15# Spring cleaning
A/n- Cleaning is such a pain.
Calum: ”Wake up, Cal,” you chirp, throwing open the curtains to let the sun into the dark room. “Nooo,” Calum groaned, rolling over and throwing the blanket over his face. “Babe, you said you would help me clean today!” you protest, pulling the covers off of him. “Too early,” he states tiredly, making grabby hands at you. “Come cuddle and then clean later.” “Calum Thomas Hood,” you scold, smacking his hands away playfully. “This was your mess from your ’spring party’. I already got the other boys here cleaning up, so you better get your ass out of bed and help them or else not only am I going to be pissed, but so are they.” “Yeah, you tell him, (Y/N)!” Ashton cheers from the door, a garbage bag in hand as Luke peaks in from behind. “Calum, get in here, you prick!” Michael yells. “Or else I’ll tell your girlfriend about that time at the karaoke bar!” “Shit,” Cal mumbles, jumping out of bed and running out of the room. “You said you would never talk about it!”
Ashton: ”Ash- Whoa,” you remark, looking at all of the cleaning supplies that were scattered on the floor, wrinkling your nose at all of the dirty laundry piled up on the couch. “Babe?” Ashton calls out, making his way from the bathroom. “What are you doing home so early?” “My boss let me off early,” you state, still looking around at the mess. “What is all of this?” “Just some spring cleaning,” he states happily, bounding over to you and planting a kiss on your lips. “Looks more like a mess to me,” you mumble against his lips, making him playfully glare at you. “Okay, we both know that I’m not the best at cleaning…” Ashton trails off, glancing at the living room. “Do you want me to help you?” you ask, knowing that that was probably what he wanted all along. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he exclaims, pulling you into a tight hug. “I don’t know how you do this babe, cleaning is hard work!” “Especially when I have to clean up after you and the boys.” “Sorry…”
Michael: “Michael, help me,” you huff out, watching helplessly as he sat on the couch and played video games. “In a minute, babe, I’m almost done,” he replies, waving you off as he focuses on the game he was playing. “You said that last time.” Knowing it was helpless, you retreat back to the kitchen, groaning at the sight of the mess. So you decided to do something else; you cleaned your shared bedroom, started the laundry, swept the floors, and scrubbed the bath tub. As you were vacuuming the carpet, you glared at Michael, trying to telepathically will him to help you. But obviously, it didn’t work. And after hours of cleaning, you slowly made your way back to your bedroom and collapsed on to the bed, falling asleep instantly. A few hours later, you woke up and padded to the kitchen, knowing that you had to finish. But when you got there, it was spotless. And there was your boyfriend, holding pizza and flowers. “Sorry?”
Luke: “Can’t believe this is actually ours,” Luke muses, walking through your new house. “This is our house.” “Yeah, our messy house,” you chuckle, holding out a broom to him. “Get to work, Hemmings, we’ve got a long day ahead of us.” So you both got to work, opening up the windows a bit and blasting music as you both cleaned; sweeping every room to get rid of the dust, putting boxes in the room they belonged in, and setting up furniture. It was pretty tiring. By the end of the day, you were both sprawled across the couch, boxes surrounding you as The 1975 trickled out of the speakers. “I hate cleaning,” Luke whispers, running his fingers through your hair. “And we don’t even have any food.” “Panda Express?” you ask, holding up a menu between your fingers. “You know the way to my heart, babe.”