5SOS Preference #62: She Looks So Perfect (His POV)

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Ashton: You look so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear. And I know now that I’m so down”

I groaned, feeling the warm rays of the sunlight on my face. I pulled the covers closer to myself, rolling over as I really didn’t want to wake up right now. I heard footsteps, before feeling some weight on the other side of the bed. Despite my unwillingness to wake up really early, I couldn’t resist her - I could never ever resist her and everything she does. I rolled over once more, and I opened one to see her staring at me with a huge grin on her face. She looks absolutely gorgeous even when she has bed hair, she was still so perfect. “Good morning,” I greeted her with a smile, pulling her by the arm and into my chest. She giggled, pushing me off as she looked into my eyes. “Ashton, you need to wake up. It’s like eleven o’clock in the morning,” she says. I know that I’m gonna meet the boys in the studio in about an hour or so, but I can’t be fucked to do that right now. Not when I have this beautiful girl in front of me, smiling and laughing like the complete angel she was. “I don’t care,” I mumbled into her hair as I rested my head on top of hers. She groaned, finally succeeding in pushing me off of her. She stood up and turned to me, a huge grin on her beautiful face. I sat up, eyeing her as she stood there in front of me - she was clad in a black Paramore band tee, as well as my American Apparel underwear. And let me tell you, she looked so fucking perfect in my American Apparel underwear - she looks perfect everytime, but something about seeing her in my own underwear just drives me crazy. She started to walk away, but I hurriedly pushed myself off the bed and grabbed her, swinging her body over my shoulder. She squealed as I did, hitting my back with her fists as I began to walk back to the bed. “Ashton, put me down!” She yelled, trying to sound angry but I could tell she was trying her best to stop herself from laughing. “As you wish,” I laughed as  I threw her onto the bed, making both the bed and her body bounce on it. She glared at me and pulled me onto the bed, straddling me as I laid down on the covers, “That was really mean of you Ash,” she pouted as she leaned into my face. She smirked, moving near my ear as she whispered, “Do you like seeing me in your underwear?” Her words actually left my heart racing, as much as I’d want to deny it to her face, she was actually right - I loved seeing her in my underwear. It made me feel really happy, but at the same time, it was really hot and all I wanted to do right now was to rip my underwear off her body and repeat everything that happened last night. I flipped her over so I was now straddling her and leaned in, supporting my body weight with my hands. “I fucking love seeing you in my underwear,” A smirk played on my lips as I glanced onto the alarm clock on my nightstand. I turned back to her, and used my left hand to brush the hair out of her face. My smirk turned into a smile, “I still have about fourty minutes. Wanna go again?”

Michael: "Your lipstick stain is a work of art, I got your name tattooed in an arrowed heart. And I know now that I’m so down"

I couldn’t help myself around her, I never could. Everything about her was just absolutely mesmerizing - the way she would swing her hips to the music, the way she would laugh when she found something funny, the way her lips would curl up at the mere mention of my name. Yes, my name - sometimes I just can’t believe that she’s my girlfriend and that I actually have the right to call her mine. I would often get those butterflies whenever I think about the two of us, even if we’ve been together for almost a month now. She still makes my knees weak and I still do get nervous around her, because she was so damn perfect. I pulled her into me, making her erupt into a fit of giggles. She peered into my eyes, and a chuckle escaped my lips as I found myself staring into those beautiful eyes of hers, I swear I could get lost in them forever. She leaned in, pressing a kiss onto my cheek and pulled away after a few seconds. “You got lipstick on your face,” she giggled, poking my left cheek, where she left her lipstick stain. She was about to wipe it away though, so I grabbed her wrist with a shake of my head, “I don’t want you wiping it off, because your lipstick stain is a work of art,” She withdrew her hand away, and looked at me as if I was crazy, “That’s so freaking poetic Michael, you should definitely write a song about my lipstick stain,” she joked, letting out an adorable laugh as she did. I bit down on my bottom lip, an idea already forming in my head about this joke of hers. Actually, this was a pretty good idea - I think the lads will love a song about a girl’s lipstick stain or something, or maybe about getting a mixtape from ninety-four. That sounds pretty punk rock, if you ask me. “Maybe I will,” I smirked as I pulled her closer, leaving absolutely between our bodies. I leaned into her, taking in her scent of strawberries and vanilla, a smile forming on my lips as I did. It’s amazing how I know these things about her, including the way she smelled, the way she tastes, the way her hand feels in mine. Seemed kinda creepy, but I don’t give a fuck - it’s her, I don’t really mind because it’s her. “Hey,” I said, pulling my sleeve slightly to reveal one of my new tattoos. I actually got her name tattooed in an arrow heart about a week before I came back, because I couldn’t take missing her. And now that I have her name tattooed on my arm, it’s like I’m taking a part of her with me, everywhere I go. Once she laid her eyes on it, her eyes widened in shock, a gasp escaping her lips as her hand flew to her mouth, “Michael,” she reaches her other hand out and began to run her fingers onto the inked part of my arm. She fixes her gaze onto me again, a concerned look replacing the surprised expression she wore a few seconds before, “Did it hurt? Are you okay?” She was so adorable, I reached up to ruffle her hair with a laugh, “Of course it hurt, you dummy. But I don’t care, it feels like I have a part of you with me everywhere I go.” She pulled her hand away from my arm and shook her head, “I will always be a part of you, Michael.” She pressed the tips of her fingers onto my left chest with a smile. “You already have my heart,” She kisses my lips softly, before pulling away with a huge smile on her beautiful face. “Dummy. And I never want my heart back, it’s yours forever.”

Calum: "While I was out I found myself alone just thinking, if I showed up with a plane ticket and a shiny diamond ring with your name on it, would you wanna run away too? Cause all I really want is you"

I knocked on her door, taking in a deep breath as I awaited the moment she would answer the door. I didn’t know what came over me today, honestly. This afternoon, I thought of a really crazy idea - I was sitting alone in the studio, scrolling through my timeline as I waited for Ashton to finish recording his part. While I was scrolling through the tweets, a particular one caught my eye - it was the lyrics to All Time Low’s song Somewhere in Neverland. A smile formed on my lips as I read the tweet in my head, 'Wendy run away with me, I know it sounds crazy. Don't you see what you do to me?' My mind then began to wander off, thinking about what would happen if I ever asked her to run away with me like that. Running away with her, with no care in the world would be really cool. It would be just the two of us, alone in some weird place we’ve never been yet and if I’m lucky, the people there wouldn’t recognize me at all, and we can roam around the city in peace, without any people to bother us or give us weird looks as we pass by. I didn’t know what came over me, I sat up straight and thought it was a great idea. Both of us needed a break from everything - the media, the fans, the drama and all the judgment. Once I finished recording in the studio, I hurriedly made my way to the nearest travelling agency to book the soonest flight to France, the first country I thought of at the top of my head. I remembered that time she told me about wanting to go to Paris before she died, and I wanted to take her there as soon as possible. After booking the tickets, I made my way to the nearest trinket shop - I didn’t really have enough money for a real one, but I bought a plastic diamond ring and thanked the shopkeeper. I pocketed the tickets in my jean pocket, and held onto the small plastic ring in my hand, driving off to her apartment to ask her to run away with me. And here I am now, standing in front of her front door, taking deep breaths when I heard the footsteps draw closer. She opened the door and a smile was plastered onto her face, making my heart skip a beat, “Calum, what are you doing here?” She asked, sounding surprised seeing me standing here right now. I pulled her in my arms and sighed, “I just wanted to ask you something,” She wrapped her arms around me and exhaled, burying her head into my chest as she did. “Go ahead,” she says, making me pull away from our embrace. I took the plane tickets I just purchased from my pocket, showing it to her, as well as the ring I bought an hour ago. “I know this sounds really crazy and unexpected but,” I knelt down on one knee, her eyes widening as she watched my movements carefully. “I want you to run away with me. To Paris,” I held the tickets and the ring in my hands, as she shook her head. Her mouth was still agape, and she couldn’t find the words to say, but instead, she pulled me up and planted her lips on mine. Her kiss felt different - it felt needy, fast and it felt amazing, I could feel the familiar sparks inside my head when our lips moved in sync together. She pulled away, slightly breathless as she nodded rapidly, “Yes Calum. I’ll run away with you,” My eyes widened when her reply escaped her lips, and I laughed, wrapping my arms around her as I whispered how much I love her, over and over in her ear.

Luke: "I made a mixtape straight out of ‘94, I’ve got your ripped skinny jeans lying on the floor. And I know now that I’m so down"

I was awoken by the sound of an old song playing in the background. I chuckled, remembering the mixtape I made out of ninety-four, and figured she must be the one who played it. My eyes fluttered open, welcoming the sunlight streaming in from the windows. I groaned, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes as I sat up, removing the covers from my body. I looked around the room, frowning at the absence of a certain girl, but a smile made it’s way onto my face when my eyes landed on the said girl’s ripped skinny jeans on the floor of my bedroom. My feet landed on the ground, and I stood up to walk out of my own room. I could faintly smell bacon being cooked from the kitchen, and I followed the mouthwatering scent of the bacon. When I reached the kitchen, my eyes landed on her figure - she was standing in front of the stove, cooking the bacon in a pan. I watched as she placed the bacon onto a plate and set it onto the dining table, grinning as she examined her own cooking. She skipped back to the stove, putting more bacon onto the pan as she continued to cook. I took this opportunity to sneak up from behind her, and once I was directly behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing a few kisses onto her neck. I heard her adorable giggle as she nudged me with her elbow, “Luke, it tickles,” she says. I chuckled, knowing that my warm breath on her skin gave her goosebumps, and I smiled when I was exactly right because there were goosebumps all over her arm. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” I replied, as I stopped peppering kisses on her neck. I rested my head onto her shoulder instead and continued watching her cook the bacon. A few minutes later, she finished cooking the last of the bacon and set the pieces of bacon onto another plate, placing it on the dining table as well. I wrapped my arms around her once more, smiling as she turned around to look at me. She wore a huge smile on her face as well, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, beginning to play with the ends of my hair. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” She asked, and I pulled a thinking face to tease her a little bit. “I don’t think I have, can you please remind me?” She rolled her eyes at my response, but there was still that smile on her face. She attached her soft lips onto mine, and those familiar fireworks began to explode in my head one by one. I can never get tired of those sparks, and I can never get used to them. I pulled away slightly, blowing on her face with a laugh, “Now I remember.” I chuckled, before reattaching my lips onto hers, my heart breating loudly inside of my chest.







A fan narration of Augustus Waters’s letter to Peter Van Houten.


I tried hard not to reblog this, when it first started I was not at all taken with it. But the longer you listen, the more softened his voice becomes, the more real it feels. By the time he is talking about holding her hand I was in tears. It was Gus, it was him speaking and it just hurt so bad that now I am sitting here in tears wondering what notes he had written for Hazel’s eulogy.

This is why I love fanart so much, in all its varying forms. Seeing people understand and portray the characters so brilliantly takes my breath away. This is wonderful- guaranteed to make you cry if you loved Augustus like I did. A lovely performance. 

This sounded so real, oh my, I’m crying now, bless whoever did this, it’s absolutely briliant.