Ashton: "When I saw you other there, I didn't mean to stare but my mind was everywhere, I wanna know you"
You bit down on your lip hard, concentrating on the problems written down on your notebook. You massaged your temples, and tried to take deep breaths as you struggled to recall the formula and the process of solving the given problem. You let out a frustrated groan after a while, realizing that you just couldn't understand your current lesson in Maths. Hell, you have never understood anything, it's actually a miracle that you're passing the stupid subject. You shut your notebook close, pushing it far away from you with a pout, wishing you could just drop out of school to join a punk rock band or something. You chuckled, wishing that you were a groupie instead, as you didn't have many talents involving music anyways. You heard some rhythmic tapping nearby, and you decided to look around, trying to find whoever was that making noise in the silent coffee shop. Your eyes landed on a beautiful blonde tapping away on the table as he watched his friend write something down on his small notebook. The blonde began to laugh, his laughter reaching your ears from the other side of the room, making the butterflies erupt in your stomach - he had a really unique laugh, it was so adorable, and absolutely contagious. His friend had tanned skin and jet black hair, covered by a snapback which he had on backwards. You didn't know what it was, but something inside of you just felt drawn to him, a random stranger who was drumming on the coffee shop table. The way he would laugh at the smallest things and the way his dimple would pop out whenever he did, it captivated you somehow. To further add to this, you thought he was insanely attractive as well. You wanted to get to know him, but you weren't exactly a bold person so you just had to stare at him the entire time. You observed his every movement, the way he would hit his friend when he says something stupid, the way he would take his bottom lip in between his teeth and the way he would run his hands through his curly hair as well. But at one point, he turns to your direction and sees you staring at him, making your eyes widen. The two of you held eye contact for about three seconds, before you looked away, feeling the familiar flushing of your cheeks. That was embarrassing, you thought to yourself as you sunk in your seat, trying to hide yourself from the beautiful blonde and his friend, who seemed to be laughing. You decided to wait a little while, trying to recover from the embarrassment you suffered a little earlier. Thank god they left before you did, or else you would have to face him and his friend, which would be kind of mortifying for you. You shoved your notebook in your bag, and began to walk towards the shop's exit. You pushed the door open, and turned around, only to be met with someone's hard chest. "Ow," you muttered, rubbing your nose which was slightly hurt from the contact. "I'm so sorry!" you heard someone reply, and you assumed it was the person you bumped into. You looked up at the tall person, preparing your whole "Watch where you're going," speech but stopped when your eyes met his - it was that boy who was drumming the table earlier. The previous interaction with him popped into your head, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, "Hey, you're that girl from earlier!" He grinned, your butterflies going wild inside of your stomach, and when you listened closely, he actually had a really thick Australian accent. "I'm so sorry about bumping into you," he adds, frowning slightly. He bent down to examine your face, making you feel even more embarrassed because of the sudden proximity between the two of you. "Looks like nothing's wrong though," he giggled, and you decided to let all your walls down because he seemed like a really nice person, and you wanted to follow your heart - you wanted to get to know this beautiful by right in front of you. "It's alright, it's nothing major or anything," you flicked your wrist, as if to dismiss it and you watched his lips curl into a grin. He reached behind his neck and began to rub on it shyly, "I-um, I'm Ashton by the way," He offered his hand out for you to shake, and you chuckled, taking his giant hand in yours. "Nice to meet you Ashton, my name is Y/N," you smiled, as his eyes twinkled. "That's... a nice name," he says slowly, as if trying to imprint your name in his mind permanently. "Thank you," you replied, withdrawing your hand back shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "So I guess I'll see you around," you said, turning to leave but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back into him. You looked up and your eyes met his beautiful hazel colored ones, "But can I take you out sometime?" he asked, a goofy grin appearing on your face at his question. You already knew what your heart wanted to say, and there was something in your gut telling you that this will lead to something a whole lot more, and so you nodded, "I'd love that,"
Michael: "Correct me if I'm wrong, you're fragile and you're strong; a beautiful and perfect combination"
You looked up to examine your boyfriend's beautiful profile, and let out a chuckle as he scrunched his eyebrows together in concentration. His tongue was even poking out from his lips as he strummed on his guitar, trying to find a perfect tune for the new song he was working on. You sighed as he began to play an unfamiliar tune which sounded absolutely incredible, and a small made it's way onto his pink lips. You smiled, realizing that he is probably the best thing that has ever happened to you, ever. You thought that he was the closest thing you have ever seen to perfection, and you might have called him perfect before but you knew he also had his own flaws, as with everyone else. And he acknowledges the fact that he isn't perfect, which makes you admire him even more. Michael was the sweetest, kindest and most thoughtful person you have ever come across. He was also incredible talented, and he was very passionate about his music. He was also hilarious, he knows every single thing about you and has them all memorized, like the back of his hand. He knows exactly what to do and say to cheer you up whenever you're down. He was just basically everything you've ever asked for, and you just couldn't believe that this person was yours and yours alone. But of course, he wasn't the only one who memorized everything about their other half in this relationship. You've been with him for about seven months now, and you've basically just found out almost everything about him during these seven months of dating. You learned that Michael was fragile but yet so strong at the exact same time - he was weak as he is strong, and finding boys who are both fragile and strong is like trying to find a four leafed clover - nearly impossible nowadays. This combination was just absolutely perfect, and you wouldn't change a single thing about him, nothing at all. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, placing your head on his shoulder as you felt him smile and breathe out. "That sounds really cool," you whispered as he continued to strum on the guitar strings. He shook his head slightly, breathing out a short sigh, "I don't think it's good enough for the album. I feel like it needs something else, and that it's just not good," You turned your head to kiss his cheek and giggled, pulling him even closer to you, "No, don't you even dare say that Michael Clifford. What you did is absolutely amazing and just really good, I hope you believe in yourself a little bit more. I mean, I believe in you," you say, which made him burst into laughter. He sets his guitar down on the couch and turns to you, pulling you into his lap. He rested his head on your shoulder this time and wrapped his arms around you, as you set your head on his chest, which rose and fell as he breathed in and out. "I love you, so fucking much. You know that right?" He asked, planting a kiss on the top of your head, making you grin. "And I love you more, I hope you know that," you replied, eyes fluttering close as you began to fall asleep to the sound of his breathing in your ear.
Calum: "There's a mark above your eye, you got it in July, fighting for your sister's reputation"
You looked down at his sleeping face, and your breath got caught in your throat. He was just so beautiful, so amazingly perfect that you don't know how he's even a real person. He looked like an absolute angel asleep, he had a small smile plastered on his face and his chest rose and fell in a steady pace. You ran your fingers down his cheek and planted a soft kiss onto it, making him shift slightly in his sleep. You continued to examine his facial features, running your fingers up and down his face, admiring each and every flawless feature. Your eyes landed on the mark above his eye, and you let out a chuckle, strong the mark with your thumb, a sound escaping his lips as you did. You remembered the day he got this mark above his eye, you remember it like it was just yesterday - you were watching the recent episode of your favorite TV show when you heard knocking at the front door. The knock caused you to look away from your screen, and you stood up, walking over to the door to answer it. You opened the door and let out a gasp when you saw Calum with a cut above his eyebrow. He looked really mad but when he saw you, his gaze softened and he gave you a warm smile, "Hi," You pulled him in, embracing him as you felt concern wash over you. "What the hell happened to you?" You asked, as you pulled away from him, your eyes meeting his deep brown ones. He shrugged, scratching the back of his head as he let himself in, "Just got into a fight with a few guys. It's no big deal," he says as he plops down on your couch. You pulled him off the couch, clicking your tongue, muttering, "No blood on mum's couch," as you led him to the dining room. You made him sit down onto the dining chair, and you scurried off to find the first aid kit your mum keeps in your bathroom. You took the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet and made your way back to the dining room, approaching a pouting Calum. You set the first aid kit on the table and opened it, grabbing the alcohol from the kit and put a small amount onto the cotton ball, dabbing on the cut above his eye lightly. He hissed when the cotton came in contact with his wound, and he grabbed your wrist, but he loosened his grip almost immediately and sighed. Once you cleaned his wound up, you placed a bandaid on top of his cut, planting a soft kiss onto his head as you did. "What kind of trouble did you get into this time?" You asked, as he pulled you into his lap, so that you were straddling him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to play with his incredibly fluffy hair as you listened to him talk, "These douchebags began to talk shit about Mali," he muttered and you noticed him clenching his fist. "I just got really mad so I began to punch them. They asked for it," he continued, and you leaned in to brush your lips against his lightly. "Well, I'm proud of you for beating those bastards up. You really love your sister don't you?" A blush began to appear on his cheeks, making you giggle, "She's my best friend. Of course I love her," he says as he leaned into you once more, brushing his lips on yours this time. His voice brought you back to reality, and you heard him mumble your name in his sleep, causing you to smile and press another kiss onto his cheek.
Luke: "You smile and never shout, you stand out in the crowd, you make the best of every situation"
You couldn't help but smile upon the scene in front of you - Luke was smiling as he talked to the crowd of fans surrounding him, even laughing. These fans were actually pretty peaceful, they weren't shoving or throwing themselves at Luke, they were actually just talking to him because they already took pictures with him. They all stayed to talk to him, you didn't really mind that they practically just stole him away, because you loved seeing Luke happy with the fans. The fans give him this different kind of happiness, because when he was around the fans, it was like he was around his own family. He cares so much about all of them, and he loves them all so much. You love how he stands out from the crowd, and it's not because he was six feet tall or anything. There were also a few guys in there, and they were almost as tall as him, but the thing about Luke was that there was something about him that makes him stand out. Maybe it was because of his melodious laugh that stood out from the rest of the voices, maybe it was the innocent smile he gives out when they tell him how much they love him, maybe it was the way his eyes would sparkle whenever they told him how he made them happy. You loved everything about him, and you knew every little thing about him. The way he would lick his lips before he talks, the way his dimple would appear everytime he talked, the way he would always just smile but never shout, the way he smells - that familiar scent that always leaves you so intoxicated, the way his eyes would seem to twinkle whenever he saw you, the way he bites his lips when he seemed to be in an awkward situation, the way he would run his calloused fingers on your skin in the morning, when he thinks you're still asleep, the way he would scratch the back of his neck, the way he wouldn't let anything bring him down, the way he would stay positive even when life throws so much shit at him, the way he would make the best of every situation, especially the worst ones. Basically, you had every little thing about him stuck in your head, but you didn't think it was a bad thing. You were addicted to him, he was like a drug that always leaves you wanting more and you can never ever get enough. He finally said goodbye to the fans, and you watched them all disperse, most of them bouncing up and down and laughing, making you smile. "Hey there," he says, kissing your cheek as he wrapped his arm around you. He furrowed his eyebrows, a smile present on his beautiful face, "What are you thinking about?" You looked into those beautiful cerulean colored eyes and giggled, pecking his lips as the word, "You," rolled of your tongue.