5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

He Packs For Tour

A/N:

I feel like I haven't written a simple preference in ages, so I found this old unfinished thing in my draft and finished it :)

Luke:

"Y/N could you get me my white dead t shirt, I think it's in the washing room!" Luke yelled for probably the fifth time since he had headed upstairs to pack his suitcase and you rolled your eyes and smacked the magazine in your hand harshly on the couch next to you again. "It's like all of your packing stuff is down here!" You exclaimed while rolling your eyes, heading towards your washing room and as he had predicted, the dirty tee was resting nicely in the basket with other dirty laundry. You grabbed the shirt and headed back towards the stairs, walking up to your master bedroom and stopped in track to lean against the doorframe and you crossed your arms and looked at him sitting on the floor. Luke was sitting cross-legged in front of yet another one of his many piles that filled your whole bedroom, his bathroom supplies on the bed, piles of clothes almost covering your whole carpet but it will still organized. After so many times with touring and Liz constantly lecturing him about how the things should be packed, he had gotten used to the way he was doing it. "You're the best girlfriend ever, did you know that?" He said through his massive smile and he collected himself to stand up in front of you, but that was when he noticed your almost devastated expression. "What's wrong?" He asked seriously and worried, placing his arms around your shoulder. "I just think the realization of you leaving tomorrow became real." Luke frowned by your words and took a look around the room. In less than 12 hours he would be sitting in an airplane, away from you and away from everything here in Sydney for 6 months once again. "I just fear the miss is going to be too much. Not having you by my side." You mumbled into his chest while Luke leaned his head against yours and bit his lip in thought. Luke loosened his arms from you when an idea landed in his head and you watched him closely when he grabbed the t shirt out from your hands and placed it on your bed before grabbing his cologne and started to spray it all over the shirt. He smiled satisfied when he finished and threw the cologne back in the pile with other bathroom stuff before turning around with the t shirt and walked back to you. You watched him shyly as he moved the shirt over your head and pulled it through your arms and you looked up at him with curious eyes. "Weren't you supposed to bring this along with you?" You asked confused, yet you didn't want to take the shirt of you, it was warm, big and smelled so much of Luke it was resistible. "I'd rather have you wearing it every single day until I'm back." He mumbled into your hair while wrapping his arms around you and you buried your face into his chest, and after the hug helped him packing the last things.

Calum:

"Y/N?" Calum yelled confused, his eyes glancing to the left and the right while he walked around mindlessly in the kitchen, trying to find you but it seemed pointless. He had headed down to the local store to get a few toilet supplements for his suitcase while you were supposed to continue his packing, but when he came back you were nowhere to be seen. He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room but when you weren't there another confused expression hit his face. He furrowed his eyebrows and headed up the stairs, taking a look into the office room but now he was growing impatient. The last room he hadn't checked was your shared bedroom and when he walked inside his eyes widened by the mess in front of him. Every single piece of clothes he had packed in the suitcase was now scattered everywhere on the dresser, the bed and the floor, which made his eyebrow furrow even more. "Y/N?" He asked confused and looked around the room, and when his eyes landed on the moving suitcase he crossed his arms smirking. "Y/N, what are you doing in my suitcase?" "I'm going with you." You yelled and opened it, your head popping up and your hair a mess from being crowded into the small area. He laughed softly by your words and took a seat down on the bed. "What about your clothes?" He asked, and you only shook your head with a teasing smile. "You won't need any." "So I'm gonna be walking around on stage naked?" "I don't think your fans would complain to that." He laughed by your joke and you sat up straight in his suitcase, a small pout coming to your face by the thought of him leaving. "Isn't it worth it walking around naked for my sake?" Calum shook his head and flashed a bright smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll leave that to when you come visit me at the tour and we'll do quickies backstage." Your eyes widened by his statement and he laughed harshly by your reaction. "But please, let's start out by packing all the stuff into my suitcase again. You don't know how much I spent on doing this, did you?" You shook your head trying to hide your blushing cheeks. Honestly, it had looked like Calum really did something to pack everything in the right order and to have you pull all his shit out again must have been a pain in the ass. "I'll help you okay." You stood up from the suitcase and started to make different piles, redoing everything he had been doing for hours, and he watched you with a smile and crossed arms as you paced back and forth to clean up the mess you had done. He walked forward and cupped your cheeks with his hand to make you stop, and he placed a lingering kiss to your lips. "You have no idea how much I'm gonna miss you and your weird ideas to make me smile."