40# All About Us /Song Preference
A/n - oh woaw, this one is long, bc I love you guys
Take my hand, I’ll teach you to dance.
I’ll spin you around, won’t let you fall down.
Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet.
Give it a try, it’ll be alright
You were going to teach your boyfriend how to ballroom dance. You had anticipated a struggle, but the mess you were experiencing wasn’t going as smoothly as it should’ve. Your feet were bruised, and Luke still had to look at his feet to take even a single step. “Luke, it’s literally just stepping in the shape of a box.” You say watching him bite his lip in frustration as he steps with the wrong foot yet again. “Yeah, but it’s confusing. I’ve never done this before.” He steps on your foot again, and you flinch. He looks up at you. “Sorry.” You laugh. “Luke, are you even trying?” “I swear I am, (y/n), I’m just having a bit of trouble controlling my legs.” Luke says, sighing in defeat. “Well, you do have a lot to handle, considering you’re like 70% leg.” Luke laughs. He grabs your hand and puts his other hand just below your shoulder blade. “I am going to get this, no matter how long it takes. I will dance day and night until i get it right. I know how much this ball thing means to you and your parents.” You lean into his chest. “That’s really sweet, but it’s okay. I don’t think my parents will mind that much if you can’t do a box step.” Luke stands up straight. “But you will mind, and I am not going to admit defeat. Please, just help me learn.” You sigh and put your hand back into his and place your other hand on his shoulder. “Okay, but every time you step on my feet that’s one less kiss for you.” You say and he smiles. He managed to only add two more bruises to the collection on your feet, but he did try his best.
Calum:(coming out as a couple)
The room’s hush hush and now’s our moment.
Take it in, feel it all and hold it
Eyes on you, eyes on me.
We’re doing this right.
Your palms are sweating as you pace around the living room, waiting for Calum to come downstairs. You finally hear his feet coming quickly and lightly down the stairs. “Calum, I don’t think I can do this.” You turn and see your boyfriend standing at the bottom of the stairs with a small and pitiful smile. “(y/n), I know you’re nervous but we’ve waited so long, four months to be exact, and I don’t think I can wait any longer.” You sigh, realizing that you’ve come so far, too far to turn back. You wanted the fans to know; they deserved to know. But you were afraid of what they would say, what they would think, how they would react. What if they thought you weren’t pretty enough? What if they thought you were boring? What if they thought you were only holding Calum back? What if they didn’t like you at all? What if all you got was hate? “I’m just really nervous.” You say, letting your head sit in your hands. You sigh loudly, and feel Calum’s hand on your back as he pulls you into a hug. “I know. I am, too. But I was nervous about you meeting the boys. In fact, I thought you and Ashton would absolutely hate each other, but now he’s like a brother to you. I love you, and the fans will, too.” He kisses your forehead. “But what if they don’t, Calum?” “If they don’t like you, they can suck it up and deal with it because I do like you.” He laughs quietly. “Now c’mon, babe, let’s go. The fans await.” You both begin to walk to the front door, and Calum turns around and grabs your hand. “But they will love you.” He gives you a quick peck on the lips. As you walk out the door, you fill your head with encouraging thoughts and put on a smile. When meeting fans, you were yourself, and they loved it. You were sweet, and smiles all around. Long story short, you became another icon to the 5sos fam.
Michael:(first dance at your wedding reception)
‘Cause lovers dance when they’re feeling in love
Spotlight’s shining. It’s all about us
It’s oh, oh, all
About uh, uh, us
And every heart in the room will melt
This is a feeling I’ve never felt
But it’s all about us
You lean your forehead against Michael’s, and take the moment in. You are looking into his eyes, and he is smiling at you softly. Your song is playing in the background. You are surrounded by people you love. You have the perfect dress, the perfect husband, the perfect wedding. It all went of without a hitch and you could be more relieved. Now, you just have to look forward to being with the man you love. Michael is watching you with admiration and fondness, and he smiles a little bigger.
“I’m so excited to live the rest of my life with you.” He whispers. You smile as a camera flashes.
“I can’t wait to show these pictures to our kids someday.” He says. You laugh a little. “They won’t believe your hair.” Michael laughs as you both sway to the music. He looks to the side.
“Oh, god.” He says and chuckles. “What?” You say, slightly confused. “The boys are being weird.”
You look over to the side of the dance floor where Calum, Luke, and Ashton are watching. Luke is giving you the thumbs up, Ashton is making kissy faces, and Calum is making the sex sign with his hands. Even in their mid twenties, the boys still aren’t completely grown. You chuckle. “They’re your friends. You basically chose them so don’t complain.” “They’re not my friends; they’re my brothers…. And you’re my wife. God, I can actually say that now. We’re not just dating, or even engaged. We’re married.” Michael leans into you and you rest your head on his shoulder.
“I love you so much.” He whispers in your ear. “I love you, too.”
Do you hear that love? They’re playing our song
Do you think we’re ready? Oh, I’m really feeling it
Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?
Ashton kisses you roughly and pushes you against the wall. You don’t kiss back, and he stops, confused. “What’s wrong?” He asks. “Ash, I-I justs don’t know if I’m ready yet, for this.” You struggle to say it and look away from him. He puts his hand on your cheek. “(y/n), we don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t want to force you into it.” “I want to but…” You let your voice trail off, not wanting to say the words on your lips. You were scared, nervous. You wanted him, more than anything, but you weren’t sure you were ready yet. Ashton smiles. “Do you hear that, love?” You frown and listen to the noise coming from downstairs. You don’t hear anything worth paying attention to from the party happening just below your feet. You hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. You hear the occasional yell. You hear the loud music blaring. The music. The song playing was yours and Ashton’s song. The song that was playing when you first met. The song that was playing when you had your first kiss. The song that should be playing when you had sex for the first time. “They’re playing our song.” You whisper back. It was the right time. You wanted him, he wanted you. You felt safe. Neither of you were drunk. Neither of you were angry. Your song was playing. It was perfect. “Ash, I want to. I really, really want to.” You say, and kiss him lightly. “Wait, now?” He says in between kisses. You nod slightly. “You’re sure?” He asks.
You kiss him in response. Before you know it, your legs are wrapped around Ashton’s waist as he carries you into the bedroom.