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CALUM HOOD:

★ GAME NIGHT

★ PHOTOGRAPHY

★ JACKET

★ SOMEONE CALL THE BASSIST

LUKE HEMMINGS:

★ INTERRUPTED

MICHAEL CLIFFORD:

★ TRAPPED

DANHAUSEN:

it’s the first show you’ve been to of their new tour. you’ve been working and unable to travel. so you’re all really excited that you are here, except michael. you guys got off on the wrong foot, and never recovered.

you can stand being around each other at group hangouts, but the two of you have never hung out alone. which brings you to your current point, you and michael are currently stuck in an elevator.

the power went out in the area, a huge lightning storm currently raging. you happened to be in the elevator, helping him take some of his stuff to his dressing room. he had the most out of the boys, and you were forced to help.

now you each have a guitar case, and there’s 3 luggage’s, and the both of you, crammed into a tiny elevator. these were not ideal circumstances.

you and michael sat a few feet apart from each other, neither of you saying anything since the shock passed, and realization set in. there’s an awkward tension in the air, you two have never been alone before.

“the guys are really happy you’re here.” you hear michael’s voice beside you, and you look at him. “yeah? i’m glad i got to come finally. i can’t wait to hear the new songs live.”

michael looks up at you, and you see the slightest smile on his face. “we worked really hard on them, they’re good ones.” you nod.

it’s silent for a moment, before you decide to speak. “what’s your favorite off the new album?” you ask, and michael looks surprised.

“i- uh, probably istillfeelthesame. i think the song is super fun to sing live. the fans love it too.” he says, as his hands are playing with his rings. sliding them off and on his fingers.

“i love that one.” you say, and he smiles again. “i guess we have something in common after all.” michael says softly, and now it’s your turn to smile.

“i guess so.” you reply, and lean your head back against the wall. “how long do you think we’ll be stuck for?” you ask, and michael shrugs. “could be a couple hours, it still sounds like it’s storming.”

“i think the universe hates us.” you sigh dramatically. michael stays quiet next to you. you look down at your knees, pressed into your chest, your arms wrapped around them. you tap gently on your leg.

“why uh- why don’t you like me?” you ask quietly, keeping your gaze forward. “i just, i wonder, what the reason is.” you hear michael swallow a gulp down. keeping his gaze down at his hands.

“it’s not that i don’t like you.” michael says, and then is silent. you wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. “then what is it?” you ask softly.

michael lets out a breath, closing his eyes. “we’re stuck in an elevator, is this seriously this best conversation you could think of?” he has a slight edge to his voice.

“you know, considering we’re the best of friends, i guess i do know plenty of things we could talk about.” michael looks at you, and you shrug. “oh. no. i guess not. because you have a problem with me for some reas-“

“i don’t have a problem with you! god.. could you actually listen? you’re insufferable sometimes..” he rubs his head. “oh, really nice of you michael.” you bite back. “you are the worst person i could’ve gotten stuck in this elevator with.”

“well thanks, i could say the same to you!” michael exclaims. you both sigh, slouching further down. “this is ridiculous (y/n).. we should be able to handle this. we’re around each other all the time..”

“you’re the one who made it like that!!” you shriek, and he sighs. “quit arguing with me!! that’s making it worse.”

“then tell me.” you say sternly. michael looks over at you. “dude, what-“ he starts, but you cut him off. “tell me what it is then, why we don’t get along.”

“i said i don’t-“ he tries to plead his case, and you stop him again. “no, it’s been like this since i first started coming around. there’s obviously something. i need to know.” your stern tone slips away, coming off more like begging this time.

“i..” michael sighs, breaking eye contact. “the boys and i, we had a dynamic. we were all friends..” you suck in a breath. “i’m your guy’s friend now too..”

“i don’t want you to be.” michael says immediately, and your facial expression falls. you figured there was a problem, but you didn’t realize michael hadn’t wanted you around at all.

“so what? it was better when i wasn’t around? you liked it better without me.” his eyes soften, and they look up at you.

“no. i can’t stand the fact that you’re, just, my friend. i liked you from the moment i laid eyes on you, but you’re our friend, you’re part of the group. that kills me..” he hesitantly adds.

your eyes widen at michael’s confession, shock rushing through you. “michael, i.. you shouldn’t say that.” you finally say. and he looks hurt. “why? i-“ he starts, and you cut him off.

“we can’t come back from that.” you whisper. michael reaches a hand out to you, slowly, hesitant. you nod, and he places a hand on your knee. “i don’t want to. i don’t want to pretend anymore. i want you to know how i feel about you..”

you look at his hand that’s on you, bringing yours up to lay gently over his. he looks over at you, and you realize how close you two had gotten. his face is inches away from yours now.

“what do you think the guys will say?” you ask quietly. “we’ll figure it out together, promise.” he says softly, and you nod.

“okay.”

“okay.”

michael’s hand slowly comes up, brushing your hair out of your face, and behind your ears. “you are so beautiful.. it’s so hard not to stare.” he whispers, looking around your face. you suck in a breath, eyes moving down to his lips.

he doesn’t waste anymore time, his lips quickly pressing into yours. the kiss is gentle, something you never thought michael could be with you.

it’s quickly over when you both hear the elevator door opening, the boys standing there. you and michael are apart before they can see anything.

“thank god! you guys are all good.” luke says, a sigh of relief. calum chuckles. “i’m just glad it wasn’t me.” he adds. ashton is standing there shaking his head.

“come on, shows about to start now.” ashton says, and you and michael stand up off the floor. you grab the luggage and guitar case again, rolling them out. “here. we got it, go get ready.” the boys say to you, waving you off.

you’re sitting in their hangout room backstage, assuming the boys are all in their collective rooms, getting dressed. you have your hands folded in your lap, looking around the room. enjoying the silence ahead of the show tonight.

suddenly, the door opens, michael walking in. “hey!” you say happily, looking at michael. “hey, are you ready already?” you nod your head, standing up, and spinning around, showing off your outfit. “what do you think?”

“great, but i have a shirt we need you to wear tonight. it’ll make sense later. please don’t ask questions, and please just agree.” michael says quickly, and you blink at him.

“uh, yeah, of course, whatever y’all need.” you nod, and he hands you the shirt. you go to unfold it, but michael stops you. “before you read it, please just know it’s important for the show tonight.”

you unravel it, looking at the front. “i’ll call the bassist” it reads. your eyes widen. “michael! what is this?” you exclaim, looking up at him. “i know! i know! but i promise it’ll make sense later, please do it for us.” he pleads, and you sigh.

“what is calum even going to think? does he know about this?” you ask, and michael hesitates. “don’t worry about him, it’ll work out. thank you for doing this.” he says, quickly exiting the room.

you sigh, taking off your shirt, and pulling your new one on. it’s white, and the words are in pink. you’re wondering what the boys are up to, for you to have to wear a shirt, basically saying you’ll hit on calum, your best friend calum.

the calum you have been desperately trying to hide your feelings from. and this shirt has them in full display across your chest. you sigh, running your hands over your skirt.

“it’ll be fine.” you say to yourself, looking in the mirror. you exit the locker room, walking around backstage. you turn a corner and run into luke.

“sorry!”

“whoops!”

you both exclaim at the same time, one of his hands coming to steady your arm. “i see michael convinced you to wear the shirt.” you nod. “would you happen to tell me what this is about?” he sighs. “it’s just something fun to tie into the show, but we’re keeping it from calum.”

you let out a breath, shaking your head. “luke, this is an awful idea.” luke is the only one you’ve told about your feelings for calum, so you know he understands. “i promise, you just have to trust me.” he explains, and you nod once.

“i hope this is worth it.” you say, and he smiles. “i absolutely think it will be.” he then walks off. “make sure calum doesn’t see that shirt.” you nod.

you continue to walk around the hallways, when you see calum stepping out of his dressing room. you immediately fold your arms over your chest, as calum turns to look at you. he raises an eyebrow at you.

“are you good?” he asks, and you nod quickly. “yeah, i, uh, totally. i forgot to wear a bra and my shirt is really tight.” you say quickly, realizing you came up with a horrible excuse. he nods, looking back at the door that he still has a hand on.

“come here.” he says, motions you forward, you walk into the room. he follows behind you, walking around the table, and grabbing his shirt from earlier. “you can wear it around the arena, until the show.” he says, and you smile.

“thank you, cal.” you say, sweetly. he walks over to you holding the shirt by the neck, he pulls it over your head, it immediately slides down your body, and you put your arms through.

“no problem, sweetheart.” he says, that gentle tone he always has with you. calum has always had a soft spot for you. you find it endearing how delicate he is with you.

“though i’m excited to see the full outfit later, your outfits are always perfect.” calum says, and you let out a laugh. “thank you. but i think you’re beating me in the outfit department.” you say, looking over calum’s outfit.

he’s wearing a sleeveless top, and a skirt, and has his makeup done. he looks breath taking. “thank you, doll, but not a chance.” he says, slinging an arm over your shoulders.

you both start walking towards the stage area, as the boys are about to go on. “you’re staying on the stage tonight, right?” he asks, and you nod. “yes, off to your side. i’ll be next to you all night.” you say, and he smiles wide.

“i like it when you watch me play. it makes me happy having you right there.” the both of you stop walking, and he gives you a quick hug. “i’ll see you out there, mkay?” you nod against his chest.

“bye cal!” you say as he goes off. you make your way over to where you watch the show from, when you get there, you pull calum’s shirt over your head, tucking it into the side of your skirt.

the band comes out, and the show starts. calum looks over at you often as he moves through the performance. you’re singing along to the songs, dancing around, and watching them perform intently.

soon enough, it’s the end of the show, and they’re playing everyone’s a star. it’s one of your favorites. before the second verse, you see luke walking over to calum.

calum is going to his knees. your jaw drops. he has his bass standing straight up, and he’s looking up at luke, as luke starts singing.

“someone call the bassist, feelin like a god.” you hear luke sing, calum is nodding his head, a very adorning look on his face. your mouth is dropped open, staring at the sight in front of you.

calum stands up toward the end of the verse, locking eyes with you as he’s rising, your breath catches in your throat. the eye contact is intense, then he turns to his microphone.

the show quickly wraps up after, and the second calum gets a chance, he comes right up to you. he immediately gives you a hug, and bring your arms around him. “amazing as always! you guys continue to blow my mind every time.” you say into his chest.

“thanks, doll.” he says, pulling back slightly, keeping an arm around you, as you walk back to his dressing room together. you make it into his dressing room, walking in first, turning around.

you face calum, as he closes the door behind him. his eyes widen as he looks at you. a deep blush creeps onto calum’s face. “i, uh..” you start to mumble. calum’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.

“that shirt looks good on you.” calum suddenly says, and now you’re blushing as well. “thank you, cal.” you manage to get out, words still shaky. he takes a step forward, closing the distance between you two.

“so.. luke’s lyrics change, and then i come back here and see your shirt..” he starts to say, hesitantly. you look up at him, and suck in a breath. “cal-“ you start, and he cuts you off.

“i think it’s really sweet that you did all of that, for me..” he says softly, his hand grabs yours gently, holding it. you look down at your hands, and back up at calum. “i think the boys set us up together..” you whisper.

calum’s eyes go wide. “huh?” he asks, and you look up at him. “michael, uh, found me before the show, told me to wear this shirt, said they had a surprise. i think this is what he meant by that..” you explain.

calum has a shocked expression on his face, his mouth falling open. “i should’ve known they would do something like this.” he whispers, and you shake your head.

“no, i totally think it’s my fault, i, uh, i told luke that i have feelings for you.” you quickly say, and then realize what you said.

“well, the boys have all known for awhile that i’m into you. i guess they got tired of neither of us making a move.” he adds.

the both of you immediately start laughing. “i cannot believe them!” you exclaim, as calum shakes his head. “they’re always up to something..”

the laughter dies down, and you both realize the situation you’re now in. calum still has your hand in his, gently rubbing the back of yours with his thumb. “if it’s okay with you.. i don’t want to waste anymore time, going around this..” calum says, and you quickly nod.

he moves his free hand up, caressing your cheek. his eyes go down to your lips, before meeting yours again. “can i-“ he starts, and you nod again. he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. the kiss is sweet, his thumb rubbing along your cheek.

the kiss starts to deepen, as you and calum end up moving backwards, you hit the couch, which causes you both to topple over. calum’s arms catch around your waist, the two of you falling down next to each other. you start to laugh again, as the door opens.

the boys walk in, seeing you and calum draped over each other, in a fit of laughter. the boys stand in front of the couch, looking at you two. “did our plan work, or are these two idiots still being friends?” ashton asks.

you and calum look up at them, still giggling. calum’s hand is holding onto your thigh, making sure to keep your skirt in place even through the chaos. luke’s eyes go to his hand on you. “yep, our plan worked. congratulations lovebirds!!” luke says, and the other two boys sing their praise.

calum smiles at you, before turning to the boys. “you guys don’t get credit for this, it was all us.” he says, and you nod. “yep, i agree, wholeheartedly.”

michael scoffs. “uhh, absolutely not. this wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t intervened.” he explains.

“whatever dude. now you guys get out of here. we still have stuff to talk about.” calum says, and the boys smirk. “yeah, come on boys, they have to “talk.”” ashton says, the boys giggle and walk out the door. with a mix of “oohs.” and a “use protection” thrown in there, before the door closes behind them.

you and luke have always been best friends. you met early on in his career, and have been inseparable ever since. anywhere luke is, you’re there too.

today you happen to be sitting on the floor of his apartment, eating burgers together. you’re sitting with your legs folded. luke is sitting with his legs out, his drink and fries sitting between his thighs, on the carpet.

“this place is really good, we should get it again soon.” you say, setting your burger down to take a sip of your drink.

“i agree, mine is really good too. you want to trade burgers?” he asks, looking down at yours.

“well, duh. when have we gotten food and not shared?” you laugh, picking your burger up, reaching out to him. the two of you exchange burgers. you immediately take a bite.

“this is really good.” you murmur, as luke sighs, mumbling a “mmmm” after he tried yours. “i’m not giving this back.” you tell him, and he puts yours down. “you absolutely are giving it back.” he immediately starts crawling over his food, and towards you.

you scoot back immediately. “luke! back off, it’s mine now.” you giggle, and he keeps crawling toward you. you continue to scoot back, until your back suddenly hits the couch.

luke comes right in front of you. legs on the outside of yours, kneeling above you, he reaches for his burger.

you lean back, holding it behind your head. he immediately scoots closer, hovering over your lap, reaching over you. he successfully grabs his burger this time.

he leans down, burger in hand, looking at you. you immediately pout. luke just stares at you, and suddenly you realize how close the two of you are. you see him look down at your lips.

“you have uh..” he is staring at the corner of your mouth, suddenly bringing a hand up to cup the side of your face, thumb gently wiping across your bottom lip, lingering for a second.

you simply stare at him, at a loss for words. his hand doesn’t move. his thumb is hovering over your lip, and your faces are inches apart. his eyes are still on your lips.

“woah!” you suddenly hear calum shout. luke immediately falls backwards. “she uh.. ketchup. we were eating burgers.” luke says, gesturing to his burger in his hands.

“gotcha..” calum nods slowly, coming to sit on the couch. “did you get mine? sorry i’m late.” he asks, and luke goes for the bag. “yeah, yeah. it’s in here.” he hands it to calum, returning to where his drink and fries are.

“heyyyyy? you good?” calum is snapping his fingers are you. you immediately shake your head, collecting yourself. “yeah! you just startled me.” you say, crawling back to your food.

luke doesn’t mention it again, and neither do you. you don’t think anything of it, he was wiping your face off, and it was completely normal. calum just walked in at an inconvenient moment. a few seconds later and you would’ve been back to your normal spots on the carpet.

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you and luke are outside, walking side by side. you and the band are in new york at the moment, and it is freezing. you both have heavy coats on, hands in pockets, hoods up.

“it’s colddd. are we almost there?” you ask, looking in front of you as you walk. “yes, it’s just around the corner actually.” he says, and you dramatically sigh in relief.

you and the band are meeting up for lunch, you had spent your morning doing separate things around town, though you and luke spent it together. you’ve been outside for awhile now as you’ve been lingering around the city life.

you finally see the building in sight, not seeing any of the guys standing around the front. “i think we beat them here.” you say, as you two make it to the front of the building.

“i guess we wait.” luke says, stopping beside you. you immediately try to pull your coat up over your face, returning your hands to your pockets. your coat quickly falls back down. “what are you doing?” luke asks, and you sigh.

“my face is cold, and the guys are late!” you exclaim, adding a whine at the end. luke turns toward you, pulling your arm gently, so you’re facing him.

“let me help?” he asks, and you nod. he brings both of his hands up, cupping your face. he rubs his thumbs over your face, starting to warm it up.

“you’re turning pink..” luke whispers, and you lock eyes with him. “i think it’s because you’re rubbing my face.” you say quietly. he nods once.

“am i dreaming or did you two finally get together?” you suddenly hear michael’s voice. luke pulls his hands back, looking at michael. “her face was cold.” he says, and you nod. “it’s actually your fault, you and the rest of the guys are late.” you say in an accusing tone.

“oh quit being a shithead and give me a hug! i haven’t seen you all morning.” michael says, immediately throwing himself onto you. “michaelllll..” you groan, before wrapping your arms around him. “it’s been four hours. i’m only accepting this because i’m super fucking cold.”

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you’re back in LA with the boys, and you’re all at michael’s house. you and the band are in the pool, cooling down from the california heat. you all have water guns and are having a big fight.

you hear calum shriek, after being hit by michael. ashton is against the edge of the pool. you and luke are about 6 feet apart, and he looks like he’s plotting, which isn’t good.

you tuck your water gun in the back of your swim bottoms, and walk your way over to him. “you better not be coming to shoot me.” luke says, eyeing you. you shake your head. “i have a proposition for you..” you say quietly, and he nods.

“i have to whisper it to you, so they don’t hear.” you say quietly, he leans down slightly over you, his is closer to you, and you look up at him. his face is now only a couple inches away from yours. you take a breath.

“we team up, and take out calum and michael. ashton is hiding against the wall. with the both of us teaming together it’ll be so easy to take him out, and then we win.”

luke nods, his nose slightly brushing yours, which makes him stop moving. which means his lips are currently hovering over yours.

“hmm..” you hear quietly, and you look over, seeing ashton closer now, watching you. you quickly pull away from luke, and he turns, seeing ashton. “there goes our plan..” he sighs, before firing his water gun at ashton.

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tonight is the first show of the tour. all of you are really excited. you love coming along, and luke is always really happy, along with the rest of the band. you’re currently sitting on the couch of his dressing room, as he finishes getting ready.

“are you coming out to watch on the side?” he asks, and you eye him. “luke, of course! i literally always do.” you exclaim at him. he turns around to look at you, a nervous look on his face.

“it just really means a lot to me when you’re there.. you know? it doesn’t feel the same without you.” he says gently, looking around the room as he talks. you stand up, walking over to him.

“luke, it means a lot to me to be here. you know how much i love being around to support you. i go to absolutely everything i can.” you say, looking up at him. he has a gentle look in his eyes, as he’s looking down at you.

“not just that. in general, i never feel right when you’re away from me. i don’t feel like myself unless you’re with me..” he says quietly, eyes darting around your face.

“luke..” you start, and he immediately blurts out. “wait, i still have something i need to say.” he says, and you slowly nod. “i, uh, i’ve been trying to kiss you for weeks now.” he rushes out, fragile tone of voice.

you suck in a breath, and then you lock eyes. he looks down at your lips, and then back up at your eyes, just as you’re looking down at his lips. “can i kiss you?” he asks quietly, and you nod once.

his lips slowly press against yours, the kiss is gentle. you move your lips slowly against his mouth, before pressing forward with more pressure. his tongue slides into your mouth, the kiss quickly turning from delicate to passionate.

your hands come up, holding his jaw, thumbs on his face. his hands are on you, one threading through your hair, pulling your head back slightly, the other on your neck.

then, the door opens, and the guys walk in.

“look! we actually interrupted them kissing this time!!!” michael exclaims, looking at calum. you and luke scramble apart.

calum and michael fist bump, and ashton looks over at them. “you guys knew too?” he asks, and they both say yes.

“i walked into luke’s apartment to see him on top of her, talking about ketchup on her face.” calum says.

“i saw them in front of the pizza place in new york.” michael adds on. they both turn to look at ashton.

“i’ve know since the pool day.” ashton finally says.

“guys! stop talking about us! we’re right here!!” you shout. and they all turn towards you. “relax. we’re happy you guys finally figured this out. it’s been years!” michael says, looking between you two.

you and luke turn to look at each other. “how long’s it been for you?” you ask luke. “six years, you?” your eyes widen at him. “luke you waited six years???” you exclaim.

“how long was it for you…” he asks in a low voice. “do you want me to say it out loud?” you reply, in the same low tone. luke groans, and the guys laugh.

“alright lovebirds, enough. it’s showtime baby.” calum says, clapping his hands together once, before opening the door. you look at luke, and he’s already looking at you.