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Preference #12 - He asks your parents for permission to date you

Anon: THE BOYS ASKING PERMISSION FROM YOUR PARENTS TO DATE YOU AND THEY’RE REALLY NERVOUS OMG

A S H T O N

"Mom, Dad, Y/S/N, this is Ashton," you say as you walk into the kitchen where your family was getting ready for dinner. You told them you were bringing a "friend" home for dinner, but Ashton was way more than that. You just knew you couldn’t put a label on it until you knew your parents were okay with it, and Ash insisted on asking them for permission, no matter how cliche it seemed. The meal went on just fine despite Ashton’s obvious anxiety, and your parents and sister seemed to really like him. As your sister and you stood to start cleaning up, you heard Ashton clear his throat once he thought you were out of earshot. "Mr. and Mrs. Y/LN, I don’t really know how to ask this, but, um, I really like your daughter. Like, really like her," you heard and your sister turned to you, her eyes wide as she let out a small squeal. "And, er, I was wondering if I had your permission to, well, date her?" he finished, and you elbowed your sister as your face flushed. You could imagine his blushed cheeks matching yours. "Of course, Ashton, you seem like a great young man," you hear your mother say with a delighted tone. "Agreed," your dad chimed in, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

C A L U M

"You okay there, Cal?" your dad asks as your long-time family friends’ son and recent fling visibly wiped some sweat off his forehead from his seat across from you at the dinner table. You’d both decided that tonight was the night you’d tell your parents, at your monthly dinner. "You’ve been acting weird all evening, Calum, are you sure you aren’t sick?" his mom asks, reaching over to place her hand on his forehead. "I’m not sick," he groans, gently pushing her hand away, and you try to hold back a laugh. He clears his throat like he’s going to say something, but hesitates. "Dude, what’s wrong you?" your older brother asks him, fueling your giggling fit. "Stop it, Y/N," Calum whines. Everyone suddenly looked between the two of you, and you now felt the same nerves Calum was obviously feeling. "Um," Calum starts. "Well, Y/N and I, we’re dating?" he says the last two words quickly, his voice in the form of a question. The awkward silence that follows is worse than you expected. "I mean, if… if that’s okay with you guys," he adds, looking down at his plate. "Gross," your brother finally says. "You’re practically already part of the family, Cal, why’d you think we would say no?" your dad decides to say, and Calum lets out a sigh of relief and shoots you a grin. "I still think it’s gross," your brother reiterates as both your mothers let out squeals of happiness.

L U K E (HIS P.O.V.)

I hold my breath as I reach up to knock on Y/N’s parents’ door. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, but Y/N had told me they wouldn’t like it if we were together without their permission. I’d met them once before under the pretense that Y/N and I were just friends and they hadn’t exactly been the biggest fans of me. I was unconvinced that this would help sway me in their favor, as I stared at their perfectly manicured lawn, then down at my ripped black skinny jeans. I began to wonder if I should take out my lip ring when the door opened. “Hi, Mrs. Y/LN, I don’t know if you remember me, but my name’s Luke Hemmings,” I say, forcing a smile. “Oh, yes, of course,” she says, her eyes scanning over me quickly. “Who is it, Y/M/N?” I hear as Y/N’s father appears at the door as well. “My name’s Luke Hemmings, sir, we met once before,” I say, holding out my hand to him. He hesitantly shakes it. “Ah, yes, now I remember,” he says. “What can we do for you, Mr. Hemmings? Y/N isn’t home right now.” “Yes, sir, I know. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” I say. “Why don’t you come in?” Y/N’s mother says, gesturing me inside and onto a sofa. “So, I know I’m probably not exactly what you had in mind for your daughter, but… I really like her, and I was wondering if… if it’s okay if I ask her out,” I say nervously, a long silence ensuing. “Well, I don’t see why not,” her mother says, nudging her husband with her elbow. “Its…fine,” he says reluctantly. “Just don’t take her for granted, son,” he says, cocking an eyebrow at me. “Of course not, sir,” I say, a feeling of relief taking over me.

M I C H A E L

"I can’t believe you’re making me do this," Michael groans as he looks down at the phone in his hand. "C’mon, they’ll eat it up," you insist. "Do I actually have to?" he pleads with you to say no, but you just pick up the phone and start dialing your parents’ number for him. He gulps as you press the phone against his ear and glares at you slightly. "Hi!" he says all of a sudden as someone, you assumed your dad, on the other end answers the phone. "Er, my name’s Michael Clifford, sir. I’m a… friend… of your daughter’s," he says awkwardly. "Well, I was actually calling to ask you, well, to ask if I have your permission to date Y/N," Michael says, then lightly shoves your shoulder as you begin to giggle slightly. "Oh," he says, sounding dismayed at the reply from the other end. You suddenly begin to get worried — did your dad actually say no? Just as you began to panic, Michael lets out a relieved, "Haha, very funny sir," and visibly relaxes. "Nice talking to you, too, Mr. Y/LN," he says before hanging up the phone. "You and your dad have the same terrible sense of humor," he says, glaring at you before you pull his face down to connect his lips with yours.

A/N: WOW IM SORRY THIS IS TERRIBLE. Calum’s made me laugh though lol. Anyways, please reblog and tell me what you think if you liked it! Also, requests are still open :-)

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QUIFF GAME IS TOO DAMN STRONG

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lrwlns:

Sophie is committing murder today
And I am the victim

Wtf

wtf

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lrwlns:

Sophie is committing murder today
And I am the victim

IM SORRY

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Preference 7.2 - In Too Deep Part 2 (Michael)

A/N:This was originally posted a few months ago under my old URL, and for some reason the link isn’t working and I couldn’t find the original post, so I’m just reposting it! I’m going to update the link on my masterlist as well.

Read part one here

M I C H A E L (HIS P.O.V.)

I woke up the next morning, blinded by unwelcome morning light. I heard the shower running in the next room, indicating that Y/N was already awake. I rolled over, the guilt I had felt last night still very much alive in me. I knew I was going to have to tell her, or else the guilt would eat me alive. Just as I thought this, I heard the water shut off and Y/N trekked into the room, her hair wet and smelling like shampoo. She looked at me and smiled a comforting smile, joining me on the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath. “Are you ready to talk about what happened last night?” She asked me. I shakily nodded. “Please don’t hate me,” I said earnestly, but realizing she most certainly would. “I don’t think that would ever be possible,” she said. “Stop being so good, you’re making this harder,” I plead. Her face went pale. “Michael you’re scaring me, just tell me whatever you need to tell me,” she grabbed both my hands in hers. I wished she wouldn’t. “I…I cheated on you,” the words felt fiery and tortured me as they came out. She dropped my hands and scooted away from me, disbelief evident in her face. “No,” she said and shook her head rapidly. “No, you wouldn’t.” I couldn’t look at her. I felt the harsh contact between Y/N’s palm and my face, but still couldn’t look up to her eyes. Instead I trained my sight on the hand she had slapped me with, and saw her grasp it in disbelief at herself. “I’m so sorry,” I choked out, my speech getting stuck and mangled in my throat. “How…how long? How many times?! How long, Michael?!” She shrieked now. The agony in her voice drove me deeper into self-hatred. “Since the middle of the tour,” my voice was surprisingly calm now, but it sounded foreign to my ears as the could hear nothing but my internal screaming. “How many girls?” Y/N said from where she had backed away to the corner of the bedroom, her voice matching mine in strange serenity. “Four,” I let a silent tear cloud my vision. “I…I have to leave,” she said weakly before turning on her heel and leaving the room. “I love you! I’m sorry!” I called in a futile attempt to bring the love of my life back to me, deep down knowing she never would.
your preference 7.2 (in too deep, michael pov) isn't working :(
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I know, I think I’m going to just repost it, since I wrote it when I had my old URL and can’t find the original post. Thanks for reminding me! Look out for it in a couple minutes!

Preference #11 - Nicknames

Anon: 4/4 of a special pet name they have for you xoxo

A S H T O N

I feel like Ashton would be the one to call you “baby girl” like I just feel like it’d roll off his tongue really naturally.

C A L U M

Calum would definitely be the one to go for a “babe” or “baby” every now and then.

L U K E

"Princess" for sure, but only when he was alone with you. I feel like he wouldn’t use any nicknames when you were with other people.

M I C H A E L

I feel like Michael would go for the “babe” one too, but like Luke I think he’d feel uncomfortable using it unless you two were alone.

A/N: Sorry this was really short! Keep requesting, ily xx

POST THEM AS YOU FINISH THEM!! omg pleeeeeaaaaassee?!
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if you insist :-)

Please write a cuddly Ash one. I am so sorry if I've requested this before, but I'm really in a bad place and this is all I need in life right now.
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smartassluke:

Cuddly Ash blurbs never get old, I will write as many as humanly possible, so don’t feel bad for requesting more than once! I hope this helps cheer you up, love :) If not, feel free to come talk to me about whatever’s bothering you xx

You would wake up, then glance at the clock on your bedside table, freaking out when you realize you have to be at work in thirty minutes. You would attempt to remove your boyfriend’s muscular arm from around your waist, but he seemed to have you in a death grip. “Ash…Ashton…Ash!” you would whisper-yell, poking him in the rib to try and wake him up. He would begin to stir, his brow furrowing slightly as he mimics your tone. “Y/N…stop, I’m sleeping,” he would say, tightening his grip even more. “I have to go to work, dickhead,” you’d say, wiggling around under his arm. “Call in sick,” he would say, still not having opened his eyes. “No,” you would protest, turning around to flick him lightly on the forehead. “Yes,’ he’d whine right back, until he eventually would convince you to call your boss and tell her you were sick.

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Morning sun shines

smartassluke:

Today’s the day where I knock out shit tons of preferences/imagines/blurbs, so go ahead and request whatever!

do you guys want me to post them as I finish them, or spread them out through this week?

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Preference #10 - Lay Me Down by Sam Smith

Anon: Could you do a 4/4 preference to the song lay me down by sam smith? It’s an amazing song!

A/N:Ugh, I’m typing this before I start writing and I can already tell it’s gonna fuck me up really bad. Also I’m sorry if this is really similar to the Nina preference I did, but some of the lyrics are similar. And I may have gotten a bit carried away with Calum’s — I never intend to make a certain boy’s any longer or shorter, it just kind of happens.

A S H T O N

Yes, I do, I believe / That one day I will be where I was / Right there, right next to you / And it’s hard, the days just seem so dark / The moon, the stars are nothing without you

You breathe into your cupped hands, trying to warm them up from where you were standing on your balcony. You looked up at the night sky, and watched the clouds of your breath furl up towards the illuminated moon. You remember standing on this exact spot with Ashton, only months before, looking up at the same star-patterned sky. You two were still together, but it was so hard for you both, with him being away all the time. Your days seemed extra dark and gloomy, without the light from his occasional giggle and constant sense of humor. The habit you had of looking at the night sky with him wasn’t the same by yourself. Even as they glimmered in the sky above you, the stars seemed so dull and lifeless. You knew you’d be able to get through this, that you’d be okay when you could be right where you were before — right next to him. But on days like today, it was really hard to keep believing that.

C A L U M

Can I lay by your side, next to you, you / And make sure you’re alright? / I’ll take care of you, / And I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you tonight / Lay me down tonight, lay me by your side

You thumped sleepily to the door, your tired mind wondering who could possibly be ringing your doorbell at 2 AM. You felt your blood run cold and your heart drop to your stomach when you saw who was standing behind the oak door. “C-Calum?” you squeaked out, sure you were dreaming as you looked at the tear-stained face of the boy leaning against your doorframe. His eyes tried to focus on yours, but he was clearly too distraught about something to form a coherent sentence. “Y/N, I — I’m…” he trailed off frantically, wincing as if he had a terrible migraine. “Do you…do you want to come in?” you asked your ex-boyfriend, unsure what was wrong with him but scared to leave him alone. He nodded and you stepped aside, letting him into your apartment. “Can I touch you?” he asks cautiously. You slowly nod and he wraps a shaking arm around you and folds you into his chest. You feel your heart constrict as you breathe in his familiar scent. “When did you get back?” you whisper. “This morning. I haven’t slept at all. I couldn’t. I had to… I had to see you,” he breathed into your hair. “I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you,” he confesses. You pull back at this, and search his face for something, anything, that would explain this to you. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” you ask. You were unsure of your emotions but you knew you didn’t want this boy to be on his own right now. “Can I?” he looked worried. “Of course,” you say, pulling him by the hand up to the bedroom he’d slept in many times before. You watch him crawl into the bed, almost childlike as he pulls the covers up to his chin. “Can I lay next to you? I need to make sure you’re alright,” you ask hesitantly. Instead of answering, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you flush against his chest. You didn’t mind. You wanted to make things okay for him.

L U K E

You told me not to cry when you were gone / But the feeling’s overwhelming, they’re much too strong

"Hey, shh, don’t cry, Y/N," he had said. "Don’t you dare cry for me, we’ll talk every single day, I promise," he brushed the tears from your face with the pad of his thumb as your lip trembled. You felt strange that you’d listened to him this long, gone two months without shedding a tear. Now though, the tears flowed unstopping from your eyes with your phone pressed against your cheek. “Hi, Y/N!” you heard Luke say happily on the answering end. “Hi,” you whisper out weakly. “Are you okay, Y/N?” the change in Luke’s tone is evident. You shake your head no, then realize he can’t see you. “No,” you laugh weakly as you sniffle quietly. “You’re crying,” he says, shocked. “I can’t help it,” you said, not caring anymore how ridiculous you sound as you attempt to speak through the tears. What you couldn’t feel was the ache in Luke’s heart that started at the sound of your broken voice. “Baby, I told you not to cry while I was gone,” he said. “I know,” you answered. “I can’t not cry at this point, Luke, I miss you,” you said. “I miss you too,” he replied, wishing more than anything that he could be there to comfort you.

M I C H A E L

Your touch, your skin, / Where do I begin? / No words can explain the way I’m missing you

You roll over and grab your phone as you hear it quietly ding. A text message from Michael. "I figured it was too late over there for me to call you, I hope this doesn’t wake you up. God knows how cranky you get if you don’t get enough sleep ;). Anyways, I just wanted to let you know how much I miss you. I don’t even know where to begin. I miss your touch, your skin, everything. Your smile. Your laugh. I know I’m not usually this cheesy and I know I don’t usually have trouble with words, but no words can explain the way I’m missing you, Y/N. I love youuuu." you smiled and choked back a tear as you read the text.

A/N: I’m sorry this was total shit. Please let me know what you think, reblog, and request anything! Love you :-)

Morning sun shines

Today’s the day where I knock out shit tons of preferences/imagines/blurbs, so go ahead and request whatever!

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Thanks for so many requests guys, I have one more imagine planned for later tonight, and I’ll get to all your requests throughout the week :-) I’m 18 from my goal which is batshit crazy, ily all so much

Preference #12 - He asks your parents for permission to date you

Anon: THE BOYS ASKING PERMISSION FROM YOUR PARENTS TO DATE YOU AND THEY’RE REALLY NERVOUS OMG

A S H T O N

"Mom, Dad, Y/S/N, this is Ashton," you say as you walk into the kitchen where your family was getting ready for dinner. You told them you were bringing a "friend" home for dinner, but Ashton was way more than that. You just knew you couldn’t put a label on it until you knew your parents were okay with it, and Ash insisted on asking them for permission, no matter how cliche it seemed. The meal went on just fine despite Ashton’s obvious anxiety, and your parents and sister seemed to really like him. As your sister and you stood to start cleaning up, you heard Ashton clear his throat once he thought you were out of earshot. "Mr. and Mrs. Y/LN, I don’t really know how to ask this, but, um, I really like your daughter. Like, really like her," you heard and your sister turned to you, her eyes wide as she let out a small squeal. "And, er, I was wondering if I had your permission to, well, date her?" he finished, and you elbowed your sister as your face flushed. You could imagine his blushed cheeks matching yours. "Of course, Ashton, you seem like a great young man," you hear your mother say with a delighted tone. "Agreed," your dad chimed in, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

C A L U M

"You okay there, Cal?" your dad asks as your long-time family friends’ son and recent fling visibly wiped some sweat off his forehead from his seat across from you at the dinner table. You’d both decided that tonight was the night you’d tell your parents, at your monthly dinner. "You’ve been acting weird all evening, Calum, are you sure you aren’t sick?" his mom asks, reaching over to place her hand on his forehead. "I’m not sick," he groans, gently pushing her hand away, and you try to hold back a laugh. He clears his throat like he’s going to say something, but hesitates. "Dude, what’s wrong you?" your older brother asks him, fueling your giggling fit. "Stop it, Y/N," Calum whines. Everyone suddenly looked between the two of you, and you now felt the same nerves Calum was obviously feeling. "Um," Calum starts. "Well, Y/N and I, we’re dating?" he says the last two words quickly, his voice in the form of a question. The awkward silence that follows is worse than you expected. "I mean, if… if that’s okay with you guys," he adds, looking down at his plate. "Gross," your brother finally says. "You’re practically already part of the family, Cal, why’d you think we would say no?" your dad decides to say, and Calum lets out a sigh of relief and shoots you a grin. "I still think it’s gross," your brother reiterates as both your mothers let out squeals of happiness.

L U K E (HIS P.O.V.)

I hold my breath as I reach up to knock on Y/N’s parents’ door. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, but Y/N had told me they wouldn’t like it if we were together without their permission. I’d met them once before under the pretense that Y/N and I were just friends and they hadn’t exactly been the biggest fans of me. I was unconvinced that this would help sway me in their favor, as I stared at their perfectly manicured lawn, then down at my ripped black skinny jeans. I began to wonder if I should take out my lip ring when the door opened. “Hi, Mrs. Y/LN, I don’t know if you remember me, but my name’s Luke Hemmings,” I say, forcing a smile. “Oh, yes, of course,” she says, her eyes scanning over me quickly. “Who is it, Y/M/N?” I hear as Y/N’s father appears at the door as well. “My name’s Luke Hemmings, sir, we met once before,” I say, holding out my hand to him. He hesitantly shakes it. “Ah, yes, now I remember,” he says. “What can we do for you, Mr. Hemmings? Y/N isn’t home right now.” “Yes, sir, I know. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” I say. “Why don’t you come in?” Y/N’s mother says, gesturing me inside and onto a sofa. “So, I know I’m probably not exactly what you had in mind for your daughter, but… I really like her, and I was wondering if… if it’s okay if I ask her out,” I say nervously, a long silence ensuing. “Well, I don’t see why not,” her mother says, nudging her husband with her elbow. “Its…fine,” he says reluctantly. “Just don’t take her for granted, son,” he says, cocking an eyebrow at me. “Of course not, sir,” I say, a feeling of relief taking over me.

M I C H A E L

"I can’t believe you’re making me do this," Michael groans as he looks down at the phone in his hand. "C’mon, they’ll eat it up," you insist. "Do I actually have to?" he pleads with you to say no, but you just pick up the phone and start dialing your parents’ number for him. He gulps as you press the phone against his ear and glares at you slightly. "Hi!" he says all of a sudden as someone, you assumed your dad, on the other end answers the phone. "Er, my name’s Michael Clifford, sir. I’m a… friend… of your daughter’s," he says awkwardly. "Well, I was actually calling to ask you, well, to ask if I have your permission to date Y/N," Michael says, then lightly shoves your shoulder as you begin to giggle slightly. "Oh," he says, sounding dismayed at the reply from the other end. You suddenly begin to get worried — did your dad actually say no? Just as you began to panic, Michael lets out a relieved, "Haha, very funny sir," and visibly relaxes. "Nice talking to you, too, Mr. Y/LN," he says before hanging up the phone. "You and your dad have the same terrible sense of humor," he says, glaring at you before you pull his face down to connect his lips with yours.

A/N: WOW IM SORRY THIS IS TERRIBLE. Calum’s made me laugh though lol. Anyways, please reblog and tell me what you think if you liked it! Also, requests are still open :-)

5sos-offiqial:

QUIFF GAME IS TOO DAMN STRONG

lukey-horan:

lrwlns:

Sophie is committing murder today
And I am the victim

Wtf

wtf

lrwlns:

Sophie is committing murder today
And I am the victim

IM SORRY

Preference 7.2 - In Too Deep Part 2 (Michael)

A/N:This was originally posted a few months ago under my old URL, and for some reason the link isn’t working and I couldn’t find the original post, so I’m just reposting it! I’m going to update the link on my masterlist as well.

Read part one here

M I C H A E L (HIS P.O.V.)

I woke up the next morning, blinded by unwelcome morning light. I heard the shower running in the next room, indicating that Y/N was already awake. I rolled over, the guilt I had felt last night still very much alive in me. I knew I was going to have to tell her, or else the guilt would eat me alive. Just as I thought this, I heard the water shut off and Y/N trekked into the room, her hair wet and smelling like shampoo. She looked at me and smiled a comforting smile, joining me on the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath. “Are you ready to talk about what happened last night?” She asked me. I shakily nodded. “Please don’t hate me,” I said earnestly, but realizing she most certainly would. “I don’t think that would ever be possible,” she said. “Stop being so good, you’re making this harder,” I plead. Her face went pale. “Michael you’re scaring me, just tell me whatever you need to tell me,” she grabbed both my hands in hers. I wished she wouldn’t. “I…I cheated on you,” the words felt fiery and tortured me as they came out. She dropped my hands and scooted away from me, disbelief evident in her face. “No,” she said and shook her head rapidly. “No, you wouldn’t.” I couldn’t look at her. I felt the harsh contact between Y/N’s palm and my face, but still couldn’t look up to her eyes. Instead I trained my sight on the hand she had slapped me with, and saw her grasp it in disbelief at herself. “I’m so sorry,” I choked out, my speech getting stuck and mangled in my throat. “How…how long? How many times?! How long, Michael?!” She shrieked now. The agony in her voice drove me deeper into self-hatred. “Since the middle of the tour,” my voice was surprisingly calm now, but it sounded foreign to my ears as the could hear nothing but my internal screaming. “How many girls?” Y/N said from where she had backed away to the corner of the bedroom, her voice matching mine in strange serenity. “Four,” I let a silent tear cloud my vision. “I…I have to leave,” she said weakly before turning on her heel and leaving the room. “I love you! I’m sorry!” I called in a futile attempt to bring the love of my life back to me, deep down knowing she never would.

Preference #11 - Nicknames

Anon: 4/4 of a special pet name they have for you xoxo

A S H T O N

I feel like Ashton would be the one to call you “baby girl” like I just feel like it’d roll off his tongue really naturally.

C A L U M

Calum would definitely be the one to go for a “babe” or “baby” every now and then.

L U K E

"Princess" for sure, but only when he was alone with you. I feel like he wouldn’t use any nicknames when you were with other people.

M I C H A E L

I feel like Michael would go for the “babe” one too, but like Luke I think he’d feel uncomfortable using it unless you two were alone.

A/N: Sorry this was really short! Keep requesting, ily xx

Morning sun shines

smartassluke:

Today’s the day where I knock out shit tons of preferences/imagines/blurbs, so go ahead and request whatever!

do you guys want me to post them as I finish them, or spread them out through this week?

Preference #10 - Lay Me Down by Sam Smith

Anon: Could you do a 4/4 preference to the song lay me down by sam smith? It’s an amazing song!

A/N:Ugh, I’m typing this before I start writing and I can already tell it’s gonna fuck me up really bad. Also I’m sorry if this is really similar to the Nina preference I did, but some of the lyrics are similar. And I may have gotten a bit carried away with Calum’s — I never intend to make a certain boy’s any longer or shorter, it just kind of happens.

A S H T O N

Yes, I do, I believe / That one day I will be where I was / Right there, right next to you / And it’s hard, the days just seem so dark / The moon, the stars are nothing without you

You breathe into your cupped hands, trying to warm them up from where you were standing on your balcony. You looked up at the night sky, and watched the clouds of your breath furl up towards the illuminated moon. You remember standing on this exact spot with Ashton, only months before, looking up at the same star-patterned sky. You two were still together, but it was so hard for you both, with him being away all the time. Your days seemed extra dark and gloomy, without the light from his occasional giggle and constant sense of humor. The habit you had of looking at the night sky with him wasn’t the same by yourself. Even as they glimmered in the sky above you, the stars seemed so dull and lifeless. You knew you’d be able to get through this, that you’d be okay when you could be right where you were before — right next to him. But on days like today, it was really hard to keep believing that.

C A L U M

Can I lay by your side, next to you, you / And make sure you’re alright? / I’ll take care of you, / And I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you tonight / Lay me down tonight, lay me by your side

You thumped sleepily to the door, your tired mind wondering who could possibly be ringing your doorbell at 2 AM. You felt your blood run cold and your heart drop to your stomach when you saw who was standing behind the oak door. “C-Calum?” you squeaked out, sure you were dreaming as you looked at the tear-stained face of the boy leaning against your doorframe. His eyes tried to focus on yours, but he was clearly too distraught about something to form a coherent sentence. “Y/N, I — I’m…” he trailed off frantically, wincing as if he had a terrible migraine. “Do you…do you want to come in?” you asked your ex-boyfriend, unsure what was wrong with him but scared to leave him alone. He nodded and you stepped aside, letting him into your apartment. “Can I touch you?” he asks cautiously. You slowly nod and he wraps a shaking arm around you and folds you into his chest. You feel your heart constrict as you breathe in his familiar scent. “When did you get back?” you whisper. “This morning. I haven’t slept at all. I couldn’t. I had to… I had to see you,” he breathed into your hair. “I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you,” he confesses. You pull back at this, and search his face for something, anything, that would explain this to you. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” you ask. You were unsure of your emotions but you knew you didn’t want this boy to be on his own right now. “Can I?” he looked worried. “Of course,” you say, pulling him by the hand up to the bedroom he’d slept in many times before. You watch him crawl into the bed, almost childlike as he pulls the covers up to his chin. “Can I lay next to you? I need to make sure you’re alright,” you ask hesitantly. Instead of answering, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you flush against his chest. You didn’t mind. You wanted to make things okay for him.

L U K E

You told me not to cry when you were gone / But the feeling’s overwhelming, they’re much too strong

"Hey, shh, don’t cry, Y/N," he had said. "Don’t you dare cry for me, we’ll talk every single day, I promise," he brushed the tears from your face with the pad of his thumb as your lip trembled. You felt strange that you’d listened to him this long, gone two months without shedding a tear. Now though, the tears flowed unstopping from your eyes with your phone pressed against your cheek. “Hi, Y/N!” you heard Luke say happily on the answering end. “Hi,” you whisper out weakly. “Are you okay, Y/N?” the change in Luke’s tone is evident. You shake your head no, then realize he can’t see you. “No,” you laugh weakly as you sniffle quietly. “You’re crying,” he says, shocked. “I can’t help it,” you said, not caring anymore how ridiculous you sound as you attempt to speak through the tears. What you couldn’t feel was the ache in Luke’s heart that started at the sound of your broken voice. “Baby, I told you not to cry while I was gone,” he said. “I know,” you answered. “I can’t not cry at this point, Luke, I miss you,” you said. “I miss you too,” he replied, wishing more than anything that he could be there to comfort you.

M I C H A E L

Your touch, your skin, / Where do I begin? / No words can explain the way I’m missing you

You roll over and grab your phone as you hear it quietly ding. A text message from Michael. "I figured it was too late over there for me to call you, I hope this doesn’t wake you up. God knows how cranky you get if you don’t get enough sleep ;). Anyways, I just wanted to let you know how much I miss you. I don’t even know where to begin. I miss your touch, your skin, everything. Your smile. Your laugh. I know I’m not usually this cheesy and I know I don’t usually have trouble with words, but no words can explain the way I’m missing you, Y/N. I love youuuu." you smiled and choked back a tear as you read the text.

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