Ashton: He was scared. What if something went wrong? What if something went so terribly wrong that going back to being friends wasn’t even an option? There was such a grey area in going from friends to relationship. The only comfort that could come in was you. Your smile was assuring that maybe it wouldn’t be so terribly wrong that things couldn’t be fixed. Your touch calmed him; your hands gently tugging at his showed you wanted this. All you both needed to do were take it slow, and ride it out until the end.
Michael: It was odd, really for the two of you to go from best friends to boyfriend/girlfriend. It was odd for him to realize that his hugs meant more, that your kisses meant more. He loved it, don’t get him wrong, but now it was different. He knew everything about you; he had spent the past two years learning that. Now though, he felt like he needed to prove himself to you, not that he needed too. Everything that he’d done had been perfect and he was the perfect boyfriend. It just took some getting used to whenever you needed a hoodie and asked for his from him not to be a sarcastic dick like he was when you were friends.
Calum: All his life he had seen you as a sister, a cool sister, but a sister nonetheless. This whole dating idea between you two was a lot to take in. You both were now aloud to sleep in the same bed while being naked. For him, he couldn’t get over the image of you as his sister while he stared down at your naked body, while you stared up at him trying not to laugh. This was Calum, big, goofy, stupid Calum and you were going to have sex with him. The giggles kept falling causing Calum to look relieved. “Someday I will make love to you, I just need to get used to being naked around you first. “ you nodded slightly relieved yourself.
Luke: It was awkward at first. He didn’t know how to approach the pda side of things. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he could finally hold your hand and kiss you. Every time he would go to make a move, he’d stop, recoil his hand, not wanting to seem clingy or disrespectful. You’d always have to reassure him that it was okay, that you wanted to hold his hand just as much as he wanted to hold yours. He’d end up slipping his hand in between your fingers, swinging them along, while kissing your cheek.
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5 Seconds of Summer Preferences
RandomI used to write these a lot, then I didn't, now I might. There is no particular order the boys are listed. No imagines. Requests are open.
