Oh, yes. Y/N has always been a big One Direction fan, she loved Louis especially.” Your eyes shot wide- you rarely told her about Michael. And mentioning that he was on tour with One Direction was not something that ever came up. “Are you serious?” Michael laughed, a humorous smile on his lips. “Are you kidding? You should see her room, it has posters and-” “Mom! Stop it!” you screeched, your mouth agape. He was never supposed to know about that. She shot you a confused look, glancing from Michael to you. “What?” she asked, a little startled from your yelling. “My band was on tour with One Direction, ma’am.” Michael informed her, a dumbstruck expression plastered on her face. “Oh, I see.” she said quietly. “Oh, would you look at the time? I need to go check on the food, it should be done by now.” your mother rushes, obviously leaving on purpose to escape the awkwardness. You watched as she hurriedly scurried away, making her way to the kitchen. Damn it. “So, Louis ey?” Michael grins cheekily, crossing his arms over his chest. “That was two years ago.” you assured him, trying to make the situation better. “And you had posters? I need to see your room now.” he chuckles, raising one eyebrow. You blushed furiously, digging your face into his chest shyly. He laughed deeply, wrapping his arms around your back. “Please don’t tell them- for me?” you squeaked, knowing how much people would tease you if they knew. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” he assures you, pressing his lips to your forehead. You grinned against his chest, peering up into his green eyes softly. “So.. why Louis?” he jokes, your hand batting his chest.
