#5sosblurb

summary: it's your first valentines day in a relationship and you're super excited. however, everything that could go wrong - did. and your boyfriend doesn't even seem to remember it's valentines day…or does he?

warnings: swearing, super duper cheesy…like extremely cheesy

a/n: heyyyy how y'all doing? happy valntyne's day, lovers! i randomly got this idea listening to valentine and luckily Cal won the twitter poll bc i lowkey wanted him to win it all along oops lol. anyways (as always) thank you to my amazing editor and to you guys reading this! i hope you enjoy and that you had a great valentines day !

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This is just a quick little blurb that I wrote that was inspired by pink haired Calum since we never saw it. 

Words: 800

The music video for 'Wildflower' was set to be filmed in a few days. To add to the theme Andy wanted to go with, Luke decided to bleach his hair and Calum thought, why not dye mine pink?

So there you were in the hair dye aisle of the closest store to your house picking out the best toners and bleach you could find. "What if you went full on pink?" you laughed, picking up the bottle that had the most neon pink you had ever seen. "You know thats not really what I had in mind," he giggled and picked up a pastel pink bottle instead.

"Boring," you said putting the other one back. "Well maybe once you're done dyeing my hair I can dye yours that color?" he asked. "Hmm I think I'll pass," you leaned up kissing his cheek and walked past him out of the aisle before he came up with some remark.

He followed you to the checkout line and you scanned all the items you needed. By the time you made it back home, it was already getting late and you were prepared for the process to take a while having bleached his hair a couple times before.

You went upstairs to the main bathroom and started setting up all the bottles you needed and pulled up a chair for him while he changed into sweatpants and a tank top. "You better not mess this up," he teased before sitting down. "Well if you wanted this done perfectly you would've gone to a salon," you pointed out before you started adding the developer to his hair.

He started making faces at you through the mirror and you couldn't help but laugh. "Stop it or one side of your head will end up lighter than the other." You switched over to the bleach and started brushing it through.

You circled him to stand between his legs so you could do the front strands of his hair easier. He reached up holding your hips making you giggle, "Calum stop distracting me," you said pushing his hands back down. "I'm just touching," he shrugged and moved his hands up your legs back onto your hips. You giggled shaking your head and moved back from him "Now we have to wait for it to lighten up," you said and set a timer on your phone.

"Well if we have time," he said pulling you back in between his legs. You laughed as he pulled you onto his lap so you straddled him. "I guess we do," you smiled as he leaned in to kiss you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and careful to avoid his hair, you kissed him back.

He squeezed your waist moving his hand up to push your hair back as he deepened the kiss. You pulled him closer to you as his other hand moved down to your ass and you moaned his name into the kiss.

He pulled back and started kissing along your jaw. You tilted your head to allow him more access as he kissed down your neck sucking at all of your weak spots. Just as he made his way down to your collarbone your alarm started ringing, pulling you back into reality. He groaned in frustration but let you stand up.

You had him tilt his head back into the sink as you rinsed out all of the bleach. Once his hair was blow dried it was back to the bleach blonde that you had grown so fond of.

"Did you miss my blonde hair?" he laughed, obviously seeing the look you were giving him. "You know I did," you said as you put on a new pair of gloves and opened the hair dye bottle.

After you applied it all to his hair and made sure it was even, since he kept trying to distract you, you set another timer and started cleaning up the bathroom to keep yourself occupied. And despite all his whining you managed to get it done just as your timer went off and he had to get in the shower.

You were laying on the bed scrolling through you phone while you waited for him to be done. A few minutes later he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Your eyes scanned up to his hair as he stepped up closer. "What do you think?" he asked. You sat up kneeling on the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around his neck, "You look very sexy," you giggled and he wrapped his arms around your waist, "You think so?" he asked.

The breeze felt cold against Luke’s rosy cheeks as he stared at the city lights, bottle of whiskey in his hand ready to warm him up. He watched the people walk along the pavement; watched the seemingly small cars drive down congested motorways; watched the traffic lights change from green to red to green again; watched the restaurants and shops close down for the night. He watched everyone else live their normal and mundane lives; wondering what the hell he had been doing with his for the past few months. He turned away from the window with a defeated sigh, taking a couple steps forwards before crashing down on his king-sized bed. He watched the whiskey spill onto her side of the duvet too.

‘Her side.’ Luke mentally scolded himself for thinking that, knowing well that both sides now belonged to him. The green mug she just always had to have for her morning coffee, his. The bright paintings she had excitedly bought to decorate and bring life to the apartment’s walls, his. The striped cushion on the sofa that she often held against her chest, silently claiming it as her own, his. And despite all of the times he had reminded himself over and over that she was gone, he couldn’t stop thinking of their lives as intertwined.

Petunia padded into the room and climbed onto the bed, settling her body beneath the arm he had raised for her to do so. Luke stroked her back in hopes to bring her the comfort she so effortlessly brought him. He was grateful for Petunia. He grabbed her pillow, slightly disappointed because it no longer carried the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo, and rested beneath his head for comfort. Petunia nuzzled herself against him, earning a kiss to the top of her head.

The apartment was silent and Luke hated it. He missed the noise that came with her. Her footsteps around the house; the loud chatter from the tv shows she used to watch in the living room, claiming she needed to be able to hear the most subtle of sounds to get the full experience of the scene. Her laughter down the hallway. Her voice telling him to dance with her in the kitchen. Instead, all he could hear was the traffic coming from the window he had forgotten to shut.

Luke finally got up to close it, fed up of the cold he was letting into his home. He grabbed his phone to play a song, any song, to finally rid the room of the silence that tormented him. In a moment of rash irrationality, Luke found himself dialing her number instead. The palms of his hands felt clammier by the second as he listened to the phone ring repeatedly. His chest filled with a nervous swarm of butterflies as he heard her voice tell him to ‘leave a message after the beep,’ the first time he had heard her speak in the year he had spent without her.

A/N: this is not proofread pure fluff

Taking Luke to your cold ass hometown had seemed like a brilliant idea when you thought of it. And it had been for the first week when Luke was enchanted by the snow covered branches and you with snow in your hair.

However the weather had turned, and going outside for a walk is out of the question for Luke with the slippery ice and the har winds. You wanted to make the best out of the time you had with Luke.

So you have the cabin you rented lit up with candles and a fire in the fireplace going. When Luke comes out to the tiny living room of the tiny cabin he stopps dead in his tracks. You are standing infront of the stove with one of his hoodies that he brought, jeans and with long knitted socks pulled over the jeans.

Luke himself is covered in a knit sweater you got him for christmas, as well as a pair of sweatpants. Like you he had stuffed his pants into a pair of knit socks.

A small portable speaker was playing slow music in the living room, so you didn’t hear him enter, until he stood behind you and breathed a little “boo” into your ear. It caused you to turn and look at him with a mock stern face. As usual the facade fades once he gives you one of his goofiest smiles.

“Morning sleepy”, you smile at him.

You lean into him snf wrap your arms around his waist, feeling at peace. Luke gives you a squeeze before he turns the cheese toasties you have been making in the pan.

The dark outside has wrapped the cabin into a private buble you always wanted in your busy life with Luke, while the wind makes itself known across every creek and nook of the creaky old building.

“Wanna eat these cheese toasties or not?”, Luke asks of course he’s not tired, he’s just woken up from a nap.

“Yeah, I’ve made a little space in front of the fireplace”, you answer, as he starts reaching around the kitchen for plates and cutlery, moving as minimally, not wanting you to move.

“Okay, you’re gonna have to let go now”.

With a pull on his neck he bends down and lets you kiss him briefly, before walking to the fireplace. You sit down on the blanket covered floor and watch Luke as he hands you one of the plates.

“This is more than I could have ever asked for Y/N. Really I love this.”

Your heart melts at how soft he is being.

“No worries Lu, of course I’d do this for you.”

“M Jealous,” I drunkenly mumbled into Luke’s shoulder as the car rolled along the road.

Luke laughed and turned his head to look at me.

“Yeah?” He questioned, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “Jealous of what babes.” He finished rubbing my arm in an affectionate manner.

“Your hair, it’s so pretty.”

I lifted my hand to run my hand through his blonde curls, his eyes closing in enjoyment. Lu was always one to like to get his hair played with. Always loving people running their fingers through it, or simply twirling the ends.

“You have pretty hair too, love. Maybe I’m jealous of such long locks?” Luke playfully said, causing me to roll my eyes at his statement.

“False, my hair is so boring. Your hair is just like honey.” My voice started to get sleepy as the car radio lulled me to sleep.

“Damn, she really is hammered. Didn’t think she would actually let loose.” Calum spoke from beside me, his lips quirking into a smirk in enjoyment.

“New years parties, are my parties. I’m what makes them fun in the first place! Also, your worse off then I am Calum.” I retorted back causing both the tall boys to laugh beside me.

“I think It’s time to get you to bed. Both of you to bed” Luke spoke at us, the car coming to a halt in front of the large apartment building.

Luke went to go pick me up but I brushed him off, pulling myself out of the car with Luke standing idly from beside me his arms out in case he needed to help me. Before we could make it inside I stopped on the sidewalk and sat down, pulling my shoes off my feet and moaning at the feeling of my feet being free. Instead of carrying the shoes myself, I set them into Luke’s hand smiling evilly at him.

“Seems as if your just using me?” He asked, reaching down to pull me up onto my feet.

“Your right, I only stay with you because of Jack. He's a keeper.”

Luke playfully gasped from beside me, mocking fake offense as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders acting as if he was going to cry into my shoulder.

“Luke I can barely stand by myself, get off.”

It was too late before we both went tumbling to the ground, my body falling on top of Luke’s. I let out a groan at the hit, his hands placed firmly on my hips. We heard a camera shutter from beside me and Luke’s head snapped quickly to the sound of the noise, looking to yell at someone. Only to see Calum with his phone in his hand, and a cheeky grin on his face.

Luke and I quickly got up after that, our breaths heavy from the fall.

“I’d expect myself to be loud, and obnoxious. Yet it was the sober one that made all the noise” Calum teasingly said, walking ahead of us to Luke and I’s apartments.

Before anybody could react, Calums feet had slipped beneath him and he was falling into the ground a loud groan falling from his lips, while Luke and I left out a loud laugh. “Now who’s the loud and obnoxious one?” Luke teased helping his friend up from the ground.

Calum let out a whine and clung onto me, while Luke rolled his eyes as he put the key into our door, swinging it open and making sure we got in before he shut the door.  Calum and I drunkenly stumbled to the couch, his body falling heavily on top of mine as I let out a loud groan.

“Oi, Cal. That's my girlfriend get off.” Luke yelled pulling Calum up to his feet for the second time that night and leading him down the hallway to the guest bedroom.  

Luke gave me a pointed look as if telling me to sit there and not move so I didn’t cause a drunken mess before he disappeared into the guest room with Calum. He came out not even 10 minutes later, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he ran his hand through his curls. “Your turn.” He spoke lifting me up bridal style and carrying me to our room.  

He set a glass of water on the nightstand beside the bed and set me down, instructing me to drink some as he walked to the dresser to grab my pajamas.  I was only able to take a sip before he was back in front of me and changing me into comfy clothes.      

“Happy New Year Lu,” I mumbled into the pillow my eyes dropping shut.

yes i can babes x

so i m a g i n e just sitting at the center edge of the King-sized bed in the dark. You got it especially done with specific egg-white sheets and rose petals sprawled all about it. You had flown very long hours from home to surprise your baby with yourself present in his hotel. You knew Calum was having a rough time, what with the tour being back on and attempting to get out of his vacation mode. So you had made a few calls with the other boys and here you were in his suite. 

“…Ah man, see you guys in a sec,” Calum’s voice quickly sounded through the door, having you sit up anxiously as the key card beeped in confirmation and the door quickly flung open. Calum obliviously turned on the lights and closed the door, only walking a few steps in before his chocolate eyes landed on your entity and widened. “Oh shit!” Calum exclaimed, flinching at first before his shoulders eased and his eyes were suddenly more brilliant. 

“Hi, baby,” you hummed, standing up to present yourself fully to the boy, having his eyes scan you up and down. 

“O-oh, shit,” he struggled out, his bottom pump lip hanging as he stared at you. You had went through his luggage and discarded all of your clothing off your body to select one of his shirts. And, of course, you chose the Maine shirt, the navy blue shirt complimenting your body lovingly. It was barely snug, hanging loosely as it was much too large for you. “Y/N, d-don’t tell me…” 

Your hands crawled down your body to the hem of the shirt, raising it up to display your bare lower body to your astonished boyfriend. “Mhm,” you hummed, watching Calum’s cheek flare up in a rouge tint as his calloused, throbbing fingers began to twitch with desire. You knew he wanted to just grab you, but he wanted your consent. So you brought your arms up, making you open and mumbled, “come and get it, baby boy.” 

Immediately, Calum lunged at you, his jawline sharp and tense as his large hands gripped your waist. You could feel his fingertips dent into your flesh, definitely prepared to cause bruises as he pressed his forehead against yours. “What’s my beautiful ray of sunshine doing here?” Calum whispered curiously, his brown eyes wide and gleaming as he heavily breathed upon your lips. You could feel his curls tickling your forehead but didn’t react as you were too preoccupied with the feeling burning in your chest over your boyfriend in the flesh. 

“Missed you,” you admitted easily. “Wanted to see my baby– heard he’s been a little stressed out.” He looked at you– God, which such a stare that could make it rain over droughts and keep the glaciers from melting. 

“How’re you real?” Calum breathed, pulling you close to press your body against his board-like one, “how’re you real and so completely mine?” Keep it rhetorical, Calum quickly smashed his lips on yours and allowed his hands to crawl down your bare ass, more than prepared to fuck you in just his shirt alone.