Michael:
"This is so stupid." Michael mumbles, watching as you spin around the room, hair billowing around you, giggles bouncing off the walls. "It’s not stupid." You argue, sticking your tongue out at him, "You just suck at dancing so you don’t want to do it." "Oh, shut up." He puffs, tossing a pillow at you. You halt, placing your hands on your hips, the extra fabric of his button up bunching up around your hips. "Stand up." You suddenly demand, reaching out for him, using all of your strength to simply pull him into a sitting position. "Why?" He whines, elongating the "y" but letting you tug him up nonetheless. "I’m gonna teach you how to dance so you stop your bitching." "I can’t." He groans. "You totally can." You scoff, but smile up at your boyfriend. "Just- give me your hands." With much reluctance he slides his palms against yours, fingers locking around each other. "Now, just… move your body." You instruct, starting by swaying your hips until he matches and then moving the rest of your body, giggling when the two of you get going. "See, not so bad, is it?" You ask, letting him spin you in circles, only stopping when the song changes, a small pause for both of you to catch your breath. "I look like a doofus." "But you’re making me happy." You tell him, knowing very well he won’t stop if it makes you happy, no matter how stupid he feels. "Just-one more song." You stick your bottom lip out, fluttering your lashes in your best attempt to pout. He sighs. "Fine. One more."
Ashton:
"Remind me again why I have to know how to dance." Ashton grumbles, holding your much smaller hands in his, feet firmly planted on the ground as an act of defiance. "It’s our wedding." You say for the up tenth time that evening. "You need to know how to dance." "But I’ll look like an idiot with two left feet no matter how much we practice." He complains. "Maybe. But we’ll already be married and I know you’re an idiot so it doesn’t really matter.” You smile, hushing him before he can whine again because of your teasing. “10 minutes? Please? For me?” You beg, knowing he can’t say no to you. He sighs. “Fine.” You smile, victorious once again, move on of his hands so it’s resting on your back, patting it down for extra measure, before placing your own hand on his shoulder. “And now all you have to do is move a little.” You inform him. “Like this?’ He asks, immediately gyrating his hips in attempt to throw you off the balance, his hips bumping against yours in a sporadic manner. “Ashton!" You try to scold, but end up giggling against your will. Digging your elbow into his side he stops his ministrations, quickly apologizing (although you can tell he’s really not sorry at all) and standing up straight. After a few more than 10 minutes (7 to be exact) and a few twirls you think Ashton has this thing down enough not to die during your first dance. "See this isn’t so bad." You murmur, pressing your body up against his. "Mmhhmm." He agrees. You swing in silence for a few moments, you being the one to break it upon a sudden realization. "Hey Ash?" "Yeah?" "You know your hand is on my ass right?" "Yeah.”
Calum:
"I cant believe you actually made it." You admit, gently resting your forehead against Calum’s, blocking out everybody else in the room besides your boyfriend. "I wouldn’t miss this for anything." He informs you, letting his fingers gently dig into your sides so he can pull you closer. "I’m really glad you didn’t." You sigh, nudging your nose against his. When you had invited him to your prom all those months ago you had no intention of him actually flying out to be with you. He was a busy guy, you understand that, and didn’t want to force him to make time for it. But last week you had gotten a call from him asking what color your dress was so he and Ashton could pick out a tie to go with it and that was that. "Your senior prom is a big deal." He smiles, pressing his full lips against your nose for a quick peck. "And I wouldn’t want this night to be anything but special." Usually, Calum isn’t too big on the sweet talk. Not that you mind, you’re all for an adventurous relationship filled with sarcastic remarks and great sex whenever possible, but right now in this moment you wouldn’t trade his soft smiles and equally tender words for anything. "It’s special because you’re here." You tell him, moving so your lips are aligned but an inch apart. "We could’ve taken pictures and then stayed home for all it matters." "Well, I certainly have a good time for you planned when we get back home." He winks, a sly smile stretching across his lips, Calum’s normal self making an appearance. "Can’t wait." You giggle before closing the gap and slotting your lips together.
Luke:
"I’m sorry this is how we have to spend our anniversary. Is this okay?" Luke sighs, crossed legged across from you on the living room floor. You smile over your cup, sipping at your drink as Luke bites into another slice of the oven pizza you two had made. "Definitely okay. It’s not your fault that we got stormed in." You smile, taking a bite of your own pizza. Due to extreme snow storms you and Luke had to cancel the dinner you had planned to celebrate your anniversary, That, paired with pajamas and soft music playing was enough for you. You’ve never been one to need lots of extravagance, and the fact that Luke was trying his hardest to salvage this date instead of simply rescheduling it made your heart warm. "I was hoping this would be a little bit more special than it is." He explains. You bite your lip, setting down your pizza, using your pajama pants to rub the crumbs off your hands. "You should know by now that I’m happy as long as I’m with you. Whether you’re in a suit and tie or sweatpants, I’ll take you however I can get you." He sits in silence for a few moments, the two of you simply smiling at each other. "Dance with me." He finally breaks the silence, mimicking your actions and wiping his hands off before standing and helping you up with him. And you’re brought back to your first date when he drug you into central park and forced you to dance with him under the street lamps. You wrap your arms around his neck, his large hands going to rest on your waist. "This is nice." You comment, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. "I am so in love with you." He whispers, his voice barely louder than the music playing. "And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And wake up to you every morning, and have your face be the last thing I see before I fall asleep at night. Are you okay with that?" You smile against his shoulder. "Yeah," You murmur, sinking against his body, "I"m definitely okay with that."
