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He finds out you're getting married

Ashton:

You walk down the street, content with life.

You’re holding your fiancé’s hand while window-shopping.

“Y/N?” A voice asks suddenly in front of you.

You look up to see your ex-boyfriend, Ashton staring at your two connected hands.

“Ashton,” you reply nervously.

“Who’s this?” Ashton eyes your entwined fingers.

“This is my fiancé, Tristan,” you introduce him, “Tristan this is my ex-boyfriend, Ashton.”

“You’re engaged. When are you getting married?” Ashton asks sadly.

“Late June,” you avoid his eyes, starting to feel guilty.

“Good luck, Y/N. I miss you.”

Calum:

“Y/N,” you look up from your wedding dress fitting to see your ex-boyfriend, Calum, staring at you. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m getting married. Late spring,” you hold up your hand with the engagement ring. “What are you doing here?”

“Mali had a dress fitting and dragged me with. To who?” Calum asks, his eyes narrowing.

“Brad,” you look down at the bottom of your dress in guilt.

“Brad? The asshole you cheated on me with?”

You nod.

Calum scoffs. “Well at least it was worth it.”

Luke:

You grab the one and a half year old from your ex-boyfriend, Luke’s arms carefully and hand him an envelope, balancing her in your arms.

“What’s this?” Luke eyes it uneasily.

“It’s an invitation to my wedding,” you sigh, putting the toddler on your hip.

“You’re getting married,” Luke looks up surprised.

“Yeah.”

“To who? Your boyfriend? James?”

“Yeah.”

“Why do you want me to be there?”

“You’re Anna’s dad, Luke. You’re always going to be a part of our lives. You’re really important to me, and to her. Just think about it, okay?”

“Alright.”

Michael:

You wake up to a loud banging sound on the front door of the house you share with your fiancé, Connor.

You stumble out of bed and down the hall, swinging open the front door sleepily.

“You’re getting married,” your ex-boyfriend, Michael, shouts before walking past you into the house.

“Yeah,” you sigh, running a hand through your messy hair before pulling it back into a ponytail.

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

“We broke up three months ago, Michael. I’ve moved on. You should too,” you sigh.

Michael’s been trying to get you back ever since you broke up, but you’ve just fallen out of love with him.

“But I can’t live without you,” Michael whimpers.

“Michael please. You’re going to have to. I love Connor,” you plead.

“I always thought it would be us getting married,” Michael admits, running a hand through his hair.

“But that daydream’s over now, Michael. Please, try to get over me. For the sake of my relationship and your health,” you beg.

“I’ll try,” Michael admits, defeated.

This was like number 552 in random which I usually don't pay much attention to, but I thought that was kinda cool. By the way, Australia, the UK is now reading this more than you are. Up your game, mates. America's slaying at 54%.

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