Calum:
"Where do these mistletoes go?" Calum asked, walking in the room with six mistletoes.
"Anywhere that's high up. If Luke walks into it, it's not tall enough." You answered. You just finished placing green and red streamers around the house. You turned around and saw all the remaining things to get decorated. You groaned and fell to the floor.
"Honey, I'm tired too. But that's what we get when we decorate two days before Christmas!" Calum scolded.
"I am beyond exhausted. Women can't process with limited energy." You tried to theorize.
"So do men. But I'm trying my hardest. Come on, Y/N. Teamwork!" He said, pulling you up. "I can't reach high spots so help me, please?"
When you agreed, he squatted in front of you. You chuckled and jumped onto his shoulders. He carried you up and you walked to high spots of the roof.
"Here, Cal!" You said, pointing to a certain spot. After parking in the perfect spot, he passed a mistletoe to you. You tied it up and he brought you down.
"One down, five to go." He sighed.
"Then why did you put me down?!" You exaggerated. "You know I have trust issues when I have to get on someone."
He shook his head and chuckled. "Your exaggeration." He rolled his eyes.
"I don't like you. Bring me up again." You said, pushing his shoulders down. He squatted again and you got up on his shoulders again. "Now off to another spot."
Ashton:
You sighed and looked over the whole house. The only thing left undecorated is your Christmas tree.
"Ashton!" You screamed.
"What?!" He screamed back.
"Christmas tree time!!" You didn't finish your sentence yet he came running towards you with a box of decorations. You laughed and rolled your eyes.
"I have many many stuffs to be put on that fake tree, my dear." He declared, staring at you with large eyes.
You chuckled. "Let's sit and you put the box in between us."
You two sat cross-legged and sat the box in between you two. Littering the ends with snowflakes, circling with streamers, everything was perfect. Then your butt ruined everything.
"Ash, I'm pooping." You said, running to the bathroom with flailing arms. You did your thang that took surprisingly long and walked out. "I'm done!"
Strangely, there was no response. What is this? You called Ashton's name a few times but he didn't respond once. Walking to where you were before, you gasped and covered your mouth. Your eyes welled up with tears.
"Ash," You said breathlessly. "Oh my God, Ash..."
He was down on one knee while the tree was covered in pictures of you two. The three boys stood behind him in suits. Tears of joy streaming down your cheeks.
"Y/N. These past three years and four months have been the best three years and four months of my entire life. With the band, my family and the success, you made me happier than any man could be. We've been through thick and thin, and we've fought terribly but our love was stronger. But I want the love to go to its strongest point. So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"
Your legs felt like jello and you were crying hard. "Yes! Yes, please. I love you, Ashton."
He slipped a beautiful silver diamond ring on your ring finger and then kissed your forehead. He hugged you tight while you cried joyfully into his chest.
Without a doubt, that was the best Christmas ever.
Luke:
Your family always had a gathering of loved ones on Christmas Eve. And you being you, you procrastinated all the way to the day of the gathering. Luke helped decorate the house. You were busy baking cookies and cooking the meals and snacks to be eaten.
"Lucas!" You called out.
"What?" He called back walking to you.
"Can you help me frost the cupcakes that's about to be ready soon?" You asked. You had no choice, you knew he was gonna end up making a mess and you'll end up with fucked up cupcakes with a choice wether to or not bake a fresh batch but oh well.
As if on cue, the oven dinged and he pulled on some oven mitts. He put the tray of cupcakes next to you so you could monitor what he was doing while cooking. You were cooking a certain kind of chicken with like a maroon-ish gravy. It was like sweet and sour chicken.
"Okay. I prepared frosting already. Do you see that ziplock bag? It's full of frosting. Don't push it, but cut a corner of the bag. Then you wrap your hand around the top and squeeze. But circle the frosting around. You know how cupcakes look like, right? Try your best to mimic one." You taught. He just nodded along. He tried piping one of them and it turned out better than yours. "Amazing! Oh my God we can open up a bakery and you're gonna be the piping guy. Dude, you're great."
He just chuckled and frosted more cupcakes. Later on, you finished your chicken and he finished frosting the cupcakes.
"I'm impressed." You two said in unison. He was talking about your cooking yet you were talking about the cupcakes.
"Good job, Lucas." You said, patting him on the back.
"My name is not Lucas." He said annoyed. You chuckled.
"Fine. Luke. You remind me of Skywalker and I fear you're gonna be the next Darth Vader so I call you Lucas. Because Lucas sounds great." You said.
"We can name our son Lucas. We are getting married soon." He shrugged.
"Okay." You whispered, kissing his cheek.
Michael:
You sighed. You rubbed your hands on your jeans because they were sweaty. Michael did the upper floor while you did the lower floor. He was done and so were you. It was done.
You ventured around the house to look for Michael. He stood at the window of the upstairs. You stood with him.
"Hi." You greeted, hugging his side.
"Hey." He said back, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"Is it hi or hey?!" You said over dramatically.
He laughed. "First world problems."
You laughed harder and so did he. After laughing, you two stared into each other's eyes. He looked up while you nuzzled your face into his chest.
"Hey." He nudged his shoulder. You looked up at him. "Look what's above us."
You looked up to see a mistletoe. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.
"What?! Are you gonna break the rules of Christmas?!" He scolded.
You rolled your eyes again before tiptoeing to kiss him on the lips. It was sweet, slow and passionate.
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Having to resist the urge of posting millions of preferences a day is hard. I can't do this. I'll be posting more but not as days of Christmas. Just random and normal ones. Thank God.
3rd December 2015
1:41 PM