Credit (oneletterandathousandwords)
Ashton: Even though it is late you start yet another movie in the darkness of your living room because you don't have work tomorrow and you are bored. Besides that you also can't sleep although you are tired and try to get so bored that you will be barely able to go back to your bed. So maybe a horror movie isn't a good idea at all when you suddenly hear something coming from the front door. You stop the movie and huff out a breath. "Go to sleep,Y/N. You're already imagining things," you tell yourself and get up but when you hear something again, you squeak and listen closely. You hear how the front door opens and hide behind a closet. Someone walks in, grunting at something heavy in their hands and your heart is beating so loud you are afraid the burglar might hear it. Relax, you think, you can do this. Since you have nothing in your hands and there is also nothing close to you that you can use as a weapon. You decide to attack the burglar with your bare hands and outsmart him in some way, hoping he isn't strong at all. The burglar crouches down next to the rectangular thing he brought with himself and you decide that this is it. You get scared but there is no come back now and jump on the burglar's back with a scream, surprising him. He lands on the floor, protecting himself with his arms from your blows and you stop once you recognise the voice. You get up and turn on the light, seeing Ashton laying on the floor. "What the hell, Y/N?" he whines, rubbing his arms. "That's not my fault. I didn't know you were coming," you protest. "Well, I thought surprising you was a good idea, but apparently it isn't." Ashton pouts. "Not in the middle of the night! I thought you were a burglar," you explain. "Well, I'm not. And by the way your punches were weak as hell. A real burglar would have overpowered you in no time. I advise you to use something else." You gape at him and say. "Oh I'm gonna punch the hell out of you." You attack Ashton again, straddling him where he is still sitting on the floor and start hitting him playfully. In no time he has flipped you underneath him, your arms pinned to the floor, and is kissing the hell out of you.
Michael: You're not someone who is scared of storms and thunders but actually someone who likes to watch scary stuff during one - which is exactly what you are doing tonight. Michael isn't home, out with the boys and you are done with your work and decide to watch a horror movie, the thunder outside the perfect setting for it. Popcorn bowl and drink on the table, phone and remote next to you and you hidden in a comfy blanket, you are ready to start. Halfway through when the storm gets worse and you wonder about how the boys are, you somewhat regret starting the horror movie but tell yourself that you can do this. You watch the rest of the movie with your face hidden underneath the blanket during the scary parts and when the movie finishes it is already past midnight. You go to bed because you have work tomorrow although Michael still isn't home but tell yourself not to worry. Changing and switching off all the lights, you crawl under your blanket and hide in there as if it is monster proof. You try your hardest to fall asleep but being scared isn't a good condition to be in when you want to sleep. It also doesn't help that after a while you hear some noises coming from outside your room. First it is so quiet that you think you imagined it but the next time you hear something you are sure you did. You squeal quietly into your pillow, hoping to leave some of your fear there, and get up to look what is happening. Of course this is exactly what happens in horror movies, you think, but you can't just sit in your room and wait for a monster to come for you. On your way to the noise you walk past the kitchen and take the pan that is on top of the counter in your hands. You follow the noise to the bathroom and when you put your hand on the handle, you inhale and exhale deeply and open the door. First you can't make out anything in the dark of the bathroom but then you see a dark shadow crawling in through the window and scream loudly. The shadow lands on the floor with a loud thud and lets out a curse and you scream again. "Y/N, OH MY GOD. STOP SCREAMING," the shadow yells and you do, switching on the light of the bathroom. On the floor is a wet Michael, who is rubbing his shoulder. "WHY are sneaking in your own bathroom through a window?" you ask, still in shock. "Because I forgot my keys and didn't want to wake you up," he says irritated. When his eyes land on the pan in your hands he asks, sounding disbelieving. "Did you want to beat me up with a pan?" "I didn't find anything else that fast," you defend yourself and then say after kicking him softly. "Don't you ever scare me like that again."Michael gets up from the floor and hugs you. "I'm sorry." "Ew, Michael you're wet," you say, pushing him away. "Hey do you ever hear me complain when you're wet?" You raise the pan to hit him but he takes it out of your hand easily and runs after you into your bedroom.
Calum: You yawn loudly in the dark of your room and type a reply to Calum. Tomorrow he will be going back on tour for two months and you wanted to spend the night at his, but since your parents aren't here you have to babysit your younger siblings and can't take them with you to Calum's. So you have to satisfy yourself with messages that can't show how much you will really miss him. It's two in the morning and you can barely keep your eyes open, so you sadly tell Calum goodbye for now because you have to get up early if you want to go to the airport with him. You fall asleep before you can read Calum's protest. You wake up to a loud thud and hushed cursing when it's still dark outside. At first you are disoriented, eyes heavy with sleep and it takes you the person sitting up by your window that you realize that something is completely wrong with the whole situation. "You should get out as fast as you can before I call the police," you warn the person loudly and sit up, reaching for the lamp on your nightstand. "What?" the person whispers and crawls in your direction, scaring you and you let out a loud scream. The person pins you to your bed although you try to put up a fight and puts a hand on your mouth, muffling your scream. "Y/N, shut up, it's just me," the person whisper yells and you stop screaming once you recognize the voice. You close your eyes when suddenly the light in your room gets on and blends you. "What is going on here?" your sixteen your old brother asks, baseball bat in his hand. When he sees Calum sitting on top of you, his stance changes to an aggressive one. You push Calum off of you, him landing on the floor, and walk to your eleven year older brother hiding behind the other. "Aww. sorry, I scared you. I'm fine," you assure and hug the youngest brother."And he wasn't forcing himself on you?" the older brother out of the two asks and you shake your head. "Just make sure to never sneak into your girlfriend's room unannounced." Your brother makes a comment about how he is only going to sneak into his boyfriend's room and takes the other to bed. You glare at Calum after they leave and sit on your bed. "Your brother is intimidating," Calum says, sitting next you. "Why did you come here?" "I actually never came here but we can change that." Calum wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you roll your eyes at his lame attempt to make a dirty joke. "Calum." "I didn't want to say goodbye, and when I asked if I should come over you didn't answer so I just did because I am needy for your attention," Calum explains and sits behind you, putting his arms around you. You smile and shake your head. "Let's just go to bed. We have to wake up early tomorrow." You turn off the light and go to bed next to Calum.
Luke: You wake up in the middle of the night, sprawled over the bed and sigh. You turn on your other side and want to go back to sleep again but a noise from downstairs catches your attention and you stop breathing in order to hear something clearer. When there is a noise again you sit up scared, your heart beating faster. You whimper quietly when you think of a thief and would love to hide in your room but remember the golden clock of your grandma downstairs and huff. That is the only thing your grandmother left you and just now you realize how dumb it is to leave it so in the open and regret it. But you don't want the clock the get stolen so you get up and brace yourself. "Thoughen up," you tell yourself and grab the umbrella in the corner of your room. You go downstairs as quiet a possible, see how the light of your kitchen gets switched off and suppress a whimper. You inhale deeply and walk down the last steps, barely seeing anything in the dark and when someone suddenly speaks up right next to you, you scream and hit the person with your umbrella. Something falls to the floor and you hear the person exclaim. "Ow, Y/N! What the hell?" You switch on the light and see Luke rubbing the back of his head, you guess where you hit him, and pouting at the sandwich and broken plate on the ground. You are so used to being alone at the majority of the year that you noticed many times how you sometimes forget that Luke is at home with you. So sometimes when you come home you are surprised momentarily as to why the TV is on or the light or why there are noises coming from the kitchen but remember immediately. "Oh my god, baby. I'm so sorry," you apologize, walking over instantly and hug him. "Why'd you do that?" he asks and wraps his arms around your waist. "You scared me and I thought you were a burglar." "Am not. I was hungry." You coo at his poutiness and how offended he sounds and promise him to make him a new sandwich. "Nah, I know a different way for you to make it up to me," he says cockily with a wink, picking you up in his arms.
----
FLY AWAY IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SONG ASDFGHJKL
AND FOR THOSE WHO WATCH PLL: I WISH -A WAS WREN AND BLACK WIDOW AND RED COAT WERE ANYONE ELSE BUT SARA
AND TEEN WOLF: THEO GET UR SHIT TOGETHER BC SCILES IS LIFE DONT U DARE RUIN IT
-Kelly (who's got no chill atm)