Luke had been staring at you weirdly every few minutes for the past half an hour and it was really starting to creep you out.

Catching him out, you decide to confront him, “What?”

“What?”

“Quit staring at me!”

“I can’t help it.”

“Why? Is it because I’m so utterly gorgeous and irresistible?” you joke, flipping your hair.

He rolled his eyes, “No.”

You throw a cushion at him, hitting him in the chest; “Then why do you keep looking at me?”

“First off; oww! Secondly; do you really need to wear that?”

“Wear what?”

“You know what.”

Your hands immediately go to your head, “But I like bandannas.”

He pulled a face, “Does it really have to be Ashton’s?”

You give him a wicked smile; “Yes.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on your knees and whining your name.

“Lukey,” you imitate him.

He pouts at you, “Take it off.”

You scrunch your nose at him, giggling; “No.”

“Pwease?” he brings his face closer to yours and sticking his bottom lip out a little more.

“Why?”

“Because you love your Lukey.”

“What if I love Ash more?”

He pulls back and his eyes widen as he gives you a sad look.

You laugh and undo the bandanna, gently throwing it at him.

“Does that mean you love me more?”

You steal a quick kiss before pulling back and smiling at him; “Of course I love my Lukey more.”

Mike

“Take it off.”

“What?”

“Take it off,” he points at your upper torso.

“My shirt?”

“Yep; off with it.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because it’s got ‘Hemmings ’96’ written on it.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“You should only be wearing ‘Clifford’ merch.”

You laugh, “Is Mikey jealous?”

“Pft! No…”

Your eyes widen, “You totally are!”

“I am not!”

“Aww! You’re far too cute!” you lunge at him trying to throw your arms around him.

He ducks out of the way laughing; “I’m not cute!”

“I beg to differ.”

“Now who’s cute?”

“Shut it,” you laugh.

Ashton

Ashton furrowed his brow at you. You were blissfully unaware, though, your nose firmly stuck in a good book.

“?” he asked somewhat cautiously. He knew you hated being interrupted when you were reading.

“Yes, Ash?” you looked over the brim of your glasses.

“Why does that hat look familiar?” he gestured at the beanie placed on your head.

You pulled it off of your head to take a better look at it, having not really paid any attention to what it had on it before you’d put it on earlier in the day, “Oh! That’s because it’s Cal’s.”

The lines in his forehead became more prominent, “When did he leave that here?”

“When he stayed over last week,” you replied matter-of-factly as you placed it back on your head and turned your attention back to you book.

Ashton was silent for a while. You continued to read, although not as engrossed as you had previously been. You saw him stand up out of the corner of your eye and stomp out of the room. You looked after him confused as to why your best friend was seemingly upset. Sighing, you tucked your book mark inside the pages you were currently reading and set the book on the couch as you stood up. You followed him out of the door, wondering where she had gone. You found him in the kitchen leaning over the sink, his palms resting on the counter tops either side of it as he rose up on his tip toes and then back down repeatedly.

“Ash? Are you ok?”

He stopped moving, focusing his eyes on the metallic shimmer of the sink; “Do you always have Calum over to stay?” He sounded jealous.

You were slightly taken aback by his tone but decided to answer him honestly, “Sometimes. I like hanging out with him; we have a laugh together.”

“Where does he sleep?”

“We usually end up falling asleep on the couch.”

“Why wasn’t I invited?”

You stared at him. It must’ve been your hearing or your interpreting skills because he could not be jealous. Could he?

“I didn’t think to. He just came over and I didn’t think you’d want to spend the night being bored whilst we played Fifa.”

He turned his body to face you but kept his eyes on the ground, his left hand still placed on the countertop, “You know he fancies you, right?”

You snorted, “Well, if he does then he’s barking up the wrong tree. I like someone else.”

His eyes rolled upwards quickly, landing on yours, “What? When did this happen? How do I not know this?”

“You must be as blind as Cal then, and to answer your question; pretty much since you guys first went on tour.”

“So you met someone when we went away?”

You shook your head, “No.”

His face crumpled in confusion, “Then who do you like?”

“Someone in your band.”

His eyes widened, “You like someone in the band and it’s not Calum? That only leaves Michael and Luke and I’m pretty sure you don’t like any of them like that,” his hands dropped to his sides, smacking off his thighs; “I’m out of options.”

You gave him a small smile as you walked over to him, “No; you’re not. Who’s left, Ash?”

“You don’t like Calum and it’s not Michael or Luke so that… only leaves….”

You nodded encouraging him to go on.

“Me.”

Calum

“Leather looks good on you,” Calum remarked pointing at the jacket you were sporting for your date night. You had seen him wearing his and thought it would be cute to match him by wearing one that he had left at yours before his last tour started.

“Oh, thanks. I think I look good in your clothes.”

His face suddenly turned serious.

“What? Do you not think so? I can go change?”

“No. It’s not that…”

“What’s wrong then?”

“It’s just that…” he averted his gaze to the floor.

You were losing your patience. You were already late as it was, “Calum. Spit it out or we’ll lose our table.”

His voice turned quiet, “It’s Mike’s.”

“Oh,” you walked out of the living room and down the hall to your room.

Calum followed after you, “Where are you going? It’s fine; you didn’t now.” He walked in to find you going through your closet.

“I feel bad now. I’ll find a cardigan or something…” your voice trailed off as you got further into your closet searching for the perfect item of clothing. You pulled out a cardigan to go with your top and jeans, removing the leather jacket and putting it on the bed.

“You don’t have to. It looks good on you.”

You turned to him, putting your hands on his face, “I’m glad that you think so but I think I’ll stick to wearing my own clothing.” You pressed a light kiss to his lips.

You went to take the cardigan off its hanger but Calum stopped you. He rummaged through his pile of clothing that he kept at yours, producing a jacket similar to his own.

“Put this on.”

You took it from him and put it on, fixing the collar, “Better?”

“Much.”