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Luke
"I'm home!" you called out as you walked into your apartment. You expected your boyfriend to come rushing to greet you as he always did, but that wasn't what you got today. "Luke?" You set your things on the living room couch before making your way to the kitchen. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Luke leaning against the counter with his phone in his hand. "Why didn't you answer me?" you asked, but received no response. You raised your eyebrows and waved your hand in front of his face, "Hello? Can you get off that thing for like 10 seconds? I'm talking to you." He looked up at you and rolled his eyes before returning his attention to his phone. "Ah," you said, "The silent treatment. Let's see. I didn't accidentally use your toothbrush again, so it can't be that. I said I love you before I left earlier, so it's not that. Oh!" you exclaimed, "It's because I didn't kiss you goodbye, isn't it?"
Luke let out an annoyed sigh, "I thought you were going shopping."
"I did," you answered simply.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going with Michael?"
"I didn't think you would care?" you replied, confused.
"You didn't think I would care that my girlfriend hanging out with another member of my band?" he repeated angrily.
"I have hung out with Michael, Ashton, and Calum plenty of times before, Lucas."
"Whatever," he muttered, pushing himself off of the counter and starting to walk away.
"No," you said firmly, running in front of him and spinning around, "You're not leaving until you tell me why you're so mad about this." He narrowed his eyes at you before shoving his phone in your hand. You looked down at the screen and read the article headline: 5 Seconds of Summer Frontman's Girlfriend Leaving Him For Another Member?
"Luke," you sighed, "Why do you keep reading this bullshit?" He began messing with his lip ring and shrugged. You set his phone on the counter beside you and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his. "I love you, Luke," you told him quietly, "You know I would never cheat on you."
"I know," he mumbled, pressing his lips against yours, "I'm sorry."
"Oh!" you smiled, "I have a surprise for you!" You grabbed his hand and lead him toward the living room. Just before you reached the room, you stopped and looked at Luke.
"You know how I said I had to go pick something up which was why I couldn't lay in bed with you all day?" you asked. He nodded and you went on, "Well, the reason I was with Michael was because him, Calum, Ashton, and I went to this guitar shop about a month ago and they just finished this yesterday, so we had to pick it up this morning." He gave you a confused look as you pulled him to the couch. He looked over at the other couch and saw a guitar case sitting there. "Close your eyes," you instructed and although he was still confused, he complied. You opened the case and carefully took the guitar out, setting it on his lap. "Okay!" you said excitedly, "Open!"
"Babe," Luke gasped quietly, his eyes widening as he admired the guitar on his lap. He looked up at you, "What's this for?"
"The new tour is coming up soon and we know your other guitar has gotten pretty beat up over the months during the One Direction tours, so the boys and I wanted to buy you a new one for your first headliner. And since I know nothing about guitars, Michael insisted that he come with me today to make sure everything was good enough for our little Luke," you teased, reaching over and ruffling his hair a bit.
"Babe," he said again, a guilty smile on his face.
"Uh huh," you nodded, grinning, "Say it." He set the guitar gently back in the case, taking your hand and pulling you onto his lap.
"I love you," he said, kissing your cheek, "I'm sorry."
"I know," you giggled. "I love you too. Besides, if I was going to cheat on you, it definitely wouldn't be with Michael," you smirked, earning a push on the shoulder and a loud laugh from your boyfriend.
~
Michael
"Michael," you whined, poking his arm continuously, "Come on. You know I didn't mean it." He remained silent, eyes glued to the television as he played FIFA in the back lounge of the tour bus.
Michael had been giving you the silent treatment for over 5 minutes now after you teased him for missing a goal. You let out a short sigh and got up, moving to the other couch, sitting across from him. You bit your inner cheek, trying to come up with some way to get him to acknowledge your presence, even if he still refused to speak to you. You suddenly came up with an idea that would for sure get his attention.
"Don't say anything if you don't love me," you said, attempting not to smile when you got no response. "Don't say anything if you never want to see me again." You could tell he was trying as hard as he could to keep ignoring you. "Don't say anything if you're terrible in bed," you sang.
He glanced over and grinned at you before quickly averting his gaze back to the TV. You smiled victoriously, but you still had one more thing up your sleeve that would get him to break the silent treatment completely.
"Don't say anything if you would rather me be with Luke instead of you," you said. He looked at you again and you stuck out your bottom lip, causing him to sigh.
"Alright, you win," he chuckled, rolling his eyes. You grinned, getting up and going to sit next to him again. You rested your chin on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
"Do you forgive me?" you pouted. He turned his head and kissed you softly.
"I forgive you. Just please don't leave me for Luke," he answered, making you laugh.
~
Calum
"Cal," you said in a frustrated tone, "Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment right now?" He shrugged, which was obviously a yes to you. "Why?!" you exclaimed, only to earn another shrug from the boy sitting beside you. You replayed the previous conversation in your head before realizing what it was. "Calum, is this really because I said I don't listen to Green Day?" He remained silent. "Calum!" you groaned, "You're acting like a child!" He bit his inner cheek, still refusing to look at you. You rolled your eyes, standing up and going into the kitchen to grab your keys. "I'll be back later," you told him as you walked out the door, not bothering to wait for a response since it was clear you weren't going to get one.
After about half an hour of aimlessly walking around town, you stopped at the Dairy Queen near your apartment and bought two blizzards for yourself and Calum. You quickly walked home before the ice cream melted and carefully opened your front door. Once inside, you started looking for Calum but it wasn't long until you found him in the spot on the couch where you left him. This time, however, he was asleep.
You sighed, going to the kitchen and putting his ice cream in the freezer before setting your own on the coffee table in the living room, careful not to wake him up. You went to get your laptop from your bedroom and when you returned, you sat across from Calum.
A few minutes later, you were scrolling down your Twitter timeline, still eating your blizzard, when Calum finally woke up.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked you, obviously forgetting he was giving you the silent treatment.
You shrugged, not bothering to look at him, "Since after I left."
"When did you get home?"
"About 10 minutes ago."
"Did you get me any ice cream?" he asked, just now noticing the cup in your hand.
"Do you feel like you deserve any?" you muttered, putting your now empty cup on the coffee table in front of you.
"No," he sighed, hanging his head.
You closed your laptop and put it on the seat next to you, picking up your cup and leaving the room without a word. When you came back, you had Calum's ice cream in your hand. You plopped down next to him suddenly, causing him to jump and look at you. He looked at the cup in your hand and then back at you.
You shrugged, smiling slightly, "I couldn't not get you one."
"Does this mean you're not still mad at me?" he asked carefully, slowly taking the cup out of your grasp.
"I was never mad at you," you told him, laying your head on his shoulder, "Just annoyed."
"I know I was kind of acting like a kid," he told you, taking a bite of ice cream, "But whenever I sing their songs to you, you never say anything."
"I don't have to like the songs to like when you sing to me, Cal" you giggled quietly.
You could hear his smile, "I'm sorry."
"I know," you said, looking up at him and kissing him, "I forgive you."
~
Ashton
"Hi, Ash!" you smiled when you heard your boyfriend walked into your apartment, "How was rehearsal?" He only grunted in response, causing you to quickly save what you had written for your English report before closing your laptop and going into the living room where Ashton had thrown himself onto the couch and was now watching TV. "Alright," you said, sitting cross-legged beside him, "What did I do?" He shrugged, cause a sigh to escape your mouth. "Well, when you decide to stop giving me the silent treatment, you know where to find me."
You stood up and were almost out of the room when you heard Ashton say, "Why did you tell them?"
"Tell them what?" you asked, turning back to look at him as he got up to face you.
"You know what," he said, an amused look on his face.
"I really don't, Ashton. Please just tell me what I did wrong," you practically begged.
"You told them why I was late today," he mumbled, looking down at his feet.
"Ash," you said quietly, walking up to him and taking his face in your hands and making him look at you, "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to."
"You could have lied," he shook his head, "You could have told them I overslept or I forgot or I was still taking a shower. You didn't have to tell them the truth."
"Ashton, they are your best friends. Do you really think that's going to change just because they know you were crying?"
"Don't say that. It's embarrassing."
"Ashton," you repeated, "It is not unusual for guys to cry and whoever decided it was has clearly never felt any emotion whatsoever." You kissed his nose, "But we've told you not to read those horrible things people say about you."
"I know," he sighed, "But I can't help it."
"I know you can't, but please stop believing it. You are the most amazing person I have ever met and those people are idiots for not being able to see it."
"I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you too," you smiled, kissing him softly.
~
inspiration for michael's: http://imagine5sosmembers.tumblr.com/post/94964676231/downunderirwin-he-looks-like-such-a-fratboy-and
shout out to my friends shay, natalie, and maguie for helping with ideas for calum, luke, and ashton's.