5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Preference #9: In The Studio

Preference #9: In The Studio

Calum:

“Don’t forget to put these on,” you remind Cal, handing him a pair of headphones as he walks into the booth. He snatches them from you with a coy smile, then leans down to kiss the top of your head while you sit on the couch.

“What would I do without you?” he asks with a laugh as he slips the headphones on and walks into the booth. You smile and shake your head, giving him an exaggerated shrug through the glass on the front of the booth.

“Alright, man, whenever you’re ready,” Calum’s producer says into the microphone. He gives a thumbs up, and the instrumental to “Disconnected” starts to play. You gaze admiringly at Calum as he croons into the microphone, sounding flawless as always. He catches your eye and grins sweetly as he sings, “You are my getaway/You are my favorite place”. You giggle a little, blushing like crazy and hiding your face in your hands. After a little while, Cal exits the booth and flops onto the couch next to you.

“I’m exhausted, babe,” he groans as he lazily wraps an arm around you and puts you in a playful headlock. 

“You sounded incredible,” you answer, your voice muffled by his chest.

“I always sound better when my girl is here,” he answers simply, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. You start to smile like crazy and a blush crawls up your cheeks.

“I love you,” you murmur into his chest as you curl up even closer to Cal.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he responds as his lips linger in your hair.

Ashton:

Part of the reason that you and Ash are such a perfect couple is that you’re both amazing drummers. So when you come to the studio with Ash, it’s only natural that the two of you escape into a practice room and mess around on the drums. You sit down at a set and start to bang out the hook of “She Looks So Perfect”, totally getting lost in the song as you do. Ashton stands just behind you, watching you and humming to himself.

“You know, I helped write that song,” he announces over the thundering bass. When he speaks up, you stop playing, turn around, and smile back at him. 

“I know you did, babe,” you answer with a sweet grin.

"You know who I wrote it about, don't you?" he teases as he playfully flops into your lap.

"Who?" you ask, letting out a slight grunt under Ashton's weight on your tiny frame. You try to push him off you, but he pushes himself even harder into your lap, chuckling a little.

"You know!" he exclaims, laying his head back against your shoulder as he grins gleefully at you.

"Do I?" you joke, tickling his side a little. He shoots up off your lap, accidentally banging a cymbal on his way up. He tries to give you a nasty look, but he can't stop smiling for long enough to make himself look serious. He squats in front of you and grabs both of your hands in one of his much larger ones. 

"I wrote it about you," he answers with a smile as he leans up and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

Michael:

You walk up to an intimidatingly large building in New York City, then glance down at the address Michael texted you again, biting your lip nervously. You balance your stack of pizza boxes on one arm and push the call button on the speaker outside the door.

"Yes?" a woman's voice crackles through the speaker. 

"Umm... I'm looking for Michael Clifford," you stammer back. 

"I'm sorry, I can't allow any unauthorized people into the studio," she replies sharply.

"I'm his gi-" you begin, but you're cut off by the woman again.

"Sorry, no fangirls allowed," she answers, her voice dripping with sarcasm. You're quite shy as it is, but at this point, you're nearly in tears. Your phone vibrates and you unlock the screen. You alright babe? Michael has texted you. No, they won't let me in you answer, pacing around nervously as a few tears roll down your cheeks. Moments later, Michael flies through the glass doors onto the sidewalk.

"Babe! Are you alright?" Michael asks as soon as he sees you crying. You shrug and smile a little, smearing your tears away with your free hand. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just...You know me, I'm so shy," you answer as he wraps his arms around you.

"I'm sorry she was so rude to you, babe. Now, come on, let's get you upstairs before the pizza gets cold," he says as he wraps an arm around you and escorts you into the building.

Luke:

"Are you sure this is allowed?" you ask with a nervous smile as Luke presses a pair of headphones into your hands.

"Positive. And if we get in trouble, I promise I'll take the blame," he replies with a confident smile. He pecks your lips, then shoves you into the booth. "Now go! I want to listen to you sing!" he exclaims. You giggle shyly as you put on the headphones and close the door behind you. You peer through the glass at Luke as you step up to the microphone. He gives you a wide smile before looking back down at the soundboard. He adjusts a few dials before finally pressing a button that sends the backing track for your vocals through the headphones. You take a deep breath just before belting out the lyrics to Sam Smith's "Lay Me Down". After singing the last note, you laugh in disbelief as you make eye contact with Luke, whose jaw has totally dropped. You slide the headphones down around your neck and swing open the door to the booth.

"So..." you begin gingerly, poking your head out of the booth and glancing at Luke, "...what did you think?" Luke stands up and sweeps you into his arms, twirling you around the studio.

"(Y/N)! You're amazing!" he yells as he places you back down on the ground. He grabs your face in his hands and gives you a breathless grin. "I mean, I knew you were at least alright, you know? And I just wanted something to listen to while I'm on tour, but holy shit! You knocked my socks off!"

"Rock Out With Your Socks Out," you tease, giggling as you hug him. Luke grabs a CD that pops out of a nearby computer and offers it to you along with a permanent marker. 

"Would the artist please sign her work?" he asks with mock reverence. You shake your head, blushing as you write your name with a heart on the CD. Luke kisses your cheek and slides the CD into an envelope. "It's a keeper," he adds with a smile.

a/n: hi friends! i am so so so sooooo sorry that i haven't updated in so long! i really hope you all enjoy this preference. i'm going to get back into updating way more regularly! in case you wanted it, here's a link to sam smith's song "lay me down": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVJcLcuQdOw . it's an absolutely STUNNING song, and i've been totally jamming to it lately. well not really jamming because it's a little slow, but still. love it. if anyone has any requests, please let me know! i hope you're all having a lovely monday :) xo abbey