Part 1 - Part 2

Ashton:

Ashton walks up the stairs without a word and the sound of drawers being opened and slammed shut makes you more upset than you already were. You stand quietly and walk up the stairs, watching him from the door frame as he stops to shake his hand furiously of the pain and blood. He growls to himself and covers his face in his hands, not knowing you were standing there.

"Ash, let me fix your hand," you walk up to him and take off your shirt.

"Y/N," he uncovers his face and stares into your eyes as you wrap the shirt around his hand. "Please let me fix this.."

Calum:

Michael sits shirtless at the edge of his bed and plays video games as you chew on your second slice of pizza. You watch him in bemusement, a knock at his door suddenly bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Damn," Michael pauses the game and walks over to the door. "Hey Cal," Michael speaks nonchalantly as he stands there.

"You wanna play GTA?" Calum holds up a game case and Michael smirks at him with a small laugh and shakes his head.

"I’m hanging out with Y/N," Calum looks over at you and squints in disgust. You look away and play on your phone.

"Careful Mikey, she does this with all her guy friends."

Luke:

He slowly peels you off of him and looks into your eyes seriously, “Buy me another one.”

"No!" You laugh but he won’t follow along.

"Y/N you own like half of my wardrobe and I always have to steal Ashton’s shirts on tour, I’m serious, get me another one or never wear my clothes again."

"Fine, then give me my undies back."

"THAT WAS ONE TIME!"

Michael:

"I don’t know what to say," you laugh awkwardly and shrug your shoulders, standing from the spot you once kneeled in to sit closely beside him. "Don’t pity me because of this and don’t tell other people either."

"Why not? Y/N you’re totally pregnant and- I’m having complications anyway, so, it might not even make it. Forget about this baby thing, I’ll just take off of work tomorrow."

Ashton:

He’ll be silent, with wide eyes and lips pressed into a thin line. It wasn’t a sign you ever expected from Ashton, but when you told him the news of you getting into college in London, there was a physical ache in his chest that you reciprocated. He couldn’t look at you, he couldn’t let you see that you made him weak, but the sound of one sniffle was enough to let you know. He’d excuse himself too, because “boys don’t cry”, but you’d cling on and tell him it was okay. Besides, he was a pretty crier and he wasn’t the only one crying either.

Calum:

He’d seem pissed off, as if he didn’t want to be bothered, but, that wasn’t the case at all. He wanted to be comforted and loved, but his arrogant attitude towards crying made it seem otherwise. He saw your Instagram and Twitter, he saw you had finally moved on and that was a step he could not dare to take himself. His eyes welled with tears that he continuously tried to blink away, until one slipped and he realized he couldn’t turn back time anymore. Once Michael had caught him, he’d make an excuse to avoid the topic that made him alive but now just truly killed him inside.

Luke:

He will cling onto you, his cheek on your chest as he rubs at his tears with the back of his palms and makes no sound at first. A family member he’d been close to had died and he’d never thought to see the day. Your fingers in his messy hair would only help half of it, until he realized he couldn’t call that person up anymore because they were just dead. His quiet sobs made you feel his sorrow and kissing away his tears were your only mechanism. He never actually spoke out in words how much you staying alive has helped him the most.

Michael:

His reddened cheeks and glassy eyes almost made you fall into a boat of sympathy, but you couldn’t do it this time. He’ll bite his lip to stop the sobs and hiccups that escape his pretty lips. When you finally give in and let him rest his head on your chest, he’ll release a small sigh of relief though it doesn’t mean his sadness has ended. Tears will still fall as he sniffles and rubs his nose.

"Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?" You’ll finally inquire and he’ll mumble,

Ashton:

"What do ya wanna do first?" Ashton rests his chin on your shoulder as you search your suitcase for something to wear.

"I don’t know," you turn to face him and shrug slowly. "I mean after all you are from here and you do know all the attractions so…"

"But this is our vacation and you know I want you to have a say," he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I’m not in charge."

"Aren’t you always though?" You smirk and fiddle with the tie on your robe. He looks down and reaches out to help you, his large fingers overlapping yours.

"Stop tying it so tight," he chuckles and undoes the string for you. "And tell me what you want to do, babe."

"Well, I’ve never actually had sex in Australia," the little eyebrow raise that you do makes him chuckle and he catches on like a fish to a hook.

"We can arrange that…"

Calum:

"Oh my god, feel the sand! Feel the sand!" Calum sits on a towel and touches the sand eagerly. "I love this place! I feel so…Spanish!"

"You’re so embarrassing, Cal," you half smile at your boyfriend as you apply sunscreen to your arms and sit closely beside him. "Want some?"

"I need a tan," he puts on his shades and lays back onto his towel.

"Calum, you aren’t white!" You crawl on top of him and pull off the sunhat on your head to rest it on top of his tousled hair.

"Whatever, maybe I want to be more tan, you don’t know my intentions," he raises his shades to smile at you and wrap his arms around your waist. He sneakily moves his hand down and grabs your ass, "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

"I will begin enjoying myself when you put on sunscreen, buy me ice cream and take a selfie with me."

"So difficult," he sighs and rolls so he’s on top of you, laughing at the feeling of you returning the sneaky ass grab. He peels himself from his position to sit up straight and grab the sun screen. "Anything to make you happy though, mom."

Luke:

Both you and Luke blend in with the four year olds at the main attraction, squealing excitedly at the sight of everything. You don’t know what to do first because everything is just so nice, costumes are perfect and no one is crying.

"Let’s go take a picture with Minnie and maybe we can figure what to do from there." You suggest and Luke obliges happily, for the fact that he doesn’t care at all what happens. There’s no way any of it can go wrong, because the two of you saved up for it and it was both his and your graduation vacation.

"What are we waiting for?" He locks his fingers with yours and quickly pulls you over to the large character, to see that Mickey, Daffy and Goofy had joined. It was now going to be the perfect picture to show the beginning venture of your trip.

Michael:

"Oh my god, this is so beautiful," you take a picture with your Nikon and Michael tries his best not to giggle before resting his head on your shoulder.

"I’m sorry baby," he apologizes sincerely and sets aside the laptop with the enlarged picture of Cancún onto the nightstands. You set your Nikon aside as well and shake your head.

"It’s okay, Michael," you giggle and play with his hair. "We’re not freaking rich, and I have no problem spending two weeks at home with you," you shrug. "Coming home to you is like being on vacation." He looks up at you with hopeful green eyes and flashes that beautiful smile of perfectly aligned teeth. "I never get tired of it."

"Baby," he presses a passionate kiss to your forehead, nose and then your lips. "I love you."

Ashton:

Everywhere. Every second and every minute of the day, he is all over you, whether it be subtle or very flashy, Ashton loves to show you off. He will drape an arm over your shoulder or snake it around your waist, depending on who is around and cheek kisses are his favorite. He’s a sweetheart with you none the less and he never let’s you go.

Calum:

Butt grabs. All about the butt grabs. He is the boyfriend who will not stop touching you, ever. He will gently grab you by the waist and pull your back into him, setting his chin on your head and kissing you on the lips every chance he gets. Avoid pants with back pockets, because he will find his hand in there, pretending to search for something until you push him off and he kisses your neck and apologizes for not being able to stop touching “that ass”.

Luke:

Simple guy really, very shy as well. He’ll hold your hand and interlock your fingers, constantly pulling away and apologizing for his hand being so sweaty before holding you again. He isn’t very public with his love, though he is clingy, a subtle hand around your waist or quick shoulder kiss. It frustrates you how much he doesn’t show it, but oh does he show it to you when you get home.

Michael:

Ashton:

"It’s just the ferris wheel babe, I’ll hold your hand, I promise." You allow Ashton to ease you into the line and hold onto his hand the whole way through. You sit close to him and close your eyes, listening as he sings a gentle song to you. Many seconds pass by and he tells you to open your eyes.

You peer up and around and he nudges you gently, “Now look down.” You give a quick glance and he squeezes your hand for you to give a long gaze. You really look this time and begin to shake, your heart rate quickening as your phobia trigger spiked. You squirm and dig your nails into his hand and he pulls you into him, allowing you to rest your head on his chest and apologizing over and over for letting you get up there.

Calum:

You sit cozily on the couch snuggled up into Calum’s chest - or so you thought -with your eyes closed as you slept. You felt his warm fingers brush up your arm, sending shivers down your spine. You move slightly and his fingers feel like more than one, running quickly and in weird motions and they feel furry. You squirm against what is now a pillow and slowly open your eyes to see Ashton, Calum, Luke and Michael watching you with small grins.

"Guys what’s-" you look down at your arm to see two tarantulas chilling on your arm and walking in circles. Your eyes widen in horror and you sit up and scream, trying to brush them off of you. You close your eyes tightly and begin to cry. The boys laugh as you squirm and are almost to the point of breaking your own lungs.

"Wait guys, shes crying.." Calum runs up to you and Michael gets up the spiders away from you. You feel like you’ve been bitten as Calum pulls you into him and kisses your head. "Baby, I’m sorry, I thought it would be funny.." You swat at him and sniffle, completely embarrassed at yourself as you shake and whimper. "They’re gone now, Y/N."

Luke:

You walk into the basement with your clothes and begin to sort them out, humming to the tune of Never Be when the lights suddenly shut off. Your heart drops into your stomach and you cover your own eyes, as if it would actually steal you away from the darkness.

"Luke!" You scream and cover your ears, the voices in your head getting a little louder. "Please, turn the lights on!" Your breathing begins to quicken and you lean against the washing machine, almost to the point of a panic attack when the lights turn back on. Luke runs down the stairs with the guys and suddenly sobers up from chuckling.

"Y/N…it’s okay," he pats your shoulder and slowly pulls you in. "Are you okay?"

Michael:

You sit beside Michael on the bed as he pauses the specific part in American Horror Story where the clown gets on his knee for the cute ‘pin-up’ girl in yellow. He takes the remote with him down to the kitchen to make the two of you some popcorn, but you figured him to not leave that there. You peer around the room nervously and blink hardly, the lights in the room and the TV suddenly shutting out when you hear some devious cackles.

Pt.1 Pt.2

Ashton:

“Ash, mate, you’ve gotta try this new drink I’ve got,” Michael yells as he jogs up the stairs. “Is Y/N home? Bc this shit will-” His mouth shuts immediately when he spots the two of you. “I guess you said 4:30 and not 3:30.” He chews his lip and you stare at Ashton.

“I’m done, baby, I’m sober, I swear when I get home I’ll be clean,” you mock his voice. “Oh, and Michael, you’re seriously letting him drink!? What the fuck kind of friend yet alone band mate are you? I knew you weren’t sober when you punched that paparazzi. Ashton that alcohol is ruining you!”

“Let him live, Y/N,” Michael rolls his eyes, not knowing of how disgusting it was when Ashton came home drunk to you. And surely no one knew of the time he cut himself with a broken glass to his Hennessy beer bottle because you promised not to tell.

“Okay,” you pretend to laugh. “Whenever you stop running away from your problems and chasing that fucking vodka, we’ll have a serious talk. And if I come home and you’re drunk, there’s going to be a problem,” you bump past him and frown at Michael. “Just because you’re hiding drugs doesn’t mean that you should help Ashton drink when he isn’t supposed to. Hide your drugs with Luke next time, or I will throw them out again.

Calum:

He grabs your arm desperately and pulls you close to him, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He murmurs, “Please stay. What if you wake up and decide not to be with me anymore? I’m trying to make things better.”

"And right now it’s not working,” you sigh and watch him as he raises his head to look guiltily at you. “Calum baby, I love you. Y/daughter/N and I just can’t be around if I’m scared. I have to go help her pack a bag,” you begin walking away from him but he holds on to you.

“I won’t hit you again, I swear. I promise. Y/N.”

“Let go, Cal,” you ease him out of it. “Tonight you’re not in a good state, I’ll come back tomorrow, I swear.”

Luke:

“Y/N, why were you going through my glove compartment?”

“Why have you been hiding the fact that you’re killing yourself in a gross habit behind my back? I guess we’ll never know, huh?”

“It’s not hurting me,” he sighs. “Everyone thinks they’re bad, but really, I’m fine.”

“Well geez, Luke, I hope the kid in my fucking uterus is fine too when it’s born.”

"What!? You’re pregnant!?”

Michael:

“You can’t leave,” his voice falls to a whisper as you walk to your own dresser and begin to pull out some clothes. “Y/N, what are you doing?” He grabs you harshly and you shake him away.

“Leave me alone!” Your face feels hot as you yell this. “I’m not going to sit around and watch my fiancé kill himself. I’m not doing it, I love you too much and just because we’ve been through it once, doesn’t mean your mom didn’t have to rush you twice to the hospital for potential overdose! Michael, if you don’t get help, I can’t be with you,” you let the truth spill from your lips and he stares at you, bewildered by your outburst.

“I…I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Are you going to get help?”

“No.”

“Then get out of my face,” you turn your back to him and take your ring off your finger, setting it on top of the dresser as you continue to look for clothes.