A S H T O N (Spanish) : The two of you were walking down the streets of New York City, hand in hand and enjoying the city when a teenage girl instantly ran into you, tearing you apart from Ashton. "Hi! Oh my god, I’m a huge fan! Can I have an autograph!?" She squealed excitedly as she jumped up and down. Ashton simply nodded his head, signing her phone case before she got a picture and walked off, your hands reconnecting after she had walked away. ”puta de mierda,” you cursed in Spanish, a confused Ashton looking at you. "Was that..Spanish?" He inquired with a light smirk. "I didn’t know you could talk Spanish!" "Everyday’s a school day," you shrugged, turning the corner and walking straight into Times Square.
C A L U M (Italian) : For your two year anniversary, Calum decided that the two of you should go somewhere new. You’ve never left North America and Calum saw it as a great way to take you somewhere new. And so, the two of you visited Italy. But beforehand, you took it upon yourself to learn a bit of Italian, hoping to be able to speak fluently once the two of you were in Italy. "Hello what can I get you?" The waiter grinned as he approached your table. ”Dovrò spaghetti con salsa marinara e ti prego di acqua,” you answered hesitantly before handing him the menu, Calum’s eyes growing wide as the waiter responded. ”Certo. Sei di Italia?" ”No, io sono di America. Siamo in viaggio,” you grinned sheepishly before the waiter nodded at you and turned towards Calum. "And what will you be having?" He questioned in plain english. After the two of you ordered, Calum leaned on his elbows, a questioning look on his features. “What the hell was that?” "I just..learned a bit of Italian, that’s all," you shrugged. "It’s hot," he smirked before the two of you kissed, the waiter clearing his throat, inturrupting the two of you.
L U K E (French) : "Je ne peux pas croire que nous sommes à Paris, France!" You giggled, experimenting with your new French. "What was that?" Luke questioned as his hand slid into yours, the two of you walking through the airport. "I said I’m so excited that we’re actually in Paris, France!" You squealed once more as you happily skipped through the people. "No but when did you learn French?" He grinned, watching you with happy eyes. "Oh, I didn’t. That’s the only phrase I know," you chuckled as you felt Luke’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a playful hug.
M I C H A E L (Spanish) : "I can’t believe you!" You yelled at Michael, your hands fisting your hair before Michael plopped down onto the bed, ignoring you. "Michael, can you please listen to me!" You and the rest of the band were on a group vacation in Australia and, though the two of you weren’t dating, you were still jealous that Michael had brought a girl into your hotel room. The two of you shared a room and you couldn’t sleep as Michael and the native were making too much noise in the bed next to yours, the two of them drunk. "Michael, I swear eres tan idiota. Esto es tan grave, y nunca quiero volver a dormir con una chica durante las vacaciones, así es como se consigue que las enfermedades de transmisión sexual-" "Woah woah woah, what are you even saying?" Michael chuckled as he sat up from the bed, a smirk on his features. "It doesn’t matter. Just don’t do it again," you sighed as you flopped onto your bed.