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5SOS Preference #54 - You find him smoking

Luke:

“Luke!” You screeched, marching up to him,“What the hell are you at?” He turns his head, giving you a confused look,“What?” Pointing at the cigarette in his hand, his eyes follow your hand to the cigar.

“Oh, this” “Yeah, this. Luke Hemmings, since when did you smoke? It’s bad for you!“ You exclaimed. “I know but I was just curious, it’s a one time thing, I swear. I won’t do it again,” Luke promises.

“Good, you better! ‘Cause I’m not kissing someone with bad breath!” You feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close,“Well we can’t have that can we?” “Luke, your breath reeks, I’m not kissing you!“

Ashton:

Ashton was never one to smoke, or so you thought so you were shocked when you found Ashton in the back garden, smoking. “Ashton, why are you smoking?” You asked him, eyeing the cigarette.

“I don’t know, it’s a bit of an addiction for me,” Ashton looked down,“ I try my best not to smoke around you because I don’t want you to know. I’ve been trying to stop though”

Giving him a small hug, you look up at him,“ You just need some motivation” “Like what?“ Ashton raised an eyebrow as you kissed his cheek.

"I’m not kissing you on the lips until you stop!” “Awh, [Name], that’s not fair!”

Calum:

Hearing someone cough in the backyard, you walk over to see what was happening. You find Calum having a small coughing fit as he dropped a cigarette from his hand.

Opening the door, you step outside, rubbing a hand on his back. “Cal, are you okay?“ You asked him,"Why are you smoking?”

Calum sighed,“It’s just been really stressful for me and I was told that smoking was kind of a stress reliever.. Well they were wrong. It’s horrible”

“You should’ve just told me you’ve been stressed, I mean. I can think of other ways to relieve your stress,” You give him a smile and he smirks before dragging you inside.

Michael:

“I didn’t know you smoked” Michael jumped slightly at the sound of your voice,spinning around, he finds you with your arms crossed and a frown planted on your lips.

“I only do it when I’m stressed,” Michael replied, putting the cigarette back to his lips. You march over and grab the cigarette out of his hands, throwing it on the ground before stomping on it.

“You should stop smoking Michael, it’s bad for you,” You frowned. “I know, I know but I can’t,“ Michael sighed. Gently grabbing his hand, you intertwined your fingers and pulled him into the house.

"Come on, I’ll give you a massage or something whenever your stressed, just please stop smoking” “Well, your massages are the best" You let out a little chuckle as the both of you walked into your house.