Hey guys! My friend and I decided to write a few preferences, and we hope you like it! – J
*side note: (Y/N) – your name; (Y/F/N) – your friend's name; (Y/F/C) – your favorite color)
Luke:
You bounced on the balls of your feet excitedly, hardly able to believe that you were going to meet 5 Seconds of Summer, even just for less than a minute.
You were waiting with (Y/F/N) in a line that seemed to stretch for miles and miles, and had been standing for nearly eight hours. Now, less than twenty people stood before you. After about ten minutes, a guard signaled for you and (Y/F/N) to follow him. Biting your lip nervously, you quickly ran your fingers through your hair, mentally planning what you were going to say to them.
Suddenly, you saw four figures standing in front of a screen, and you and (Y/F/N) let out a scream. You were instantly enveloped in their embraces, and you forced yourself not to cry.
"Hey," Ashton flashed a grin at both of you. "What are your names?"
"I'm (Y/F/N)," (Y/F/N) piped up, and you giggled at her enthusiasm.
"(Y/N)," You told them, and felt Luke's stare boring into you. Cheeks flushing, you smiled at him and then quickly looked away.
"Okay girls, smile for the camera," A woman held her camera up, and you smiled for the camera.
"Hurry up. Other people are waiting," Somebody started to usher you back outside, but you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"(Y/N)," You turned around and saw Luke looking down at you.
"Hey."
"Um, are you free tomorrow?"
"I think so," You replied quickly. "I mean, yes, I'm pretty sure I am." Mentally face palming, you forced yourself not to babble anymore.
"You wanna meet at the park just across the street from here?"
"S – sure," Was this really happening? Did Luke Hemmings just ask you out on a date? Well not really a date, you told yourself.
"I'll see you then," He winked, before (Y/F/N) started to drag you out the door.
"Bye!" You shouted, and already started to daydream about the next day.
Michael:
Sitting in a chair at the hair salon, you tried not to squirm as hair stylists worked on your hair. You had chosen to dye your hair (Y/F/C), which was what you had been planning to do for a while now, but had never gotten around to doing it.
You heard the door to the hair salon swish open, and you tried to peer at the customer through the mirror. Alas, he was out of your sight, and you shrugged and waited patiently for the hair stylists to dye your hair.
~ about 1 hour later ~
Once you decided you were satisfied with your hair, you rose from the chair, and gasped when you saw a teenage boy with red hair.
"No way," You breathed. He turned around, and you tried to take in the fact that Michael frickin Gordon Clifford was looking at you.
"Hey!" He smiled at you, and you tried to get yourself together and talk to him.
"Um hey Michael, um, I'm a really big fan of yours," You blushed, and he chuckled.
"Aw thanks! What's your name?"
"(Y/N)."
"Nice to meet ya, (Y/N)," He grinned. "Hey um, are you free later this week?"
"Um, yeah," Your eyes widened as your pulse began to quicken. "I'm free everyday this week."
"Sweet, wanna meet at the arcade nearby tomorrow?" He asked. It took you a moment to register that he was talking to you, and you nodded quickly.
"Sure, that'd be great!"
"Kay then, see ya around tomorrow (Y/N)," He waved, and walked out the shop.
"This has gotta be the best day ever," You did a happy little dance, and rushed home to get yourself ready for the your date with Michael.
Ashton:
You walked along the aisles of Target, looking for a 5 Seconds of Summer CD. When you spotted the music section, you dashed over, and immediately began scavenging for their album. After a few minutes of rummaging through stacks of CD's, you finally found you were looking for, and held it to your chest.
"Nice choice."
You whipped around to see where the voice had come from, and found yourself face to face with a person with dimples and curly hair.
"Holy sh…" You stared at him, then at the CD cover, then at him again. "Are you… are you… Ashton I – Irwin?"
"Yup. And what's your name?"
"I'm (Y/N)," You told him with a blush creeping across your face.
"Well (Y/N), do you wanna meet up again sometime? 'Cuz right now I'm sort of busy. What bout tomorrow afternoon I'll pick you up here, and we can go somewhere?"
"Wait, me?" You blurted out before you could stop yourself. He tried to hide an amused grin, and you reddened. "I mean, yeah, I'd love to."
"Great. See you tomorrow then," He waved, and started to walk away. Your heart fluttered, and you stared after him.
"See you," You whispered.
Calum:
You were attending a 5SOS concert with a few of your friends, and were lucky enough to sit in the front row. As you waited in anticipation for the concert to begin, you prayed that you'd get to meet them. Suddenly, the concert arena went dark, and everyone around you started screaming. Laughing, you screamed along with them, and jumped up and down when the four boys came running on stage.
They kicked off their concert with a few songs, and you laughed when they fooled around on stage. Suddenly, Calum strutted over to your section in the middle of a song, and he pulled a face at you. The girls surrounding you shrieked in excitement, and you felt a little disappointed; Calum could have been looking at someone else. He winked at you, or at least you thought he winked at you, before running back to join the others.
About an hour later, Ashton threw his drumsticks for the crowd to catch, and they disappeared behind two curtains, a sign that the concert had ended. You and your friends pushed your way through the crowd, muttering, "sorry" and "excuse me" to the back of the arena, where the boys had their tour bus parked. To your surprise, you saw them exiting from the back door, laughing and jumping around. You grinned at Calum, your favorite out of all of them, and they noticed you.
"Hey!" Ashton waved at you guys, and you and your friends squealed excitedly, tackling them in bear hugs.
"What are your names?" Michael asked. Your friends introduced themselves, and you smiled shyly when it was your turn.
"I'm (Y/N)," You waved. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Calum smiling at you, and you reddened.
"C'mon boys!" Someone shouted impatiently, and they backed away apologetically.
"Sorry, we've got to go. Thanks for coming to our concert!" Luke waved, and they dashed onto the bus. Calum hesitated, then looked at you in the eye.
"Meet me here tomorrow, just outside the arena," He told you, and followed the others. You stood there open mouthed, and saw Calum mouth "bye" as their bus drove away.