Calum:
You had joined them on their European tour, to get a taste of their lifestyle and just to spend time with your boyfriend, really. Your ability to speak German was something you didn’t really tell many people, even though you were fluent in the language, and could easily live there. Cal had taken you to a small cafe in Germany, during an off day, not realizing that the cafe wasn’t one for tourists, and the staff that were working that day all weren’t great at English.
"Es ist in ordnung, ich kann Deutsch sprechen."
When you stepped in, deciding to break down the language barrier and make things easier, Cal stared at you in shock. You tried to hold in your laughter at the expression on his face.
"So… what do you want to eat?" You asked him. He gave you his order and then you told the waitress both of your orders.
"That’s kinda hot, actually." Cal smirked, making you roll your eyes. After that, he’d ask you how to say random phrases or translate some lyrics into German.
Ashton:
You had an unusual skill - the ability to read and speak Latin. Not really that unusual for you, as a person who had studied Ancient Languages at University for a year as part of your Mythology course. Latin was probably your strongest of all the ancient languages, though.
Visiting your home town, you decided to take Ash to a local museum, where you’d go as a kid - the place which sparked your interest in mythology and such. He loved it; loved seeing how happy you were, how excited you were at the paintings and sculptures. There was one that he actually really liked, and you had both stopped to look at it, his arm around your waist.
"Saviour of the people." You translated the phrase without thinking.
"What do you mean?" Ash looked at you, confused.
"Salvator populi. It means ‘saviour of the people’ in Latin." You began to blush.
"How do you know that?!" Ashton exclaimed, earning a disproving look from an older couple.
"Oh, part of my Mythology course is Ancient Languages. I studied it most of last year… it’s not something you really forget." You shrugged it off.
"My girlfriend is smart, damn.”
Michael:
As a child, you visited relatives in Italy a lot, and spending time with them meant you picked up the language. Even when you were older, you put effort into becoming fluent in it, to help communicate with your family better.
Since you didn’t need to use it much, you tended not to tell anyone about it.
It was a typical lazy day off for you and Michael, lounging in the tour bus, just talking.
"I wish I could speak more languages." He sighed from you lap, where he was sprawled across it, like a sleepy kitten.
"You’d think you would pick some of it up." You teased. "It’s not too hard."
"Alright Mrs-It’s-Not-Too-Hard, if it’s that easy, why don’t you speak another language?"
"Va bene allora, parlerò un’altra lingua.”
The look on his face was priceless, and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"Since when do you speak - uh -" He tried to think of the language.
"Italian." You answered. "I learned from when I was 4 or 5, but I became fluent at about 12."
"Sexy." He wriggled his eyebrows and you punched him playfully. Typical boy.
Luke:
After his touring, and some family time, Luke decided to take you on a one week holiday, refusing to tell you where you were going. You didn’t mind, in all honesty, just spending a week with him was all you wanted.
Of course, you found out when you were about to board. Turkey.
"Oh my God, I love Turkey. The country. But the meat is pretty cool too." You had to laugh at your stupid joke, along with Luke.
"That was an awful joke." He chuckled, rolling his eyes. "So, you excited?"
"Hell yeah! Ben Türkiye’ye gitmeyi seviyorum!" You grinned, and Luke’s eyes widened.
"What does that even mean?"
"It’s Turkish for ‘I love going to Turkey’." You reply, stilling grinning. "Oh, I forgot to say I took a course on Turkish at college. Seemed unusual and I guess it’s gonna come in handy." You laughed.
"At least one of us is smart." He joked.
"Shut up, you’re plenty smart… idiot." You nudged him.
"Jerk."
