just me and you

Luke was lulled out of his rest with the sound of Alesia's melodic voice coming from her makeshift studio in the spare bedroom of her apartment, and shifting further into the warmth of Alesia's bed - a place where he was certainly familiar with - Luke took in the scent of Alesia's perfume from the night before, still lingering on her pillow. He'd been in this situation before, many times, but he'd never had the courage to bring the situation to anything more than just falling into bed with Alesia, telling people who asked that they were only good friends instead of what he wanted her to be - his. Frowning with the thought, Luke quickly pushed it to the back of his mind, because he wasn't ready for something after everything Arzaylea had put him through. She'd dragged him through hell and his wounds were still healing, and Luke couldn't show that side of him to Alesia, not yet. Standing to his feet, Luke dressed quickly. "Sounding good, Al!" Luke called as he looked into the mirror, trying to neaten out his unruly curls as he neatened out his hoodie.

Una sat cross legged on her bed as she typed YouTube into the Google search bar, leaning back against her headboard as she reached for her bottle of water from the bedside table. She'd posted a cover the day before - being a singer gave Una so many wonderful opportunities, but she enjoyed posting covers for her fans to enjoy when she wasn't ready to release any new music of her own - but that weekend, she was playing Coachella, and posting a cover was something she considered relaxing. The song - Jet Black Heart by 5 Seconds of Summer - had been requested so many times that Una just couldn't resist giving in, and as she clicked onto the video, Una beamed with pride as she saw the various comments from newcomers and subscribers encouraging her to carry on posting. Hearing her phone beep politely from beside her on the bed, Una's brows furrowed as she closed the laptop, unlocking her phone with a quick swipe of the pad of her thumb, the text message coming from a number she didn't recognise. Hi! I'm so sorry, who is this?

Ashton sat at his drum stool, drenched in sweat after going through the setlist 5 Seconds Of Summer had put together for Coachella. The festival was huge, Ashton knew he couldn't miss a beat, and that meant he had to practice as much as he could - but god, the excitement was so incredibly real, because this would be the biggest crowd he and the boys would play, and one of his best friends would be playing the bill too. Smiling fondly at the thought of Rowan, Ashton took off his headphones and pushed his damp, black hair from his face, grabbing his water bottle with his free hand as he dug his phone from his pocket, unlocking it with his passcode - Rowan's birthday. Going to her name in his contacts, Ashton pressed call, pressing his foot to the pedal of the bass drum as he waited for her to answer, his heart thumping with excitement at the thought of her voice. The two were close - they had been for a while - and Ashton had never considered himself the type to become lovesick, but she encouraged him to be better without even knowing it. "Rowan!" Ashton grinned as she finally picked up. "I miss you."

Astoria pouted a little bit as she picked up Duke, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of the elderly dog's cold nose. Astoria hated leaving Duke whenever she left for tour, or if she decided to join 5 Seconds Of Summer on tour whenever she had time off - it was almost like a betrayal, even though he was safe with Calum's mother, Joy. "Can't we just bring him with us?" She peered to Calum then, approaching her boyfriend with their dog, offering him to Calum. "He's going to miss us, Cal!" Astoria peered around her outstretched hands with a somewhat goofy grin. "God, imagine if we have a baby one day." Astoria hummed in thought as Calum accepted Duke from Astoria's hands, and she took the moment to wrap her arms around Calum's middle, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, wanting to make the most of their time before they left for a festival they were both on the bill for. They had to drop Duke off with Joy and then come home and pack - if Astoria didn't get distracted by Calum first. Nuzzling into Calum with the thought, Astoria tickled the top of Duke's head.

Harry couldn't help but take the silence of the late morning to snuggle further into Rosaria, who was still sleeping peacefully. She was playing the same festival as Harry this time, for the first time, and Harry had warned the beauty that she would need as much rest as she could get, because the crowds took the energy of the artist in a way that was almost frightening - but Harry had a plan to celebrate Rosaria's first major festival, and that was proposing during her set, making it a set to remember for the rest of her life. The pair loved each other, and yet the wonder of it all was that nobody else knew. No one had any idea that one of the biggest uprising artists was dating the Harry Styles, ex One Direction band member who had a reputation with the press of being a proclaimed lady killer. Frowning with the thought, Harry nuzzled his face into Rosaria's neck, and he sighed happily with the scent of her shampoo, his arms tightening around her middle as she began to shift slightly under his rude awakening. "Ro," Harry murmured softly, pressing a sweet kiss to her jaw, trailing down to her neck. "Good morning, love."

Cherry inhaled as she shifted from her side onto her back, the light of the morning sun seeping in from between the gap in her curtains. "Fuck," she exhaled finally, blinking in content as she studied the form of Louis Tomlinson laying beside her, asleep, snoring lightly, and content. Stretching out, Cherry rolled over once more, wrapping her arm around Louis' bare middle, her head resting upon his shoulder as her nails gently etched little patterns into his side. "Lou," Cherry murmured softly. "Get up." Cherry peered up then, rolling her eyes with amusement as the British man made no attempt to rouse from his slumber. "Tommo!" Cherry laughed. "C'mon, we get to listen to the final edit of Back to You today, and I wanna make sure my part is perfect, you can continue to suck if you want." Cherry teased. "And we get the studio all to ourselves, and we have a major festival, and we get to rule the world one day, can you believe that?"

Alesia, though she enjoyed being in Luke’s arms at night, sharing a bed with him, often made an attempt to get out of bed before Luke woke up, and today was no different. It was easier for her to think, easier for her to avoid falling for the man she slept with but couldn’t actually have, if she didn’t have to face him when he first woke up. She’d pulled on a robe and headed to her makeshift studio, where she tapped away at the keys on her piano as she sang, preparing for the festival she’d soon be playing alongside her friends. She didn’t even register Luke’s voice, too focused on practice at this point.

Michael saw that he finally had a response, but he grinned slightly when he saw the response. Right, he probably should have been more direct. But, he’d been so eager to get to know this girl, to talk to her, that he couldn’t help it. Still, he started typing out a response. “Sorry! This is Michael Clifford, from 5 Seconds of Summer. I got your number from a mutual friend and saw that you did a cover of one of our songs, so I wanted to reach out. You did a great job, I enjoyed your cover a lot.” He made a face, wondering if he was saying too much. Was he rambling? Deciding to ignore his concern, he went ahead to send the message, not wanting to second guess himself.

Rowan gave a noise, reaching for her phone when she heard it ringing, and answered it without really seeing who was calling. She was amused, though, when she heard Ashton’s voice on the other end, aware that he could brighten any day for her - she just loved him so much, even though she could never bring herself to say it. “You’re up early, Ash,” she teased lightly, rolling over in her bed to look out the window, taking in the light that filtered through the curtain, “I miss you, too. Why are you awake already?” She yawned quietly and closed her eyes but listened to Ashton regardless.

Calum smiled slightly as he listened to Astoria, but he shook his head slightly. “We can’t take him with us,” he told her honestly, “We wouldn’t be able to be with him often and he’d get lonely, and we could get too busy to give him food or water. It’s better and way more responsible to just drop him off with my mum and let her take care of him for a bit. Besides, he’ll be happy as hell when we get back and Duke’s practically mum’s grandson anyway.” He grinned slightly, peering over at Astoria, though his heart swelled when he heard Astoria’s words, and he chewed on his lip in thought, imagining it for a moment, having a child with her. “It’d be perfect, I think.”

Rosaria gave a noise when she heard Harry’s voice, though it was Harry kissing from her jaw to her neck that had her really stirring, whining quietly. “Harry,” she whined quietly, shifting, unable to help but angle her neck a bit, even with being barely awake. “Tease.” She couldn’t help but shift closer, her fingers curling into his shirt. “Good morning to you, too, asshole.” She grinned playfully, but breathed out quietly, her nerves setting in as she remembered that it wouldn’t be much longer before they’d have to leave for the festival. It would be the first one she’d be a part of, and needless to say, she was terrified.

Louis grunted when he heard Cherry trying to wake him, but he smirked, his eyes still closed, sliding his arms around her as he pulled her closer to himself, burying his face in her hair. “There’s no rush to get into the studio just yet if we’re the only ones who get the studio for the day, love,” he teased lightly, amused, unable to help it. And, he certainly wasn’t in a rush anyway, because he enjoyed holding Cherry like this, and he had no reason to deny that or hide it. She gave him a sense of happiness that he wasn’t all that used to, and he enjoyed every moment of it, swearing that he never wanted to let it go; he never wanted to let Cherry go.