Calum

I gently plucked at the bass strings, softly singing my part of one of our saddest songs. I looked to the side of the stage and spotted Calum, dramatically mouthing along to the song. He pointed at me, being as dramatic as possible. I smiled and finished my sections. We bowed and ran offstage, greeting the other bands that were in the festival.

"Well done, Y/N." Calum grinned, coming up to me.

"Thanks. I think that we've determined who the better bass player is." I teased.

"Ah, ah, not so far, 5sos haven't been on yet." He chuckled.

"I'm confident." I taunted as I started to walk away.

"Where do you think you're going?" he shouted after me.

"To eat, Hood, that alright with you?" I chuckled.

"How about we see who the better bass player is, in a different department?" he called. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to see him strolling towards me, smirking his ass off.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body as he put his lips next to my ear.

"Come back to my hotel room tonight, and you'll find out." He whispered, nipping my earlobe.

"That a challenge, Hood?" I whispered back.

"You bet your ass it is." He spoke in a low voice. I smirked, prolonging my answer to torture him.

"I accept." I spoke as I eased myself out of his grip and walked away, though still facing him.

"See you then." He smirked.

"Yup." I returned before turning around and walking away.

Luke

I jumped around the stage, running up to the microphone to sing my bit as I strummed away at the guitar. I stood in the middle of the stage, trying to spot my rival, Luke Hemmings, in the audience. Well, he wasn't really my rival, but my band had a fake rivalry with 5sos, and it was fun. I spotted him and winked, making him laugh. Once we had performed our section, we ran offstage and hugged each other, congratulating each other for another good show.

"Not bad, Y/L/N." I turned around to see Luke smirking at me.

"Why thank you, Hemmings." I chuckled as I hugged him.

"Seriously though, you were really good." He smiled.

"Aw, thank you." I returned as I headed towards the guitar stand to put my guitar back.

"This yours?" I asked, spotting a really nice guitar.

"Yup." He nodded.

"I wonder what will happen if I touch it." I teased, gently walking my fingers along the side of it. Luke was very sensitive when it came to his guitars, and he was the only one allowed to touch them.

"You know what will happen." He smirked, racing towards me.

"No!" I squealed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, carrying me away from the guitars.

"Get together already!" Michael yelled. We looked over to see both bands smirking at us. Luke put me down quickly.

"We'll continue this later." He whispered in my ear before smacking my ass and walking away.

Michael

I jumped into the air, holding my guitar tightly as I landed and the audience screamed. I looked about for Michael, not being able to see him. That's odd, I thought as the rest of the band and I went to the front of the stage and bowed before running off. I put my guitar on the stand before a pair of hands covered my eyes.

"Guess who." Michael whispered in my ear. I smirked as I turned around and hugged him.

"Hey, I didn't see you at the side of the stage." I spoke.

"Yeah, the boys and I were eating because it's going to be really late when we get off." He shrugged.

"Ah. Well, I'll see you later." I chuckled as I turned to leave. I didn't get very far as Michael grabbed my hand and turned me around, pulling me tightly against his body as his arms wrapped around my waist.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled.

"I think it's time that we end this little rivalry that we've got going on here." He grinned.

"Mikey, you do know that we're not actually rivals, don't you?" I asked.

"I know that, you know that, our bands know that, but the fans don't." he spoke.

"What are you getting at?" I smirked, knowing that this was leading somewhere. He brought his lips to my ear.

"Let's give them some photos of us going into the same hotel room." He whispered. I grinned, now knowing what he meant.

"What do you say?" he asked, still holding me close.

"I say let's do it." I whispered, biting his earlobe slightly.

"Alright, see you at mine." He smirked as he let me go.

Ashton

I finished the song by smashing the symbols and I stood from the stool. My band and I bowed as the audience screamed and I stood on one of the crates, throwing my drumsticks into the crowd and waving as I went off.

"Good show, guys." I spoke to my band as we hugged each other. Suddenly, Ashton came out of nowhere and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from our bands.

"Ash, where are we going?" I asked. He didn't answer as he quickly opened the door to his dressing room and shoved me inside before shutting the door by pinning me against it.

"You looked fucking hot out there." He spoke, making my eyes widen.

"We're meant to hate each other, Ashton, you can't say that." I hissed.

"You actually think that I hate you?" he scoffed.

"No, but...it's the whole act." I shrugged. He rolled his eyes before attaching his lips to my neck.

"You stole my signature thing." He hummed against my skin.

"Sorry, what?" I scoffed.

"Throwing the drumsticks into the crowd is my thing." He spoke, biting my neck. I smirked.

"What are you going to do about it?" I grinned, knowing how riled up he got at shit like this. He stopped kissing my neck and looked down at me.

"I think that I'm just going to have to punish you." He whispered with a smirk on his lips.

"Do your worst, drummer boy." I teased. He smirked again before wrapping my legs around his waist and throwing me onto the sofa before crawling over me.