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This ones for you @goodgirls4 ♥♥♥♥
Ashton
"I can't do this anymore, Ash' You sobbed.
"What do you mean, y/n?" Ashton asked in worry.
"I-I ju-just cant do it anymore......My family don't want us to be together.... and..I c-cant keep sneaking out". The look on his face was tearing you apart but you couldn't do this anymore. You love him way too much to keep putting him through the constent torture of sneaking out and lying to everyone about your relationship.
"y/n I love you...y-you cant do this to me/" Ashton really wasn't making this easy.
"Ash, if you love someone then let them go. We need to let eachother go Ashton". I turned around to leave and he grabbed my hand. "Ash... I NEED TO GO!! You turned back around to him to see him on his knee and reaching for something in his pocket.
"Ashton..... what are you/"
"Ssshhhhh. Dont ruin the moment". He smirked. He pulled a velvet black box and opened to reveal a ring. You covered your mouth with your free hand. "y/n since the moment I saw you I knew we were meant to be. Us being together isn't always the most easiest thing but I wouldn't swap you for world. Will you marry me?"
"YES YES YES"
Calum
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"Cal?" You glance over at your boyfriend, fiddling with the 'paws' of your sweater. "Cal, who are you texting?" Calum barely registers your question, vaguely lifting his eyebrows in question while grinning ridiculously at his phone. You roll your eyes, glaring at your boyfriend. When he's still unresponsive, you decide to get physical. Dragging out his name playfully, you slowly crawl toward him on couch. He finally looks up at you, cracking a grin. "Babe, what are you doing?" He chuckles, pressing the lock button on his phone. "Finally!" You groan, throwing yourself down beside him. "I've been trying to get your attention for ages. You've been busy with your phone all day." Calum pouts playfully, cuddling close to you. You bite your lip, trying your best to look upset. "I'm sorry, baby. Just some information about the album release." You sigh softly. Obviously Calum hasn't realized just how absent he's been lately. Even when he's right there next you, it feels like he might as well could have been on tour on the other side of the world. It's gotten to the point where you've gotten suspicious about his constant texting and calling. "You never spend time with me anymore though. I miss you." You pout, blurting out what's been bothering you for weeks. Instead of taking on an expression of regret and sympathy like you hoped he would, his eyebrows furrow in annoyance. "Well excuse me for having a fucking job. I can't spend every minute with you." His words are graced with venom and you pull away as if they had blistered your skin. Scooting away from him, you try your best to ignore his burning glare. It was almost unbelievable how fast a few innocent words could turn into fight. "That's not what I meant, Cal," you protest quietly. "You don't have to get so mad." Calum scoffs, pressing the lock button on his phone to see if anything new has happened. "I have every fucking right to be angry. I work my ass off to pay for this apartment and buy you gifts and put food on the table. I don't need you up my fucking ass, telling me I don't spend enough time with you." Playing with the hem of your sweater, you try your best to contain your growing anger. You hated nothing more than to fight with Calum. "You know just as well as I do that we split those expenses. Besides ninety percent of the time, I'm the one making the fucking dinner. All I want is for us to spend some more time together, Cal. You've been busy with your phone for the past few weeks, constantly checking it. I miss you. And for all I know, you could be texting your mistress." Calum doesn't seem to register the first part of the sentence and practically jolts up from the couch. "I've been busy planning to propose, okay?" he seems to realize what he just said, walking over to the little box beside the TV. He rummages around, still not saying a word. Taking a shaky breath, he shuffles back to you. "I've been busy planning how I was gonna propose. I've been texting with your best friend, the boys, and our moms. I'm not cheating on you, baby. I just wanted it to be perfect." Swallowing, he kneels down in front of you and you gasp, the seriousness of the situation catching up with you. "Y/N Y/L/N, I love you more than my life. You're the highlight of my day and I have absolutely no idea what I'd do without you. Y/N, will you marry me and become my beautiful wife?"
Luke
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You were a total bookworm, and everyone knew. You were almost always reading, or at least, always had a book in hand. You were in the middle of an incredible book at that moment, reading it nonstop. Luke was constantly teasing you for wanting to read, rather than spend time with him. Your two year anniversary was just around the corner, and he kept saying he had something amazing planned for you. "(Y/n), have you got your dress picked out for our anniversary dinner next week?" Luke called out to you. "Mhmm hmmm...." you trailed off, turning a page of your book. "Are you reading that book again?" He asked you, and you nodded happily. "Well, read a couple more pages then. But after that, you have to spend time with me!" He whined, leaning against the door frame. When you turned the page again, you almost dropped the book in shock. "Oh my God," You muttered. In black marker, written over the printed words, was Luke's handwriting. There was a hole cut through multiple pages, and a ring placed in it. You looked up at Luke, but he was no longer standing. Instead, he was down on one knee, looking up at you adoringly. "(Y/n), I've spent nearly two years of my life with you now, and it's probably been some of the best two years I've ever lived. You've made be a better person, and I hope I've made you a better person, too. Not that that's really possible. I mean, you're as close to perfect as you can get but..." Luke shook his head, blushing. "But I asked your dad, and, as nerve wracking as it was, he gave me his blessing. And I bought you a new copy of the book, as well, because I thought you might be mad... I guess what I'm trying to ask is, (y/n), will you do me the honor of making you Mrs. (Y/n) Hemmings?"
Michael
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Michael and you played games every Thursday night ranging from Cluedo to Monopoly. Michael is always overly competitive when it comes to board games, one loss could send the board flying across the room. Michael finds some lame 80s game in the back of a cupboard and decides to bring it out for Thursday. It basically consists of a series of question card.
Michael watches with anxiety every time you take a card and pretty much sighs after each question.
"Michael are you okay?" you ask after the fifth question he has sighed at.
"Yeah, I'm fine just keep going," he stammers.
And as luck would have it the next card you pick up gets you confused.
"Come on read the question," he says nudging you, a smile spreading across his face with anticipation.
"It says; if asked, would you marry Michael Clifford?"
