Starting with this chapter I'm thinking of doing individually published four part chapters. So, instead of having all four preferences in one chapter you get them in one four part chapter (each part is published separately). It just seems like it would be easier to read and write. Let me know what you think!🤔
I'm also looking for requests!
Happy Election Day to my American friends! 😜💙💙
Calum:
The most popular boy in your grade was throwing a huge party. An amazing party, a party you were surprisingly invited to. A party that you knew Calum would never let you go to. This was of course because you had an eleven o'clock curfew, a strict no dating rule, and Calum's just general distaste for allowing you out without him.
So you did what any rebellious teenager in your position would do, go against what you're sure he would say and hope he doesn't find out. It's so much easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. (Even if you knew that it was unlikely Calum would offer you either when it was all said and done.)
To this end, your best friend was coming to pick you up to drive you there, all you had to do was sneak out. This seemed simple enough, wait until Calum fell asleep and walk out the front door. He was usually pretty drained at the end of the day and wasn't awake for long.
It soon became apparent that your plan was not going to work.
"WOOOO! BAND WORK NIGHT!" Luke yelled as he walked in the door downstairs. Your point was proven by his entrance. Apparently once a month the boys pull an all nighter to "work" and hang out together. In other words, there were going to be four alert boys awake all night goofing off and running around.
You had to ask yourself, was it still a good choice to go? Should you go knowing that you were at a great risk to be caught? Should you go to the party that the most popular (and cutest) boy had personally invited you to? Should you have a great time with your friends? Should you sneak out?
Wait. Sneak out. How were you going to sneak out? All of the doors on the ground floor were thoroughly covered by Calum & Co. you couldn't leave that way. It wasn't like you had any doors on the second level of the house either. This could be a problem. You decided to text Y/BFF/N to ask him what he thought.
Y/N: Houston, we have a problem
He texted back right away.
Y/BFF/N💙: ...what
Y/N: two words: band sleepover
Y/BFF/N💙: at your house? Tonight?
Y/N: yep
Y/BFF/N💙: why does it matter? I thought you were sneaking out anyway
Y/N: yeah out the front door
Y/BFF/N💙: so go out another way
Y/N: ...like what...
Y/BFF/N💙: like a window
Oh no. This was turning into a very bad idea. You had two windows in your room. The large one that you might actually be able to fit out of was a straight drop to the lawn. As much as you wanted to go to the party you didn't want to maim yourself. The other one, which did drop you down onto the lower roof, was way too small to fit through. Windows were really a bad idea, but at the same time the only one either of you had.
Y/N: I'll either break my neck or get stuck
Your attention was drawn away from your phone by some commotion downstairs, "YO CALUM! I BROUGHT THE BEER!" Ashton cheered, coming to join the party.
"Shhhh, bro Y/N is sleeping upstairs," Calum hissed, still quite loudly.
"Oh," he said dumbly, "Yo Calum, I brought the beer," he said, quieter.
Y/BFF/N💙: well butter up girl because I'm gonna be there in 5 and you better be on your way out that window
You huffed as you knew he was gone. His suggestion was not at all appealing.
You looked around for some kind of inspiration. There must be some other way out... maybe another window? You walked toward your door, intending to go look for a better option.
"Come on up! I left a bunch of my lyrics in my room," Calum said, and three sets of feet came pounding up the stairs.
Well there goes that idea, no way you'd be able to leave your room now. At least he thought you were asleep and wouldn't come in.
You sighed and turned back to the window. Well here goes nothing. You walked over and opened the window, looking down at the roof below you. It wasn't too far of a drop, if you could make it there.
While you were hesitating, a voice called up to you in the darkness, "come on Y/N, shove yourself out that window," it was Y/BFF/N.
"Shut up, I'm working on it," you hissed.
"Well work faster or we're going to be late," he said impatiently.
"Okay okay," you jumped up onto the windowsill and contorted yourself to get your head out.
"Good good, headfirst, just like birth," he commented.
"Weirdo," you continued to shimmied and wriggle until your shoulders got through.
"I'm not the weird one who's trying to shove myself out a window," he commented sassily.
"Whatever," you sighed, unable to free your arms yet.
"I see your upper half, now just pull yourself through, then tuck and roll onto the roof," he demonstrated a somersault on the ground as if it would help you.
You ignored him and began to aggressively wiggle, getting a few more inches of your arms through, and then up to your hips. The more you wriggled after, it seemed, the less you moved, until you didn't move at all. You tried to turn around, but you found yourself very stuck, wedged between the windowpanes.
"Uh oh," you tried again, but nothing happened except some pain in your hips.
"Uh oh what?" He stopped and stood.
"Uh oh I can't get out the window," you groaned, flopping limp against the side of the house.
"Ugh, fine, go back in, I'll ding dong dash so you can run out the back," he said.
"Okay," you tried to push yourself back in, but your hips and but were too wedged in. "Wait! I'm like really stuck," you said urgently. Your now very concerned best friend stopped and turned around.
"Well I guess I could-" he stopped when another car pulled into the driveway. The headlights went directly over you as he dove into the bushes.
You groaned, knowing that you were very caught by whoever just arrived.
"Well well well," Michaels voice rang out as he exited the car, "what do we have here?"
"Oh hi Michael," you waved, as he approached the side of the house.
"Whatcha doin up there Y/N? Sneaking out?" He smirked.
"No, just uh, getting some fresh air, ya know how stuffy it can get in there," you blatantly lied.
"Yeah? So you're not, I don't know, stuck?" He asked innocently.
You felt yourself blush, thankfully it was dark enough that he couldn't see.
"No, that's ridiculous," you sighed.
"So I also didn't see Y/BFF/N hide in the bushes?" He asked.
"Uh no," you panicked, trying again to free yourself.
"Don't bother wriggling, I did the same thing a while ago, you're stuck," he waved you off.
"Wait really?" You froze and looked down.
"Yep, trust me, this is a four man job," he pulled out his phone, "I'm gonna call Calum."
"Fine," you groaned, "Y/BFF/N, go to the party and tell them I'm sick or something, just leave while you still can."
"No, I'll never let you go," he said dramatically head sticking up out the bush.
"Look, Jack," Michael said, "if you don't go now you're gonna get busted."
"On the other hand I don't think this driftwood is big enough for the two of us," he said sheepishly. You watched as he snuck back off to his car, and then nodded at Michael to make the call.
"Look bro," you heard him say, "go into Y/N's room. No, just trust me on this. Just do it. Please? Good."
He shot you a thumbs up and then walked over to the shortest part of the roof.
"I'm gonna climb up there," he said.
"Good luck," you laughed, watching as he tried multiple times to pull himself up.
"Y/N?" You heard the door of your room open behind you.
"Oh God not again," Luke said from somewhere behind you.
"What are you DOING?" Calum seethed.
"Well obviously trying to get some fresh air, just got a little stuck," you giggled.
"Uhhhh huh," Ashton tutted.
"Can we focus on the issue at hand?" You pleaded.
"Fine, I'll go around with Michael to pull, you two push," Calum said.
"Push? Push what? Her butt?" Luke asked.
"Legs please!" You yelled.
"Duh," Ashton said, and you heard him smack Luke across the back of the head.
Calum walked out of the room and you heard him leave as the front door slam.
"Somebody's in trouuuuuublllllle," Ashton hummed.
"Shut up," you kicked your legs around until you hit someone.
"Ow!" Luke whined.
"Sorry, aiming for Ashton," you apologized.
"Hey!" Ashton complained.
"Really Michael?" Calum chuckled when he came out to see his other bandmate still struggling to get up.
"It's higher up than you think," Michael complained.
"Mhmmm," Calum said, effortlessly jumping up to grab the edge of the roof and pull himself up.
"Don't say anything," Michael warned him, "just pull me up."
"Sure thing," Calum smirked, then reached down and helped his bandmate up.
Once on the roof, they both walked over to you.
"I'm just gonna warn you now, this is gonna hurt, a lot," Michael said.
"Great," you said.
"Just try and relax your muscles, try and visualize yourself sliding out," Calum said as he took one of your arms. Michael grabbed the other.
Behind you, Ashton and Luke grabbed your legs just past the knee.
"Is everyone ready?" Luke asked.
There were a chorus of agreement from the other three boys.
"Okay, on the count of three," he said, "one, two, three!"
On the order Ashton and Luke pushed while Calum and Michael pulled.
"Ow ow ow ow," you complained while they tried to free you from the window.
"Stop, stop," Michael finally said, giving you a break.
"Thank God," you relaxed, loosening in their hold.
"Now GO!" He yelled and they did it again.
Somehow this time it worked. You must have been slipperiness from the sweat or something because you came rocketing out, right on top of your brother.
"WOOOOO! Yeah!" Luke jumped up and down from inside.
"Ugh," you rolled off of Calum and onto your back.
"I think that hurt me more than you," he groaned.
"Clearly you've never been stuck in a window then," you snorted.
"Come on you two, lets get you up off the roof," Michael offered you each a hand and pulled you to your feet.
"Thank God," you grinned, carefully sliding off the edge of the roof off the ground.
"Mhmmm, but what I want to know is why you were on the roof in the first place," Calum said, making you freeze on the ground.
"I thought we discussed this already? Just some fresh air," you chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, only issue is that I don't believe you," he said.
"Well-"
"Y/N, tell me the truth," he asked.
"Fine. There may or may not have been a party. I may or may not have tried to go," you said.
"Thank you, and ya know I'm feeling generous," he said as he ushered you into the house, "I'll only ground you for a week instead of two."
"Hmph, how kind," you mumbled.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing."