Good Girls

Requested: Ye

Author: Brit

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Michael:

It had been a long night. You were on tour with the boys since Michael invited you and you had been keeping yourself busy with work. You were doing a lot of tour photography for their new book, which was unbelievably tiring. They boys were even more tired than you after they came off stage that night. Michael’s eyes drooped, but as soon as he came backstage he planted a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You smiled at his exhaustion and the five of you collapsed onto different couches around the tour bus.

Nobody wanted to admit they were tired so Luke decided to put on a movie. Michael and Luke were sitting on one couch while you, Cal, and Ashton sat on the other. At some point during the movie, almost everyone fell asleep; everyone except Michael. He was scowling at the scene across from him. You were fast asleep with your head on Calum’s shoulder and your hand limped over Ash’s knee.

“Luke,” Michael nudged the dozing blond, “Luke, wake up.” Luke jolted awake and rubbed his eyes. He looked up at the guitarist with confusion. “What does that look like to you?” Michael asked, gesturing to you and the other two.

Luke shrugged. “I don’t know,” He mumbled, wanting to go back to bed, “I see three sleeping people. I should be one of them.”

“No,” Michael scolded, “That’s my girlfriend, in between two of my best friends.”

“They’re just sleeping.”

“She’s cheating on me.”

“What? Mikey, you’re crazy.”

“Well, why else would she be asleep on Calum’s shoulder?” Michael was exasperated.

Suddenly a female voice spoke up, interrupting the guitarists. “Maybe because I was tired and just kinda fell asleep on Calum’s shoulder,” You said, unimpressed.

Your boyfriend laughed nervously, “Hey, you heard that?” You nodded. “Well,” Michael smacked his lip, “I suppose you’re not cheating on me then.”

You got up and sat on his lap. “You’re stupid, Michael,” You laughed. He smiled and kissed you. You pulled apart from him and turned to Luke. “Hey, Lukey,” You joked,” You’re looking good today. Wanna make out?”

“I hate you, Y/N,” Michael ruffled your hair and kissed you again.

Ashton:

You were waiting for your best friend after school. You and Ashton always walked home together since you lived close to each other. You glanced at the time on your phone as you noticed the after school crowd thinning out. Ashton was later than usual and you started to worry.

Just as you were about to call him, you spotted him talking to some girl by the front door. You scrunched your nose in disgust. Who even is that? He was laughing and she was twirling her hair with her fingers. You had seen enough stupid Rom-Coms that said that was a sure way to flirt.

He waved goodbye to her and walked over to you. You realized you still had a look of repugnance on your face and quickly snapped out of it. You plastered on a huge fake smile and swung your arm around him. “Hey, buddy!” You chirped, overly cheerful, “How was your day? Did you talk to anyone interesting? Who was that girl? Are you dating anyone and not telling me? Did you have a good lunch?”

Ashton threw his head back, laughing like an idiot. “Slow down there, Y/N,” He chuckled and brought you close, “Is my best friend a little jealous?”

“No!” You snapped, “Of course not. Are you dating her?”

“Y/N,” Ashton said smiling, “I can’t tell you that.”

You started to get overwhelmed with feelings. You were mad at him for being so vague and guilty at yourself for feeling mad and – you just didn’t know what you were feeling. “Ash!” Your voice was high and squeaky, “Just give it to me straight. I can handle it.”

You walked in silence for more than half the walk home. You felt awful for jumping on him like that, but you thought it was his job to tell you big things like this. After moments of quiet, you spoke softly, “Ash…”

“She’s on the prom committee,” He talked over you, “She’s doing a random survey to see what the theme should be. We’re not dating. I just thought it was funny to see you all flustered.”

You punched his arm, “You’re a jerk!”

“And you were jealous!” “Yeah! I was so don’t do it again!”

“As long as you never do the same to me, Y/N.”

Calum:

Calum didn’t quite know what he was getting into when he first started dating you. You were both in college. He was the classic frat boy who held a permanent smirk on his face. You were the classic bookworm who would roll your eyes at him from afar. It was all cliché and boring on the outside. The jock goes for the nerd and they fall in love after her hesitation and his persistence. But you didn’t like cliché. You liked exciting and new. So what Calum saw on the outside when you first met, wasn’t exactly what the real story was.

One unusually quiet night, Calum was sitting in his frat room, playing bass after you turned down a date night. You had seemed to be flaking on him more regularly. He stared out the window and saw your dorm from across the way. He squinted as he saw a 2nd floor window slide open. He could faintly see a girl climb out and scale the building with some help from her roommate. The girl jumped onto the ground and landed flat on both feet. She looked around and then started sprinting. She held a little brown cloth bag with not much in it. Calum realized that girl was his bookworm girlfriend and panicked.

He threw on some shoes and dashed out the door to find her. He was stopped multiple times along the way, delaying his exit by at least 15 minutes. He hopped in his car and started to drive. He drove in circles for about an hour out of town until he pulled over to take a piss. There were woods so he decided to take a leak on one of the trees.

As he unzipped his pants, he saw a light coming from deeper into the woods. He walked slowly to investigate and came to a campsite where you were sat in the middle of a bunch of bearded outdoorsy dudes. You were all laughing, drinking, and having a great time, which infuriated Calum, though he wasn’t sure why. “Y/N, what the hell?” He shouted and your eyes widened at his presence, “Do you even know these guys?”

“No,” You said simply and went back to chatting with them.

Calum wasn’t having any of it. “Well then, what the fuck are you doing?” He snarled, “Get back to campus! God, I can’t believe you blew me off to hang with a bunch of campers.”

You stood up and held your ground. You let out a deep breath and yelled, “You’re holding me back!”

Calum whipped around and scrunched up his face. “What?” He spat, “I’m holding you back?”

“Yeah, you heard me,” You growled, “You know, just because I don’t like the party scene doesn’t mean I don’t crave adventure! All I want is to explore and do things that other people don’t. You’re holding me back from that.”

“Oh please.”

“I think you’re jealous!” You smirked, “I think you’re jealous because I’m actually doing interesting things every night and you stick to the same routine.”

Calum sighed, “Maybe, you’re right. I mean, partying every single night isn’t fun. I want to do what you do.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that,” You began to back away, closer to the camp, “You should leave, Cal.”

Luke:

“Hey, hey, Luke,” You teased as the two of you were watching a boring movie.

“What?” He asked, willingly pulling his attention away from the big screen.

“Wanna know something?”

“Sure, Y/N.”

“I’ve never lost a game of Clue before.”

“Like the board game?” He asked and you nodded with pride. He smirked and pulled you close, “Are you challenging me?” You nodded again and jumped off the couch to grab the game. “Good,” Luke sighed, “This movie sucked anyway,” and he turned off the TV.

You called up the other three boys and had them come over because two is just not a sufficient number to play Clue with. As soon as they al arrived, you set up the game in front of the fire. “I’ll beat you, Y/N,” Michael winked, “Winner takes Luke’s heart.”

“In your dreams, Clifford,” You laughed and started the game.

About halfway through the game, you started to get nervous. You felt Luke creeping in close. The way he wrote down everything every player was doing made you feel anxious. He definitely had a strategy. But he wouldn’t beat you. You never lost.

After about an hour and a half of playing, it was neck and neck between you and Luke. Unfortunately, your boyfriend made it to the end first. He correctly guessed the weapon, the room, and the murderer, and anger took over in you. “Looks like I’m the keeper of my heart,” Luke gloated, “And more importantly… I beat the undefeated!”

You growled to yourself and stormed into your room, leaving all the boys clueless as to why you were so mad about a stupid game. You slammed the door and that was the cue for Michael, Calum, and Ash to leave. Luke said goodbye to them then rushed into your room. “Y/N,” He said softly as you glared at him from your bed, “What’s going on? I didn’t think you would take the game so seriously.”

“Ugh!” You groaned and flopped into the pillows, “This isn’t about the game.”

Now Luke was extremely confused. He didn’t think he did anything to upset her except win. And he surely didn’t think she mad about Michael’s prize for the winner. “Um,” He stuttered, not sure of what to say.

You didn’t wait for him to speak. “Don’t you see, Luke?” You questioned, “You have everything you could ever want yet you don’t see it. You’re living your dream, you have the best friends, and I kind of love you a lot. I’m just tired of always having to wait back here for you, doing absolutely nothing. I’m jealous of everything you get to do; everything you get to be.” He was silent for a moment before you started speaking again. “Trust me I know it’s stupid that a game I’ve never lost triggered this, but,” You trailed off, “Just let me have Clue! Let me have one victory!”

Luke crawled into bed with you and cuddled into your shoulder. He kissed your skin softly and whispered, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am. From now on I’ll help you achieve your dream. I’ll do everything in my power. I promise.”

“Thank you, Luke,” You smiled and kissed his nose, “But you have more power than you think. Maybe don’t use all of it. I want to earn it a little.”

“Alright,” He chuckled, “And we’ll pretend this game of Clue never happened. You’re still undefeated.”

You hugged him and giggled, “Now that I’ll take!”

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The front door slammed shut at 4:01 am. You groaned as you squinted at the digital clock on your bedside table. You got up and threw on a sweatshirt. You shuffled out into the living room and there, having trouble locking the door, was your roommate, Luke Hemmings. His eyes were red and you could basically smell the alcohol on his breath from where you were standing.

“Oh Hi, Y/N!” Luke chirped, “What are you doing up? Wanna watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians and play drinking games?”

“I’d rather do anything else,” You chuckled and grabbed hold of his arm, “Let’s go, Luke.”

The blonde’s eyes widened, “Where are we going? Are we going to Narnia? Oh, I’ve always wanted to go there. You’re the best, Y/N.”

“Close, but no.”

You started walking him to his room. Your rooms were directly across the living room from each other. He stumbled around next to you as you guided him to his bed. You already had a t-shirt and pajama pants laid out for him. He slipped into them when you turned around, promising not to look. You got him a glass of water and helped him into bed. He hugged on of the many pillows surrounding him. You patted down his hair, loosening the hairspray that held up his quiff. You kissed his forehead and said, “Goodnight, Lewi. Rest up.”

“Y/N,” He whimpered and you turned around to face him again, “I love you, and also I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Bucket to your left.”

You left to the sounds of Luke retching and crawled back into your own bed. You were always prepared for this. You had a routine. To be honest, it was getting a little old. As you were falling asleep again, you started plotting ways to get back at him, make him learn his lesson.

Only hours later, at 9:30, you woke up to start the day. You waltzed into Luke’s room with extra spunk and stamina. Sure enough, he was passed out, drooling a waterfall. The puke bucket had been very well used, making you cringe. For your first plan of action, you jumped on his bed up and down until he woke up.

Luke’s eyes shot open and the motion caused him to be sick in the bucket again. He rolled over and put his arm over his eyes and moaned. “Y/N, stop,” He grumbled, “I hate you.”

“Oh, please,” You laughed and got under the covers with him, “I’ve been thinking… We haven’t had a roommate-bonding day in a while. So I’ve planned the whole day out, I hope you’re feeling up to it! I worked so hard on making it the best day ever.”

You assumed Luke would push you out of his bed and reject your offer, but he surprised you. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He popped in the Advil you left him during the night and gulped down some water. “You’re right,” He said sluggishly, “I have to shower first and then we can go do something.”

“Yay!” You cheered and kissed his cheek sloppily. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. You heard the shower go and Luke humming to himself. He always put on a show when he was in the shower. You waited for him to get out so you could go in yourself.

“Your turn,” Luke nodded as he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He shook the water out of his hair and started fumbling with it immediately.

You went into the bathroom and started blasting music. You would never allow Luke to hear you sing in the shower. You got undressed and made your way to the shower. As you approached, you slipped in a massive puddle of water. You screamed as you fell on the cold tile.

Suddenly, Luke came rushing in with panic in his eyes. He froze in the doorway, cheeks turning an unnatural shade of pink. “Uh, um, uh,” He stuttered, plastering one hand over his eyes in embarrassment, “You, you’re nakie and I am now fully sober.”

“Oh my god,” You whispered, “You just said ‘nakie.’ What the hell is wrong with you, Hemmings? I’m naked, naked.” You scrambled to wrap your towel around your body.

Luke coughed awkwardly and cleared his throat, “So, are you ok?”

“Yeah,” You couldn’t look him in the eyes, “You can leave now.”

After you got out of the shower, Luke was sitting on the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal. As soon as he saw you, he almost dropped the bowl and slipped off the countertop. You rolled your eyes, now annoyed with how he was handling the incident. “You know this never would’ve happened if you kept the shower cleaner,” You spat and went to your room.

Minutes, you emerged from your room and noticed Luke’s door closed. You decided to handle it “like an adult,” and barge into his room to talk about it. “Look, Luke,” You said sternly as you marched into his room, “We should talk about this.” You picked your eyes up and saw Luke, in the middle of changing his pants, junk out and all. “What the fuck, Luke?” You screamed, “Why are you naked?”

“This is my room!” He yelled back, quickly covering up, “I was changing!”

“Ugh!” You threw your hands up and walked into the living room. You plopped yourself onto the couch and propped your legs up on the coffee table.

A couple minutes after, Luke came out fully dressed and sat down next to you. “So,” He said, “This has been a weird day.” You nodded in agreement. “Sorry for barging in on you and reacting badly,” Luke apologized, “You just make me nervous sometimes.”

“Sorry for inviting myself into your room while you were having your man business.”

“I was changing.”

“Sure.”

Luke chuckled to himself. “You know,” He said, “This is kinda like that episode of Friends.”

You laughed as well. “You’re right, at least now we’re even,” You leaned your head on his shoulder, “What a great show. I would totally be Joey.”

“Yeah right,” Luke snorted, “I would be Joey.”

“Please! You’re such a Monica.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

Luke sighed and put his arm around you, “Can we watch a marathon of Friends?”

You nodded eagerly, “You sure? You’re not going out tonight?”

“Nah,” Luke kicked his feet up on the table like yours, “I’d rather stay in with the best roommate ever.”

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Requested: Ye

Author: Brit

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Luke (His POV):

“There is not a single word in thewhole world

That could describe the hurt”

The sun had set long ago and Y/N had gone to bed, but I was still up. I sat on the couch for hours, simply staring at the TV screen in front of me. I’ve been going to bed later and later and staying in bed later and later. I don’t have the motivation to do anything. She’s been worried about me, but I tell her to relax.

I wait until I know for sure she’s asleep and then I crawl into bed too. Tonight was no different. Y/N used to try to stay up with me when I was having bad days, but I saw the toll it took on her. I convinced her I was good and I think she bought it. At around 3:00 am, I retreated under the covers on our bed. Sure enough, Y/N was sleeping peacefully and a tiny smile poked at my cheeks. I put my head down and laid on my side, back to her. I’m not exactly sure why, but I started to get emotional.

Silent tears streamed down my face and I couldn’t control it. I felt my body start to shake. I held my breath, trying not to wake her up. I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking I could close out the bad thoughts. Just as I’m ready to pull my hair out, I felt Y/N’s delicate hands around my waist.

She sat up, holding me in her arms, and turned on the lamp next to me. She wrapped one of her legs around me and gently placed her chin on my shoulder. I leaned my head on hers and waited for my breathing to even out.

Once I was mostly collected, Y/N spoke, “What are you feeling right now?”

“I don’t even know.”

“Just tell me something, Luke,” She pleaded, “I want to help. I would do anything to help you.”

I sniffed, “I can’t think of any words to describe how I’m feeling, Y/N, and I’m frustrated because I don’t know how to be helped.”

She stayed quiet for a couple of minutes. “You know, you don’t need to know how to be helped right now. You can find yourself step by step. Just let me know along the way.”

“Can you be with me right now?”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Michael (Your POV):

“And I, I hate to see your heart break

I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close”

I was sitting backstage, reading the latest issue of Kerrang! when the boys got off stage. Ashton and Luke were making fun of each other, Calum was already getting out of his clothes, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. “It sounded great, guys,” I acknowledged, “Where’s my boyfriend?”

“Don’t know,” Luke shrugged, “He disappeared after the set.”

“Alright, thanks,” I patted him on the back and went on a search to find Michael. I went to the main stage where everyone was clearing out. I walked around to the back of the building where there were a bunch of hallways that led to seemingly nowhere. I turned a corner with very little light and damp floors. Sitting at the end of the hallway was my blue-haired boyfriend. “Hey,” I said as I got closer to him. I looked at his face and saw the fake smile and the pain hiding behind it.

Michael held my hand and kissed it gently. “Hey, love,” His smile lied to me, “How are you? How do you think the show went?”

I couldn’t reply to him. I saw his eyes and saw the emptiness they held. I didn’t understand why he wasn’t telling me what was wrong. My skin started to overheat and I could feel tears start to well up in my eyes. I blinked and they suddenly all came falling down.

“Y/N,” Michael panicked and held me close, “What’s going on with you?”

“What’s going on with me? Michael, what the hell is going on with you?” I sobbed, “You’re sad all the time and won’t open up to anyone. You keep trying to mask it and I’m scared. I’m so scared, Mikey. I don’t want you to fade away.”

A saw a tear run down his cheek as well. He sniffed and wiped it up. I’m just a little broken right now,” He whispered, “But you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Too bad. I’ll do anything to help you. Just say the word.”

Calum (His POV):

“For all the air that's in your lungs

For all the joy that is to come.”

I walked home from school along today. Usually Y/N and I would walk together, but she wasn’t in classes. I rounded the corner and found myself in front of my house. I opened the gate, went through the front door, threw my stuff on the ground, and marched straight up to my room.

I hopped on my bed and opened the shade to my window. Directly across from my room was Y/N’s room. We’ve lived next to each other ever since I could remember. We both had little ledges sprouted from underneath he windows. We would sit there and talk to each other for hours on warm nights. I slid open the window and crawled outside. “Y/N,” I called to the other house. She didn’t come out, but I knew she was there.

I reached inside my room and carefully pulled out my guitar. I started strumming and singing Blackbird by The Beatles, one of her all time favorites. After a couple of lines, she slid her window and leaned on the sill, rested her head in her arms. She smiled, but tears moved quietly down her face. After I was done, I let the two of us just sit in silence for a couple of minutes. “You weren’t at school today,” I released the obvious, “Again.”

“I can’t handle it, Cal,” Y/N sniffed and closed her eyes, “It’s getting worse at school. I can’t go anymore.”

I stretched my legs across the way and hopped over to her ledge. I noticed her start to cry again so I took her hand in mine. “Do me a favor,” I said, “Take a deep breath.”

Y/N inhaled shakily and exhaled smoother. “Why’d you make me do that?”

“You’re breathing for a reason, Y/N,” I attempted to cheer her up, “Each breath is a new opportunity for joy to fill your lungs.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Ashton:

“For all the things that you're alive to feel

Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal.”

He broke up with me. I was stunned. We had been together for two and a half years. I thought things were going well. I was walking home after being completely humiliated when I started sobbing. I never thought of myself as the girl to cry after being dumped, but he was such a big part of my life. There was only one person I wanted to talk to. I whipped out my phone and dialed my best friend. His phone went straight to voicemail and I began to cry harder.

Tears blinded my vision as I spoke into the speaker, “Hey Ash. I know you’re on tour right now and you’re really busy, but I really need someone to talk to. Cody broke up with me and I’m a fucking mess. I miss you so much.”

I began crossing a street despite my vision and continued to speak, “I just give up on everything, Ash. Please call me back when you get this. I love -,” suddenly a car sped around the corner and the next thing I knew, everything went black.

I couldn’t move. Every bone in my body was too heavy to lift. My eyes were sealed shut. I couldn’t even think. I was completely numb. People talk about feeling numb after a big break up, but I was actually numb. I let the darkness take me and I saw nothing but black once again.

It didn’t feel like I was asleep for long, but I felt surreal. Nothing felt like real life. I still couldn’t move or open my eyes, but I started to hear beeping. They were short and steady, repeating after seconds. Then I heard his voice, “Come on, Y/N,” He spoke. I wanted to reply, but I couldn’t. I had no control.

“Look,” He continued, “I don’t know if you can hear me but, god that sounds so cliché, I’m gonna talk anyway. I know you probably don’t want to wake up, but you have to. I don’t know how to make you wake up, but- Fuck; you have to live, Y/N! You just have to. I need you goddammit! What will I do if they take you away from me.”

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. I felt like crying, but I have no idea if I actually was. I don’t know what happened to me, but what I did know is that Ashton was sitting next to me, waiting for me, and I let him down.

I could hear him crying now, but I still couldn’t open my eyes.

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