#anonymous requested

“Hey.”  “Hey.”  Your brothers Will and Jay came into Molly’s together. They greated both you and Kelly and sat down at the other side of the table.  “Hey fella’s,” Herrman greated the four of you. “Three beers and a lemon soda for the lady.”  “Thanks Herrman,” it sounds from four mouths.  “Since when do you drink lemon soda?” Jay asks. When he came in, you were able to see that he had his gun with him. Shoot.  “Since I don’t feel up to having wine,” you answer.  “So, why did Jay and I have to come over to Molly’s?” Will asks. “You know it’s game night right?”  Kelly puts his arm around you.  “Well-”  “You’re not pregnant, aren’t you?” Jay asks.  You and Kelly look at each other. Will almost spits out his drink.  “Wait, you’re pregnant?!” He almost yells through the bar. You start to laugh and Kelly presses a kiss against your cheek. “Surprise!” You say. Will starts to embrace you with a big smile on his face while Jay congratulates Kelly.  “Congrats man. You better be taking good care of her from now on.”  “Always.”  A few seconds later, Will completely starts drowning you in a “big brother who is a doctor and knows it better talk,” while Jay talks to Kelly about other stuff.  This went better then you imagined. Way better. It made you feel good. 

Today is the day you’d introduce your long-term boyfriend to your parents. With him being away on tour so much and your parents living in Argentina still, it has been hard to find a perfect time to fly to Argentina and have a couple of days with your parents. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Your parents weren’t too fond of your relationship with Ashton yet as they only ever read things online and in magazines about him and they weren’t too positive.  “Aye, mamíta!” your mother exclaims when she sees you on her front porch. She embraces you tightly. “Entrar! Entrar!” she says, pointing past the front door. You and Ashton follow her inside, you shutting the door behind your boyfriend.  “Mamí, papí, es Ashton, mi novio. (Mom, dad, this is Ashton, my boyfriend) Ash, my parents,” you introduce him to your parents.  “Encantada de conocerte, señor y señorita Y/L/N, (It’s nice to meet you, mister and misses (Y/L/N)” Ashton says shaking your parents’ hands. You’re a little surprised by how good his Spanish is.  “Nice to meet you too, Ashton,” your father says with a smile.  “Come! Sit! Sit! Tell me about LA!” your mother goes on. Three of you sit down on the sofa while your mother goes off to fill up four glasses of wine. We talk about LA, Ash talks about his job and my parents ask him a massive amount of questions. But I can feel they’re warming up to him.  “Y/N told me you were in a band?” your mother asks him, and you can feel the judgement in her tone.  “Mamí, no,” you tell her, but Ashton puts his hand on your knee, making you feel a little better about it, just like he is. “Yes, I am,” he replies with a smile. That beautiful smile you fell in love with on the first day you met him.  “What is it like?” she then continues.  “Exhausting, most of the time. It really is, but it’s rewarding at the same time,” he replies honestly. You loved that quality about him; he was always honest.  “The money you mean?” the judgemental tone becomes more and more aparent and it’s bugging you, but it doesn’t seem to bother Ash that much.  “I mean, sure... But the money isn’t everything. It’s the fans and the fact that they support us, no matter what. We went on a three year hiatus and they still came back when we came out with new music after said hiatus. They promote our stuff sometimes better than our promotional team and their stories about we somehow saved them from a dark period in their life. That’s what’s really rewarding. The money is just a really nice bonus,” he explained that perfectly. Your mom’s judgemental expression faded and a smile appeared instead.  “That’s beautiful,” mom says and you can tell she now definitely approves of Ashton. He’s nothing like what they make him seem in the magazines.  “So, what are your plans for the future with my daughter?” dad then starts his questioning. I can’t help but let out a groan.  “Dad!” I say, making him stop. And he does. We continue to talk about life in general instead and about my cringy teenage years. All in alll, the first meeting with my parents went a lot better than I anticipated. And Ashton thought so too.  “Your parents were lovely, (Y/N),” Ashton says when you’re lying in your bed at your parents house.  “They were judging you, but in the end, yeah, they were fine,” you say as you snuggle closer to him.  “They were lovely. As are you,” he tell you before kissing you on the head. With a content feeling you fall asleep in the arms of the person you loved the most in the old bedroom you used to lock yourself up in. Away from your parents. Away from the world. But now, Ashton was your world and there was no point into hiding from him. 

“I’ve never actually been to the Seychelles,” Calum starts the conversation as the both of you sit down in a booth at the diner he’d picked out for the two of you. You are currently on your first ever date with Calum Hood. You met him the other night at a party of one of your college friends. You came to LA as an Erasmus student to study Law here instead of at home in the Seychelles. You never intended on going on dates as you just wanted to focus on your studies, but when Calum asked you out on a date, you just couldn’t say no to him. Not to those gorgeous deep brown eyes and the beautiful smile. It just seemed merely impossible.  “It’s not really that popular for tourists,” you tell him with a smile as you look over your menu. You order something to eat and drink before resuming your conversation. “It’s sad because it’s a wonderful country,” you explain, your mind wandering off to the beautiful beaches, the wonderful weather and your family. You did miss them a lot.  “What language do they speak? African?” he asks, wondering out loud.  “No, our official languages are English and French, some speak Seychelles Creole or Seselwa,” you explain to him, surprised he wants to know so much, “But I was never taught any Creole or Seselwa. I really want to though,” you say with a smile. Your grandmother speaks fluently Seselwa and you’ve always admired it, but your mom and dad kept that from you. Besides the easy words like ‘yes’ and ‘no’. But other than that, you were just taught French and English. Calum nods his head while thinking of another question.  “What about the weather? Is it warm there all year round?” you nod your head.  “Yeah, it’s around 29 degrees Celsius all year ‘round. Never goes beneath 24, never above 34. So, it’s pretty nice,” you explain, remembering those lessons you got in school about the weather. You had to study it by heart for a test back then and still somehow remembered this.  “That’s so nice!” Calum exclaims, “Tell me more, tell me more!” he almost sounds like either a Grease song or a child wanting to hear more about Santa Claus. You laugh a little before telling the boy more about where you come from. You talk about this Erasmus adventure and how you got here. And he really listens. He listens so intently, you’re scared he might actually hear your heart nearly beating out of your chest. It’s like he wants to know your soul, your heart, your everything. It feels like such a fresh breath of air to get to know someone like this and to find someone who is as interested in you as you are in him.  “You really should take me with you when you go back home,” he tells you at the end of your date as he pays the bill. You had insisted on splitting, but he ignored it and just paid it for you.  “Take me on six more dates and I might,” you say, a sly smirk on your face. You really do want him to take you on more days. This was so refreshing and so much fun. You got to know him and Australia a lot more. He even talked a little about his darkest days a couple of years ago when he was really burnt out from all the traveling and the pressure from the public eye.  “Ah, you’ve got a don’t-take-dates-home-after-the-first-date-policy?” he asks as he puts his wallet in his pocket again. The two of you get up from the booth and walk outside.  “Not if my home is more than sixteen-thousand kilometers away from here,” you reply wittily. Calum laughs a little as he leads you towards his car. You’d agreed on going back to his place to hang out for a while. You felt confident and relaxed around Calum. Enough for him to take you home.  “Oh, yeah, makes sense,” he says with an amused smile on his face. He opens the passenger’s door for you and shuts it once all of your limbs are inside. He jogs to the other side and gets in behind the wheel.  “You really did make me curious about the Seychelles, Y/N. I really want to go there now,” he says while starting the car.  “I will take you someday, I promise,” you tell him. The smile on your face stays for hours on end. You like Calum. You like the vibe he gives off and the happiness he radiates. You like his humor and his sentiment. You like how much he cares about family and even about you after knowing one another for like a day. You really are hoping to take him to your home country one day.