Brad Simpson Imagine for Sofia

You had to admit, you did love the cars, the cash, the clothes, the red carpets, the parties... The list was endless. But what you didn’t love was the fighting. The constant arguing over everything.

What had happened? You and Brad had been in love once upon a time, and as much as you tried to convince yourself that you still were, you couldn’t deny that things had gone very bad. You barely spoke anymore, and when you did it was guaranteed to turn into a massive argument that would end with both of you not speaking to each other for days, again. It was a vicious circle. You searched and searched for the answer; what had gone wrong? But it wasn’t that hard when you truly allowed yourself to think about it.

When you met Brad, The Vamps weren’t all that successful. They had a few number ones, sold out tours and plenty of fans but they were nothing compared to what they currently were. Brad had time for you, he was a true gentleman all the time and you never had to fear him having his head turned by another woman. When you got married you imagined you’d be together forever. You were one of those couples. But as the fame got more and more, and the bank balance entered the next set of figures, the love he seemed to have for you decreased as fast as the cars he was buying. He just didn’t have time for you anymore and you didn’t even want to think about the time he was spending with other women.

It wasn’t a marriage anymore, it was just a fact of life. You were husband and wife, just like the daytime sky is blue, and grass is green. But it wasn’t something you felt anymore. It didn’t go beyond the contractual obligation. The only thing that made you married was the fact that you hadn’t yet divorced.

Divorce. The word that had been running circles in your mind for months. It was inevitable really. There was really no longer a reason for you to stay. You weren’t happy and neither was he. So what was the point? Enough was enough, and as you packed your bags, you wished and wished that none of this had happened. As bad as you felt for thinking it, you kind of wished The Vamps hadn’t gotten half as successful as they did. You and Brad would be happily married right now, possibly with kids. But the only kids in this relationship were were the ones Brad had probably fathered by accident behind your back. You couldn’t kid yourself, you knew what he was like.

You looked at your wedding ring with contempt. How could something that used to make you so happy make you so sad? How could a person that used to make you so happy make you feel like this? You ran your hand through your blonde hair, trying to make sense of it all. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Brad enter your shared bedroom.

Looking around at the clothes everywhere and the packed bags, it was obvious what was going on here. The look in his eyes was something equally familiar and unrecognisable. You hadn’t ever seen him look like that before. A look of defeat, maybe? Anguish? Anger? All wrapped up on one bitter emotion. “Sofia” he said blandly. “Yes”, you returned, unable to look him in the eye. “Don’t do this”, he stated, running a hand through his brown curls.

“Why Brad? Are you gonna do something to make me want to stay?” Your question was met with silence. You chuckled bitterly, almost finding the situation amusing. “Go on Brad. Twist my arm. Give me a reason to stay” you said with a massive fake smile, the most patronising tone you could muster. Again, you were met with silence. “Give me a reason or I swear to God I will walk out of your life right now”, you said, the raised tone of your voice sounding more serious this time. “Money”, he quickly replied. “I could... I could get you a new car... To say sorry for the way I’ve treated you recently and stuff...” he choked out, voice breaking ever so slightly. The tears in his eyes made yours sting. But you couldn’t think about that.

You breathed a massive sigh, holding your hand to your forehead. Out came another laugh, a reflex action. “This is exactly it. You just don’t get it, do you? I love you more than just what’s in the bank. I don’t want you for your money. I know that’s probably not what you’re used to with all the women you keep company with nowadays, but it’s true. I don’t want cars, I don’t want money, I don’t want jewellery. I want what we had. Money has ruined us, Brad”.

You picked us as many bags as you could carry and headed towards the door. “Wait!” Brad cried out, grabbing your arm. You didn’t realise until then that you were shaking, you whole petite frame quivering. Maybe that’s what it felt like when your heart was breaking. “Please, just give me another chance. I can make it better. We can buy a new house somewhere, start again. I’ll buy us a holiday, a break from all the craziness. How about that dress you were looking at? I’ll buy you it and we can go for a night out, let our hair down”, he pleaded, tears streaming out of his big brown puppy dog eyes and down his sweet, baby-like face.

You just stared at him in sadness. He truly thought the answer to everything was money. He couldn’t see anything beyond money. He couldn’t even understand what you were saying to him. As you looked into his eyes you realised that you weren’t looking at the same person you fell in love with all those years ago. In his eyes, you saw nothing. Not the charming, funny, confident Brummie boy you used to see. He was just an empty shell. Ruined by material. “Goodbye, Brad”, you choked out, walking away. You’d never been as sad in your life.

Tristan Evans Imagine for anon

You felt like you were trapped in a box and couldn’t get out. “Be happy”, they'd say. “Be grateful for the life you have”, they'd tell you. But they didn’t know anything. Everyday was a constant struggle to fight your way out of that box and no matter how hard you punch and kicked and pleaded with your own stubborn mind, you couldn’t break through.

That was what depression felt like to you. A constant battle that you were only losing. You did have a tiny beacon of hope though, a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. Tristan Evans. Those two words, those two parts of a name were what stopped you from falling off the edge. He understood you when most didn’t. He knew that you didn’t want to be like this. You wanted to be happy and smiley and cheery just like everyone else. And more than anything, you wanted to be happy for him. You wanted to make it all worth his time. All the effort that he spent on you day in, day out. You wanted to repay him for all the kindness he showed you every minute you were together, and all the times he went out of his way to see you smile. You wanted to repay all of this by just being genuinely happy for even a day.

You could call it a goal, or even a project of some kind. You were determined to meet that goal; to have a day of complete and utter happiness; to take a break from that little box you were trapped in. Every day was a step towards it. Every second spent with Tristan was like a tiny rip in the cardboard of that box, a bit more light shining through with every smile he flashed at you. Just the sight of his bright blue eyes shining in the summer sun were enough to give you that strength you needed. Those cheekbones flexing with the laughter he gave at your un-funny jokes; these were the things that made you see the better side of life. Every “I love you” in that moderately posh accent of his was enough to make you truly believe that you would conquer this one day.

Summer turned to autumn; autumn turn to winter and as the brown leaves fell from the trees, leaving them bare and empty, you realised how far you’d come. The sad looking, lifeless trees resembled how you used to see yourself. Lonely, abandoned, half dead. But you weren’t like that anymore. You could go weeks without crying for no reason. You could walk down the street on your own without turning back halfway and heading home. You could smile when your favourite songs came on the radio. You could laugh at nothing in particular. You valued your life, just as much as Tristan valued you.

That was when you realised that you were finally happy. It had happened so much sooner than you thought it would. You held on, and now you were reaping the benefits; a happy life with Tristan, and just a happy life in general.

A/N: If you’re suffering from depression, please don’t go it alone. There’s always someone there to help, even if it doesn’t feel like it. I promise you you’ll get through it if you just hold on :) xo

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Connor Ball Imagine for anon

Y/N: This was requested like months ago, but better late than never, eh? About time I did a Vamps one :) xo

The Vamps had finished a ridiculously long world tour, and now they finally had some time off. Deciding that being at home for more than a week was boring, Brad called you up one day to ask you if you wanted to go on a road trip with him and the boys. Of course you agreed, you couldn't think of anything better. The plan was to drive all the way up to Scotland and all the way back down again, stopping at wherever took your fancy. You didn't know how long you'd be gone, but that was all part of the excitement.

Going on a road trip with the boys didn't just mean spending time with your best friend Brad and the other boys who you were good friends with, but it also meant you would get to spend time with Connor, who you definitely fancied. The thought of getting to spend so much time with him gave you butterflies, but you knew nothing would ever happen. He always went for model types, and didn't really seem to care for personality when it came to a girl. But being friends with him was good enough, you told yourself.

Little did you know, Connor fancied you too, he was just always too shy to tell you. He had no idea you liked him and thought it'd be best to keep quiet. When Brad told him you were coming on the road trip his face lit up; he tried to hide his excitement, acting like he didn't care but Brad noticed the way his enthusiasm towards the trip seemed to double once he knew you were coming. That gave Brad an idea. A very, very good idea.

Connor was in him room packing and James and Tristan were in the living room watching TV; James being his organised self had already packed and Tristan being his last-minute self would end up doing it in the morning. Brad thought this the perfect opportunity to let them in on his plan. "Boys, I have an idea", he proposed. "Oh yeah, what would that be?" Tristan asked, a mysterious smile on his face. "I know Y/N likes Connor, and I'm pretty sure Connor likes Y/N", Brad stated. He was met with confusion from Tristan and a blank stare from James. "Ok, and...?", James asked. "Aaaand, Y/N's coming on the road trip with us", Brad said. "Oooooooh", Tristan realised what was going on, as did James, smirking silently. "I see, so we get them together, right?" Tristan asked. "Right", Brad stated. James added his input, "But guys, we know what they're like. They're both ridiculously shy so we have to be careful about how we do it. If we make it obvious that they like each other then they'll both run a million miles from each other and it'll never happen. We have to be subtle and just let them figure it out for themselves. We just need to nudge them in the right direction", he said, making perfect sense. They all agreed that this would be the perfect plan of action and the next morning you all set off on the road trip.

The boys made sure that you and Connor sat next to each other in the car, much to yours and Connor's approval although neither of you let it show. You also ended up sharing hotel rooms every night, surprise, surprise. One night the room even happened to be one double bed; this was Tristan's doing. "Tris, a bit far mate?" Brad mused. "Well if we want something to happen there's no better way than making them share a bed", he replied, defending his actions. "But we're not their pimps, we're their friends, jeeze", James told him.

You and Connor both found that night very awkward, and although Connor said he would be fine with sleeping on the floor you objected, telling him you'd feel bad. You loved the idea of snuggling with him in bed, but you couldn't tell him that. Connor didn't need much persuading and happily took his place next to you in the bed. You seemed to stay 10 feet away from each other at first, but when you both got a little sleepy, Connor decided to wrap his arm around you, spooning. You were so content you almost couldn't sleep. The next morning you woke up in the same position, glad it wasn't just a dream. You both go up without mentioning it, getting on with you day although you both wanted nothing more than to tell each other how you felt.

Every night after that was a raging disappointment to you both when you entered the room to see two single beds, you just wanted to spoon again. But no, that was silly. You were just friends and you could never be more so you both kept your mouth shut in fear of embarrassing yourselves and being rejected.

You found yourself on the beach of a beautiful seaside town near the end of the trip. The sun was setting and the boys were making a bonfire. You'd visited plenty of beaches on this trip but somehow this one seemed different. The atmosphere was nice than any time before, a weird sort of anticipation building in your stomach. For what though, you had no idea.

Seeing as you two had been spending so much time together on this trip, you'd become very close. Lost in your conversation by the bonfire, neither of you had even noticed the other boys weren't there anymore. You both went to look for them, sticking together as the setting sun meant that very soon it was going to be pitch black. You looked and looked but the boys were nowhere to be found. Deciding yo just give up and enjoy your time together by the bonfire, you sat back down and continued on talking. Being alone with each other made things so much different. You felt somehow more comfortable, more confident. "Look, Connor... This is going to sound really, really stupid", you told him, looking him in the eyes. Your face was serious, and now so was his. "Go on..." he almost whispered, curious as to what you were going to tell him. "I... I kinda really like you. And I know you don't like me back but I just thought I should tell you anyway, because I'm kind of tired of keeping it a secr-" you were cut off by Connor's lips on yours. That wasn't at all how you'd expected him to react but you were more than happy about it. You stayed like that for what felt like hours, just making out with each other until you were interrupted by the sound of Tristan clearing his throat. You looked up to see Tristan, Brad and James with the biggest smiles on their faces, proud of the two of you for finally being honest with each other.

"You know, I'm really starting to regret helping them get together", Tristan joked as he sat next to you and Connor on the way home, having to put up with you making out.

You're on The X Factor and You Get Off With Him [Requested]

James:

This year on X Factor was the start of the new 'guest mentors' format. An artist or group who had previously been on the show were going to be living in the X Factor house with the contestants and working alongside the judge mentors to get the best potential from the acts. Your group had just got through to live shows, and it was announced that Stereo Kicks were going to be the guest mentors for your category. Getting through to live shows was such a dream come true, and getting to live with and spend so much time with Stereo Kicks made it even better. By week 4, the pressure was really starting to take it's toll on you. You couldn't seem to get your parts in this week's song right and it was frustrating you to the point where you stormed out of the rehearsal studio, demanding to be taken back to the house. You were sat on your bed crying when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. In came a concerned looking James, coming to sit next to you. "What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to wipe your tears away. "You left rehearsals looking so upset; I couldn't let you be alone", he told you. After talking about your worries and James comforting you, James agreed to help you with your parts, one on one. He was a lot better than the X Factor vocal coach, more patient and he had a better voice than her anyways. In a couple hours time, you had your parts perfect and felt ready for the weekend's live show. "James, thank you so much, if it wasn't for you I'd still be having a meltdown", you told him. "It's my job as a guest mentor, Y/N", he told you with a smile. His face changed and you wondered what was wrong. "It's not my job to kiss contestants though, but I think I'll ignore that on this occasion", he said cheekily, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss heated up very quickly and in no time you were fully making out, making the most of your time together until everyone else got home.

Barclay:

This week on X Factor the theme was 'songs by previous contestants'. You had been given a Stereo Kicks song, and that meant that you got to meet the boys so they could give you some advice. The day you spent with them was glorious and although the cameras constantly being around meant that you couldn't fully relax, you were just so happy to be spending time with them. By evening, the camera crew had disappeared, meaning that you could start to relax and really get to know the boys. It was now less about singing techniques and choreography, and more about messing around and getting to know the boys. You were all chilling together at The X Factor house, talking and having fun. You went to get a drink from the kitchen, finding Barclay sitting on the kitchen counter looking at his phone. You flashed him a smile before opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Barclay jumped down from the counter and made his way over to stand behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and spinning you round to face him. "I know this is very forward but you're really cute", he told you, looking you straight in the eyes. You weren't sure how to react, but before you even had time to think his lips were on yours. His lips were warm and soft; he was a good kisser and you couldn't help but run your hands down his back, tugging on the bottom of his t-shirt. You were interrupted by Jake and Charlie walking into the kitchen. "Mate, we're supposed to be giving her singing advice, not kissing advice", Jake laughed, going to the fridge to grab a drink.

Tom:

Tom was a judge on this year's X Factor which made the competition even more exciting when you were put into his category. At judges houses he put you through to live shows and you were so grateful that you couldn't stop yourself from planting a kiss on his lips. It was just a friendly kiss lasting a millisecond, but Tom didn't pull away. Instead, he kept the kiss going, deepening it. It had formed into a full-on, passionate kiss and you neither of you stopped for a second to think about the camera crew in front of you. You both eventually pulled away from the kiss, laughing awkwardly. "Maybe we should re-film this" Tom suggested, looking at the camera crew. You did it all over, trying to feign surprise when he said you were going through to live shows, but this time you decided it'd be best not to kiss him again. Let's just say you remained Tom's favourite contestant for the entirety of the show.

Chris:

You had made it through to the arena auditions and you made your way onto the massive stage to sing in front of the X Factor judges and the guest judge, Chris Leonard. You were a massive Stereo Kicks fan so you needed to impress Chris. No pressure then, you thought to yourself sarcastically. You began to sing, and immediately you knew this was going to be a disaster. You were shaking and it was evident in your voice; you were capable of singing so much better than this. You'd never been as nervous about anything in your life. You finished the song and you knew that it was bad news. You'd have to get 3/4 'yeses' to get through, and that was never going to happen. Simon said no straight away, but to your surprise, Cheryl and Louis said yes. It was all down to Chris. If he said yes, you'd be going through to bootcamp, but if he said no, you'd be going home. "Y/N, you're a lovely girl and although your vocals weren't great, I can tell you have potential. But to be in this competition you need to have confidence, and that's why I don't think you'd be suitable for the show", he told you. That was it, then. You were going home. "I'm going to have to say yes", Chris told you with a cheeky smile and a wink. You couldn't believe it. Chris Leonard had just put you through to bootcamp and complimented you. You felt like you were going to faint. A few hours later you were still at Wembley arena and a researcher from the show called you and told you that Chris wanted to see you to discuss some things. You were escorted to his dressing room where you waited anxiously for him. After what felt like hours he walked through the door and you stood up to greet him. Without a word, he pressed his lips to yours hastily, kissing you with so much urgency and passion. "I had to see you again", he told you breathlessly. "Well I'm glad you did", you told him, feeling like life couldn't get any better right now.

Jake:

Bootcamp this year had been given a shake-up. You were told that there would be no more '6 seat challenge' which you were more than happy about, and instead it would return to the more traditional format. You were also informed that there was going to be bootcamp singing and dancing lessons from previous X Factor contestants. This intrigued you. You and the other hopefuls entered the dance rehearsal space to be greeted by none other than Stereo Kicks. Dancing was never your thing and you couldn't seem to get anything right. You gave up and sat down, deciding that if Zayn Malik could be a badass and sit out at dance sessions during bootcamp, so could you. Look where it got him. You were tapped on the shoulder and looked up to see Jakes Sims standing above you. He sat down next to you and asked you what was up. "Cool kids don't dance", you told him with an overly-confident tone and a cheeky wink. What had gotten into you? "Oh is that right?" Jake asked you, laughing. "Well, maybe cool kids like coffee?" He asked, standing up and extending his hand to pull you up from the ground. He led you to the canteen, buying you both a coffee. You sat down and talked for a while about nothing in particular until the camera crew came over and he had to pretend to give you a lecture about how "dancing is an important part of the competition" and "this could be your downfall" while being filmed. Once that was over with and the camera crew had left you alone, he took your hand and led you outside where there was hardly any people. He pushed you up against the wall and attacked your lips with his, running his hands up and down your sides. You both knew that this was not the time or the place for such behaviour, but neither of you cared. You were both too cool to care, afterall.

Reece:

You had made it through to Judge's houses and were in Simon Cowell's category. You and the other hopefuls waited patiently for the 'guest judge' to arrive, who would be helping Simon decide who to take through to live shows. It turned out to be Reece Bibby from Stereo Kicks and you were very happy about it; you'd always thought he was cute. You talked to him quite a lot throughout the day, the two of you just seemed to instantly click. It was the night before your make-or-break performance, and you were sitting by the pool of Simon's LA home all alone, pondering your future. You wanted to get through to lives so badly, but everyone in your category was amazing and you weren't even sure how you'd made it this far in the competition. Reece came out to join you and although you wanted to be alone, you were glad Reece wanted to keep you company. You sat by the pool for hours, Reece trying to calm your nerves. "It's getting late; you should probably get some sleep, you need to be on top form tomorrow", Reece told you. You agreed, said goodnight and got up to leave, but Reece pulled you back. "One more thing", Reece said, pulling you closer. You pressed his lips to yours, giving you a sweet kiss which you were more than happy to partake in. It seemed to last forever, but when you pulled away for air, neither of you wanted it to end. You eventually went to bed, feeling much more relaxed about your performance the next day. You were the happiest girl in the world, and that showed in your performance, earning you a place in the live shows.

Charlie:

It was week 6 of the live shows and things were starting to get serious. You'd just got through to week 7 in tonight's results show, and you were ecstatic. Stereo Kicks were tonight's guests on the Xtra Factor and you were excited at the prospect of getting to meet them. It was time for your category's interview with the presenter, and Stereo Kicks were sitting on the opposite side of the room, facing you. "So, Y/N", the presenter began. "A little birdy tells me you have quite a fan in the form of Stereo Kicks' Charlie Jones", she continued, pointing at a screenshot of a tweet from Charlie that had just appeared on a screen beside you. "Everyone vote for Y/N, she's fit and I'll cry if I don't get to see her on my screen every week" the tweet said. You were not aware of this tweet, and it came as a big surprise. Your cheeks instantly reddened and you looked over at Charlie to see that the shade of his cheeks matched yours. You made eye contact and both laughed awkwardly. "It's true", Charlie said, shrugging his shoulders. After the filming was done, you bumped into the Stereo Kicks boys in the corridor. "Think we better give you two some time alone", Reece suggested with a smirk. The other boys made a quick exit and left you and Charlie standing there awkwardly, not sure what to say to each other. You decided to be brave and just give Charlie a kiss; it seemed easier than talking at this point. He gladly continued the kiss, pulling you closer to him. After that night, Charlie didn't need to watch TV to be able to see you.

Casey:

It was rehearsal day at the studio and Casey Johnson from Stereo Kicks had decided to drop by to give some advice to contestants. It was your turn to run through your song for this week, and as you started your first run-through, Casey sat at the judge's desk with your mentor; his former mentor, Louis Walsh. "Who's this one? I like her", Casey asked Louis, you completely unaware of their conversation. "Her name's Y/N, but keep your hands to yourself Casey Johnson, I know what you're like", Louis told him with a smirk. Casey rolled his eyes and continued watching your performance, enjoying watching you move about the stage. Your rehearsal went without many mis-haps, and you were glad to get though it as quickly as possible; having to perform in front of Casey Johnson made you feel extremely self-conscious. A little while later you were walking to the doors of the studio, about to go back to the X Factor house. You heard someone clear their throat behind you, and turned around to see Casey Johnson standing behind you with a smirk on his face. He walked towards you and grabbed your hand, pulling you into an empty room and shutting the door. "I liked watching your rehearsal today", he told you, a cheeky smile on his face. "Urm, thanks..." you told him, not sure where this was going. "I'm sorry I didn't really give you any advice earlier though, I couldn't think of anything", he said. "After giving it some thought though, I think you need to relax a bit more while on stage", he told you. "And I think I could help you with that", he continued, giving you a wink. Your heart stopped and you now definitely knew where this was going. He placed his hand at the base of your neck, pulling your lips to his. You didn't object and in no time at all you were shedding each other of your clothes, getting down to business. Let's just say that from that day on, Casey became a familiar face at rehearsals.

Stereo Kicks Preference: You Go Into Labour In An Inconvenient Place [Requested]

A/N: I changed the request from 'you're pregnant in high school and go into labour in school', I hope you don't mind anon xo

Tom:

You were out on an Oxford Street shopping trip with Tom, getting some last-minute things for the baby. You were due any day now and there were so many things you needed to buy. You'd been having pains all throughout the day but you ignored it and soldiered on because you needed to buy this stuff. The shopping day was coming to an end, and content with the stuff you'd bought, decided to hit one more shop before heading home and resting up; hopefully the pain would go away once you relaxed. While walking to the last shop of the day, you felt your waters break. You stopped dead in your tracks. "Tom!" he turned around, realising you'd stopped. "What's wrong, babe?", Tom asked, concern evident on his face. "It seems um... my waters have broken", "Oh my god", Tom looked like he was going to faint. He dropped all the bags he was carrying and pulled out his phone to call an ambulance. "It's gonna be ok, I promise! Just hold on; please don't give birth to our baby here on a street corner", Tom rambled, panicking. The ambulance arrived promptly and you headed to the hospital to give birth to a beautiful baby boy, Louis Gabriel Mann.

Charlie:

Your baby was due to be born on Christmas day so you had a week and a half to go. You and Charlie decided to throw a Christmas party; your last chance for you both to let your hair down properly before becoming parents. All the guests had arrived and the party was in full swing, snow outside and Christmas cheer in the air. You were enjoying yourself until you started getting intense pain in you stomach. You didn't want to worry Charlie, he was having such a good time, so you decided to just go and have a nap, hoping it would pass and you could get on and enjoy the party. You got all snuggled in bed, and closed your eyes, falling into a light sleep. You were awoken by a wet feeling. Damn, you hadn't just wet yourself without realising you needed to go, had you? Oh no. It was your waters breaking; you were going into labour. Panicking, you got up and ran straight downstairs, frantically trying to find Charlie. After finally finding him, you couldn't seem to get your words out right. "Charlie I-my-the baby-I-" "What's wrong Y/N? The baby? What about the baby?" Charlie asked, worried something was wrong. Looking down at the massive wet patch on your jeans, he quickly realised what was going on. "Oh my god" he looked like he was going to be sick. "What do I do? What do I do in this situation?" he started asking frantically. "Mate, call an ambulance" Jake said, taking your hand and leading you to a seat, trying to calm the situation. "Take deep breaths, ok", Jake told you, trying to calm you down while Charlie called the ambulance. You felt like you were going to give birth before the ambulance got there, and you were so distressed that you didn't even have time to be embarrassed at the fact that all your guests could see what was happening. Luckily, the ambulance arrived in good time and you gave birth to little Ava Mia Jones at the hospital; not in front of your Christmas party guests.

Jake:

You and Jake were having a chilled night at Tom's house with some of the other Stereo Kicks boys when you went into labour. You were all watching the latest series of The X Factor, talking about how far they'd come since being on the show themselves. You started feeling a slight pain in your stomach, and let Jake know, whispering in his ear. "Babe do you wanna go home?" he asked you, looking concerned. "No, I'll be fine, it'll pass", you re-assured him. After about another twenty minutes of the pain getting worse, you got up to go and get some fresh air. As soon as you did, you felt a gush of water trickle down your legs. Oh shit. "Y/N" you haven't wet yourself have you?" Charlie asked, laughing. Jake immediately looked over at you, knowing what was happening. "Oh my god Y/N you're going into labour!", "I think I've realised that, genius" you replied sarcastically, not meaning to sound so snappy. "I'll call an ambulance", James announced, pulling out his phone. Jake got up and led you back to the sofa, sitting you down and trying to make you comfortable. You were breathing frantically, crying out at the pain. "It gonna be ok, babe, just relax", he told you, trying not to panic. "Oh god please don't give birth on my sofa", Tom said, face scrunched up, looking very distressed at the situation before him. Four hours later you gave birth to your baby boy Samuel Nicholas Sims, and not on Tom's sofa.

Chris:

You were in the passenger seat of Chris' car on a motorway driving back from a trip to the seaside when you went into labour. You were reading a magazine when you felt your waters break. "Oh my god Chris, my waters just broke", "Oh god not on my seat!" he replied. "Babe! How could you be so insensitive? I'm going into labour and all you're concerned about is your-" you were hit by an intense wave of pain and you couldn't finish your sentence, screams the only sound coming out of your mouth. "I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to say that, oh god I'm going to pull over", he said, trying to keep his eyes on the road and navigate to the hard shoulder. He pulled out his phone to call for an ambulance, but when asked where he was by the emergency services, figuring out which part of the M25 you were on was proving difficult. "Oh god Chris I am not having my baby born on a motorway!" you screamed out, crying. "I know baby, I know, please calm down", Chris said, looking like he was about to cry. He eventually figured out where you were and the ambulance arrived to take you to an unfamiliar hospital where you didn't know the midwives. But an unfamiliar hospital was better than a motorway so you were thankful. And when little Aaron Thomas Leonard was born, you didn't care where on earth you were, you were just so happy to have your husband and baby boy with you.

Barclay:

You were 8 and a half months pregnant and absolutely huge but that didn't stop you from going out for your friend's birthday. You were handling being pregnant very well, and still getting on with everything you'd usually do so tonight was going to be just the same. Or so you thought. You gave Barclay a sweet kiss on the lips, him wrapping his arms around you, telling you how beautiful you looked before you said goodbye and left the house to meet your friends. You ignored the slight discomfort you were feeling, putting it down to the fact that you were due in two weeks. Once in the club with your friends, you ordered your orange juice and sat down, deciding it would be a smart idea not to join your friends on the dance floor. As the night progressed, the pain got worse and worse until you decided to call Barclay to come pick you up and take you home, to which he obviously agreed. Just as you hung up the phone, you felt a strange liquid making it's way down your legs. Oh no. Not here, please not here. You waters had broken. The pain was getting worse and you were finding it harder to breathe, but your friends were still on the dance floor. You couldn't even stand up to get their attention, so you stayed as you were, desperately trying to gain your composure. It didn't take too long for Barclay to arrive, which you were thankful for. He called you to let you know he was outside, and you told him your waters had broken. "Oh my god, I'm coming in to get you" he said, his voice a few octave higher than usual from the shock and panic. He ran to the front of the queue of people waiting to get in, getting dirty looks from them all. "Are you on the guest list?" the bouncer asked. "No but-" Barclay didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence before the bouncer cut him off, "Well then you better get to the back of the queue", he said with a smirk on his face. "My wife's going into labour! She's in there, please mate, just help me out", the serious look on Barclay's face paired with his watering eyes told the bouncer that Barclay was telling the truth, and he motioned for him to go in, telling him he'd phone an ambulance. Barclay made his way to where you told him you were sitting, and gave you a quick kiss before picking you up bridal style and carrying you outside. "It hurts so much, Barclay", you told him, crying. "I know babe, I know. Everything's gonna be fine, I promise", he told you. He was right, everything was fine and a few hours later you gave birth to Gabriella Emilia Beales.

Casey:

You were at the Brit Awards with Casey and the rest of Stereo Kicks when you went into labour. They'd been nominated for three awards; Best British Group, British Album of the Year, and British Single of the Year. The anticipation was killing you all, you were sitting around your big round table trying to calm each other down, and you figured the pains you were getting in your stomach were just down to the nerves. The pain was getting worse and worse and you were scared. You wanted to tell Casey but you didn't want to worry him; this was such an important night for him. You'd all been informed that the first of the awards that Stereo Kicks had been nominated for was going to be announced in about 15 minutes, and you started to relax, knowing that the evening might start to go a bit faster now. Ed Sheeran had just been announced as Best British Male Solo Artist and as you stood up to applaud, you felt a stream of liquid rush down your legs. Oh god no, this was not happening, not right now. You leaned over to tell Casey what had just happened, apologising for the inconvenient timing. "Babe you're going into labour, why are you apologising? I don't care about stupid awards, I'm gonna be a dad!" he told you, his large smile making his face light up. "Guys! Someone find a medic, Y/N's going into labour!" he announced, a few of the guys running off to find the on-site paramedics who were quickly by your side. Just as you were being helped into your wheelchair, puffing and panting, Stereo Kicks had been announced as the winners of British Album of the Year. The whole arena erupted into cheers, and Casey leaned down to give you a kiss. "Babe quick, go up and collect your award with the rest of the boys, I can wait" you told him, not wanting to ruin this moment for him. "Babe, I'm not leaving you even for a second. There's no better way I'd like to remember this award" he told you, his eyes watering with an overload of emotions. The rest of the boys ran up to the stage to collect the award, James taking the lead in the acceptance speech with, "You may not have noticed that there is one of us missing, but Casey is down there with his wife being escorted to the hospital to give birth to their first born, and the first Stereo Kicks baby. We'd like to dedicate this award to the three of them, congratulations guys". The arena cheered even louder than before, you and Casey waving up at the stage while being escorted out to the waiting ambulance. That was the night that Stereo Kicks won all three of the awards they were nominated for, and although Casey wasn't there to collect any of them, there was nowhere else he'd have preferred to have been than with you and your beautiful little baby boy, Matthew Lucas Johnson.

James:

Stereo Kicks where about to embark on a major world tour when you found out you were pregnant. There was no way James was going to miss out on the pregnancy of your first child so he took you on tour with him. After 6 months of touring with only a few weeks at home in between continents, you were so glad to finally be on your way home. You were seven months pregnant and looking forward to spending the last 2 months at home, relaxing. It was a long flight home from Tokyo where Stereo Kicks had played their last show of the tour, made longer by the persistent pain in your abdomen. With 2 months left till the due date, you weren't worried at all and just figured that it was the latitude. 3 hours into the flight and the pain was really starting to bother you. You continued on ignoring it until you couldn't any longer; you waters had broken. This could not be happening. You were 30,000 feet in the air, you had no idea where in the world you were, what timezone you were on, and worst of all, this baby was going to be born 2 months premature. Panic filled your mind and you whacked James' shoulder, waking him up from his peaceful sleep. You told him what was happening and he almost couldn't believe it. He had no idea what to do and looked like he was going to faint. He got up out of his seat and screamed out, "My wife is going into labour, someone tell me what the hell to do!" Panic bombarded the flight and attendants rushed through the flight, trying to find a midwife of doctor on board. The pilot announced that he would be making an emergency landing as soon as possible, but the contractions were getting worse and you weren't sure you'd be able to hold on much longer. They found a doctor which relieved you a tiny bit, and she gave you advise on controlling your breathing and helped to calm you down. Not long after, the doctor informed you that she could see a head, and from then you knew it was game over. You were about to give birth to a premature baby on a plane; the outcome wasn't looking great and everyone knew it. James had your hand the whole time while the other boys stayed together, hoping everything would be ok. A short while later, screams filled the plane; not just yours, but those of a tiny baby girl. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and cheers filled the plane. Although born premature and without proper medical equipment, your baby was alive. You were not completely clear of danger yet though, the baby needed to be taken to hospital to ensure there was definitely nothing wrong. The emergency landing began, and you sat there, cradling your beautiful baby girl. After what seemed like hours you finally reached the hospital in a random Russian city and found out that your baby, although tiny, was perfectly fine. Given her very random, dramatic birth 30,000 feet above Russian skies, you decided to give her a suitably Russian name, Veronika Katerina Graham.

Reece:

It was the last date of Stereo Kicks' UK tour, and you were sat in the O2 Arena watching your husband and his band, so proud at all they had achieved. Reece had told you to stay at home as you were heavily pregnant and due in a week, but there was no way you were going to miss this. Halfway through the show, your waters broke and you felt you contractions start. You should have listened to Reece and stayed at home, then maybe this wouldn't have happened. You felt so frustrated and angry with yourself but if's and maybe's weren't going to stop this from happening. This baby wanted to come out, and it wanted to come out now. You were sat with Reece's family who immediately brought over the on-site medics to escort you out and got the message to Stereo Kicks' manager that you had gone into labour. You were in the ambulance on the way to hospital wishing Reece was with you, but you were also hoping this baby would hang on long enough for Reece to be able to finish the show before being there for the birth. This was a big night for him and you didn't want to ruin it. Stereo Kicks' manager ran onto the stage mid-song, whispering the news in Reece's ear. Reece gathered the other curious boys around and whispered the news to them. "You have to go mate, we can finish the show without you" Chris said, the others agreeing. Reece announced to the audience that he was sorry but he was going to have to leave as his wife had just gone into labour. The whole arena cheered, excited for baby Bibby. Reece arrived at the hospital just in time for the birth of little Kayley Alaina Bibby while the boys finished the show which they dedicated to the three of you.

Stereo Kicks Preference: Someone Walks In On You [Requested]

A/N: I'm really enjoying writing Stereo Kicks preferences, thanks for all your requests. Stereo Kicks ones do take such a long time to do though because there's 8 of them :') So sorry I'm being so slow with them. Hope you enjoy! :) xo

Barclay:

You knew you shouldn't have been doing this. Someone could walk in any minute. But that was all part of the trill. You were in Stereo Kicks' dressing room and the other boys had gone to get Nando's. You decided to stay behind, and Barclay took that as a signal for him to stay behind too so that you could get down to business. This was becoming a regular routine, sneaking around and trying not to get caught. It was the big thrill you were looking for, but you did feel guilty. You wondered if Barclay did too, and the way he could never look any of the boys in the eyes after one of your little 'sessions' told you he did. There was one boy in particular that he couldn't look in the eye ever, no matter how hard he tried. James. You see, what you and Barclay were doing wasn't just good, clean fun. It was cheating. You were cheating on James. You pushed all the bad thoughts out of you head and continued kissing Barclay in the middle of the dressing room. Breathlessly, you lifted up his top, pulling away from the deep kiss momentarily to lift it over his head to reveal his toned abs. James didn't give you this feeling, this excitement, this lust. You attached your lips back to his desperately, like he was the oxygen you needed to breathe. He mirrored your actions, lifting your top over your head and throwing it to the floor. He pushed you over to one of the sofas, climbing on top of you, unzipping his jeans as he did. He was sucking on your neck, taking you to places James never could. You were so lost in the moment that you didn't even hear the door open. You weren't sure how long James had been standing in the room for, but when you looked up to see him standing there you knew he'd been there long enough. "I'm so sorry" you breathed out. Barclay got up off of you and turned to face James. "Mate, I... I don't know what to say", he said, his voice full of regret. "Don't bother", James told him, giving you one last tear-filled glance and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

James:

"I can't believe you'd believe a stupid magazine article over me!" You shouted at James, fed up of this silly argument over a 'source happy' journalist who wanted to print filthy lies about you sleeping with 'an unnamed mystery man'. The same types of articles had been written about James time and time again but you always believed him; why couldn't he have that same trust in you? "I've seen what you're like when you go out with your friends, Y/N!" "Oh have you now? What am I like then, huh James?" You shouted at him, pushing him back in frustration. Being a lot taller and stronger than you, he barely moved. His face went from deep frustration to anger and his eyes went at least two shades darker. He took a step forward and now you were almost touching. This time, his voice was a lot lower, almost a calm tone to it. "You dress like a slut, flirt with other guys and I wouldn't be at all surprised if you've gone home with them on more than a few occasions". That was it. Anger consumed you and before you could think about what you were doing you gave him a massive slap across the face. He stood there for a few seconds, shocked, before grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed. He forcefully crashed his lips onto yours and you kissed back, pulling him as close to you as you could. You heard the bedroom door open and you both immediately pulled away from your heated session to see a very red-cheeked Reece in the doorway "I-uh, I-um. I'll come back later" he stuttered out before turning on his heels as quickly as he could, almost running away. You and James looked at each other, laughing, before quickly continuing what you'd started.

Jake:

Jake had been on tour with Stereo Kicks for two months, and you hadn't seen him in just as long. You both missed each other like crazy, and in an attempt to not waste any time in seeing each other again, you decided to go to his apartment and wait for him to come home. The delight on his face when he came home and you were sitting on his bed was very evident in the smirk that formed on his face. He came closer, sat down next to you and without saying a word, pressed his lips to yours. The kiss deepened very quickly, his large hand holding the back of your neck. You pulled away for air, gasping breathlessly. "I missed you so much", he told you, his big brown eyes full of lust. Instead of replying, you continued the kiss, pushing him onto the bed and straddling him. You pulled off your top and threw it to the ground, then helped him do the same. You were un-zipping his jeans just as Casey walked into the bedroom he shared with Jake. Without saying a word he placed a large bag on his bed next to Jake's, and walked straight back to the door. Before he walked out, he turned around, looked straight at you and Jake who were still in the same position you were when he came in, half-naked, your hands still hovering over his zip, and said "Mate, next time lock the door yeah, I'll get the hint", winked, turned back around and exited the room.

Reece:

You were at a house party thrown by a friend of your friend and you’d been having an awful time until you met Reece. You seemed to click instantly and he completely turned your night around. Neither of you were in the mood for dancing so you just sat together in an empty bedroom drinking and talking. You found Reece interesting, he was a lot different to most boys his age. He was intelligent and had an air of sophistication about him that made you attracted to him and, well, of course there were his looks too. You spent hours chatting away while the party was in full swing, and you were both getting quite drunk. “I bet you £5 you’re a good kisser” you said, slurring words slightly. “Does that mean I should be a bad kisser then?” he asked, slurring words slightly too. “I don’t care either way” you told him before attacking his lips with yours. Turns out he was a good kisser like you’d thought. His lips, soft and warm blended perfectly onto yours, the taste of alcohol from both of your mouths getting stinger for both of you. The kiss was sweet but passionate; affectionate but urgent. It seemed to last forever, neither of you wanting to break it. That was until the door swung open and a very drunk boy and girl stumbled in, falling onto the bed immediately, eating each others faces. They hadn’t even noticed you and Reece sitting on the floor in the corner. You and Reece decided it’d be best to make a quick exit as voyeurism wasn’t really a hobby of either of yours. Reece grabbed your hand and led you out, both of you laughing uncontrollably at how the couple were half naked before you’d even left the room.

Casey:

You knew that as a member of Stereo Kicks’ management team, you shouldn’t have been doing things with Casey while on tour with them. It was unprofessional and you’d surely lose your job if anyone found out, but Casey was irresistible and as soon as he turned on the charm and made it obvious that he wanted something to happen between the two of you, you couldn’t help but go with it. The sneaking off and making sure no one noticed made the tour so much more fun, and of course, the thrill of almost getting caught was the best part. You’d never been as close to getting caught as that one time in New York on the American leg of the tour. You shared a room with another member of the management team, Marianna. In all honesty she scared you. She was a bitch and you were pretty certain she’d do anything she could to get you in trouble. She wasn’t around a lot, and was only going to be following the tour for a week and a half. But that week and a half meant that you had to share hotel rooms with her. Seeing as Casey was always sharing rooms, you could never get down down to business in his, so you always went to your room, but now you couldn’t go to either of yours. This week and a half was going to be such a drag. Casey looked so hot today and there was just something about New York City that just romanticised everything, making you want him even more than usual. Marianna had mentioned she’d be going shopping for a few hours so you took it as your opportunity. Having Marianna share with you was not going to stop you, not today. Knowing that you only had a short amount of time was reflected in the way you ripped his shirt off and threw it across the room. There was such an urgency in the way you kissed, his hand at the base of your neck, slightly tugging on your hair. You unbuckled his belt, hands slightly shaking in both anticipation and anxiety; the fact that Marianna could walk in at any point made your senses go into overload. You unbuttoned his jeans and un-zipped them, hearing the swipe of the key-card on the hotel room door. “Fuck” you breathed, heart racing to the point you felt light-headed. Casey’s eyes went wider than a deer in headlights, and you quickly pushed him to the floor, him landing with a slight thud. This was it. This was the end of your career. Casey wouldn’t be able to hide on the floor next to your bed for long before she noticed, if she got too close to your bed she’d be able to see him straight away. “Alright Y/N?”, she asked. “You look a bit flushed”, she continued. Shit. This only made your heart beat faster and your cheeks go redder. You were certain you were going to faint. “I-I’m fine, just a bit head-achy is all”, you told her, trying to act as normal as possible. “Alright, well, I just came to drop some bags off, I’m off out again to continue my shopping spree. Give me a shout if you need anything”, she said before exiting the room. You couldn’t believe it. You’d actually got away with it. Your heart beat started to slow and you felt like you could breathe again. You rolled to the edge of the bed to see casey on the floor with the biggest smirk on his face, looking a lot calmer than you. He reached up and pulled you from the bed, making you roll off and fall on top of him. You then finished what you started, right there on the floor.

Tom:

Your boyfriend didn’t appreciate you; everyone knew that. He was never there for you, always making you look like a fool. You were sick of it. That’s why when Tom was over at your place that evening, you just couldn’t resist. Yes, he was your best friend, but he was the one who cared about you, that treated you how you deserved to be treated. He spent the night with you when you were lonely, when your boyfriend was’t there for you, cooking you food and watching your favourite movies with you. Yes, he was your best friend, but that didn’t stop you from sleeping with him. It all happened so fast, you didn’t even have time to process what was going on but all you knew was that you wanted Tom, right in that moment, and you wanted him bad. One minute you were on the sofa talking, next minute you were leaning in to kiss each other. Soon after you were passionately making out, tearing each others clothes off. Before you knew it you’d moved to the bedroom, wasting no time in getting exactly what you wanted from each other. Tom was the best you’d ever had; it wasn’t like this with your boyfriend, you just didn’t have the same chemistry. But with Tom, it was special. It felt right. He was making you feel better than your boyfriend ever did, he giving you love rather than just taking it like your boyfriend did. You were so lost in pure bliss that you didn’t even hear the bedroom door open. All you heard was a deliberate cough, and it didn’t come from Tom. Fuck. You looked up over Tom’s shoulder to see your boyfriend standing by the door. Noticing your sudden tension and noting the fact your eyes seemed to be fixed on someone, Tom froze. “I-I can explain!” You said desperately. “No need”, your boyfriend told you before walking straight back out the door.

Charlie:

You were best friends with the Stereo Kicks boys, but you were a little bit more than that with Charlie. It was still early days, you’d only officially become a couple a few weeks ago, but you both liked each other a lot. None of the other boys knew about it as you didn’t want it to be weird between you all. You were sitting around with the boys watching TV, you and Charlie in the corner of the room drawing patterns on each others’ skin with your fingers. You were both completely lost in your own little world where only the two of you existed. You wanted some time alone away from the other boys so you both got up and walked to Charlie’s bedroom. As soon as Charlie closed the door, he pressed his lips to yours sweetly. You both just stood there in the middle of his room, making out, lost in your own little paradise. That was until Jake and Casey burst into the room, making cheering noises and clapping, the other boys outside in the hallway, laughing. You and Charlie broke away from the kiss immediately, cheeks redder than tomato. “Just so you know, we’ve known about this for ages”, Jake said cheekily, a massive grin on his face. You and Charlie looked at each other, shocked. You thought you’d been so secretive about it. “Don’t look so shocked. The whispering in each others ears and touching each other all the time kind of gave it away, mate”, Casey informed you, smirking. Oh well, at least it was out in the open now.

Chris:

Your parent’s didn’t like Chris; you weren’t sure why. He was such a gentleman, sweet, kind, caring. He treated you like a lady. But for some reason, your parents just didn’t think he was good enough for their 'little princess'. You promised them you’d broken up with him, but that had been a lie. You’d been seeing each other in secret for a few weeks now. It was quite fun; you enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around; it made things a lot more interesting. And you know what they say about wanting things that you can’t have even more… Your parents had gone out for a meal so you took the opportunity to invite Chris over. He showed up promptly, aware that you only had a couple of hours. Wasting no time, he got straight down to business, throwing you down on the bed and climbing on top of you. You pulled his lips to yours, kissing him with so much passion. Things got heated very quickly and you were practically dry-humping each other. You were both so lost in the moment that you didn’t even hear the footsteps coming up the stairs, or your parents walking into your room. “What the hell do you think you’re doing with my daughter?” you dad shouted, making you and Chris jump and freeze in your very awkward position. “Chris Leonard! Get out of my house now and I never want to see you again!” your mother shouted, a look of disgust evident on her face. Chris didn’t need to be told twice and got up off of you quickly, running past your parents, out of your bedroom door, down the stairs and out of the house as fast as he could. “You’ve got some explaining to do, young lady” your mother told you.