5SOS preferences

Sad Song: We The Kings featuring Elena Coats

Ashton:

So stop time right here in the moonlight,

Cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes

“Oh Ashton,” you whisper in your hospital bed.

He grips your hand tightly, sobs erupting from his body.

“Don’t ever close your eyes, oh my God Y/N don’t you dare. Jace and I need you, and I know you’re losing too much blood but we can’t lose you,” he pleads.

“I wish time would stop. I want to spend time with you and our son, not die from having him,” you sigh, glancing out the window at the moon.

Your body feels lighter and weaker.

Ashton’s sobs fade as you close your eyes.

Calum:

With you,

I’m alive,

Like all the missing pieces of my heart that finally collide

Your heart clenches as you walk into the club, spotting your ex-boyfriend Calum sitting at a table with his three best friends.

His eyes catch yours as your friends drag you to a table.

“We’re going to go dance, wanna come?” Shannon yells in your ear, motioning to the dance floor.

You shake your head and they leave, frustrated with your glum (A/N: why does that word crack me up) mood.

“It’s been a while,” a voice suddenly says.

Calum slides into the booth seat across from you.

“Two months,” you confirm.

Calum suddenly brightens your mood up.

He’s always done that.

And it seems like all the pieces of your heart collide to be together again.

 

Luke:

Without you,

I feel broke,

Like I’m half of a whole,

Without you I’ve got no hand to hold

You lay on your bed, thinking about all the moments you and your ex-boyfriend Luke had together.

You feel broken.

You feel like you’re just a half of a whole, like he ripped your heart in half.

You stare at your hand, clenching it and unclenching it.

He thought you were too good for him.

Too bad it was the opposite.

Michael:

With you I’m a beautiful mess,

It’s like we’re standing hand in hand,

With all our fears up on the edge

You stand on the roof of your house next to your boyfriend Michael at two A.M., your hair a mess from sleep.

You got an idea in your sleep that you and Michael had children, but your daughter told you she hated you every day.

So you woke him up, and you both wrote a letter of your fears.

Now you’re on the roof, the papers in your empty hands.

“Once we let go of these papers, Mikey, our fears are gone,” you whisper, looking out at the stars.

You can feel his gaze on you.

“Good.”

The papers flutter from your hands, and the two of you watch as they fly away.

You turn to each other, burying each other in a hug.

“Now will you have kids with me?” Michael asks.

“Yes.”