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Luke
It’d been three hours, and the only thing you’d been able to do was sit in your living room and sulk over a movie while you waited and waited for any sort of text or call from Luke or Adalynn to come through. Neither of them would text or call you, would they? Of course they wouldn’t! You were just their friend that had taken them up on their offer to go out, why would they care if you left early do to your own jealousy? You bit your lip harshly as you gripped your phone tighter in your hand, just remembering the looks people were giving you in the restaurant as you sat in front of the couple with an annoyed look upon your face. It was sort of pathetic that you remained in love with Luke when he was so happy with someone else, wasn’t it? You were just chasing after a childish crush on your best friend when you knew deep down in your heart that it was never going to happen - you really wondered how much longer you could stand to see him with Adalynn before you broke over and told him how you felt, but your question was answered as soon as a pissed off Luke stormed through your front door. “Where the hell have you been, (Y/N)?” He calls out, his hands on his hips. He was dripping wet and breathing harshly, and you wondered just what they’d done after you left to cause him to lose his breath and get soaked in the process. You look around your living room with wide eyes and shrug your shoulders. “I’ve been here…” You trail off with your statement, more concerned with your wet best friend. Luke groans and rubs at his eyes with his hands, moving to sit beside you on your couch. “I’ll have to put that cushion through the dryer now, thanks..” You sigh with a light chuckle as you turn to face him, but you instantly stop laughing as you see the cold expression on Luke’s face. Why was he so upset with you? You hadn’t done anything wrong. You may have left the little ‘date’ he was on with his girlfriend, but what could he have expected from you? Luke clenched his jaw tightly as he looked up at you through wet eyelashes. “Do you have any idea how worried we were about you? When we noticed you left, we ran out of the restaurant and through the rest of town to look for you! It came a downpour, and we left the car, so we ended up getting soaked.” He explained the situation and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him - but then you felt normal again. You didn’t mind that they’d went through the trouble to find you through the rain, at least they noticed you were gone, right? “What’s the problem, then?” You ask, “You found me, so..” You try to get him to go back to his girlfriend, because you weren’t looking forward to the argument or conversation that was going to come of this, but Luke looked bewildered by your statement - and you knew it was going to happen whether you wanted it to or not. “Do you not see the trouble we went through to find you, (Y/N)? We were worried sick! Why didn’t you tell us you were leaving?” Luke asks, his voice getting softer at the end, and that’s when your heart begins to pang with hurt. You did tell them you were leaving, you did. How had he not heard you? “I did tell you I was leaving, Luke. I even left money on the table to pay for the food I ordered,” You explained, the anger building up inside you. “That was yours?” He whispers, instantly going to his pocket and pulling out the twenty dollar bill that you laid out on the table. “I thought someone had accidentally left it there-” He starts to explain himself, but you cut him off. “Luke, do you even pay attention to me anymore? I mean, am I important to you?” You ask him, your heart beating harshly against your ribs as your breathing gets heavier and heavier. He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders, not understanding what you’re asking. “Of course you’re important to me, of course I pay attention to you, (Y/N). What’re you meaning?” He asks, and that’s when you take it upon yourself to end the conversation as you stand up and trapse up the stairs to your bedroom. “Excuse yourself out, Luke.” You call down the stairs.
Ashton
“You’re where?” Calum asks through the speaker of the phone - he probably couldn’t hear you because of the pounding rain around you. You sighed and ran a hand through your wet hair, feeling more alive than you did before you left Michael’s house. “I’m at the train station.” You answer back, shrugging your shoulders as if it were the most normal thing in the world to travel away from your friends and to the train station in the given weather at 2:30 in the morning. Calum sighs on the other end of the phone, and then starts laughing. “You’re so weird sometimes, you know that?” He continues on, “Do you want one of us to come down with you?” he asks, ignoring the fact that you’d traveled off to a location completely different than a park or a movie theatre, somewhere any normal person would’ve ran off to. You shrug your shoulders and look at the area outside of the building you were standing under, admiring the clear water pounding everything beneath it. “No, that’s fine. I’ll be home whenever I’m home.” And with that, you hung up. You were completely sobered up now - the rain had a fine affect on you during your marathon run to the train station from Michael’s house, but now you were regretting blowing up on Ashton and Jamie. It wasn’t their fault that you were a jealous bitch who hated seeing them together; you hadn’t needed to really lash out at them, but you couldn’t stop yourself in your tipsy state of mind. You hated yourself for it, but you loved that you’d admitted how you really felt about seeing their relationship in front of you every day. You couldn’t help it that you’d ended up falling in love with Ashton Irwin, and you couldn’t help it that when you were drunk, you hated seeing couples around you - it just so happened that the couple conveniently around you in this drunken state was Ashton and his girlfriend Jamie, and so naturally - you lashed out at them to get the anger in your veins out and directed towards them. You sighed to yourself and shook your head as you sat down on one of the benches at the station, closing your eyes as you leaned your head back against the painted wood. “I’m such an idiot,” You whispered before you fell asleep by yourself, the sound of rain beating against the tops of the building putting you to an uneasy sleep. Not even twenty minutes later, you were woken up by a rough hand coming down and shaking you awake - and even though you knew who it was, you really didn’t want to wake up to face them. “Wake up. Wake up, damn it.” Ashton’s voice grumbles as he continues to shake you, trying to wake you up to get you back to Michael’s house. You didn’t want to get up - you wanted to be alone with the rain for a while, didn’t he understand that? A sigh escaped your lips as you opened your eyes and your head came back up to face him - an angry expression across his face. “You came to sleep at a fucking train station? You’re an idiot.” Ashton spits at you as he starts to walk away from you. You scoff and laugh at him, noting that he’s still pissy about the comment you’d made earlier. You stretched your limbs and got up to follow after Ashton, your hands crossed across your chest as you tried to warm your trembling body. “You’d better speed up if you don’t wanna get soaked anymore,” Ashton speaks, his voice a bit more easy. You laugh and shrug your shoulders, looking at him through hooded eyes. “Does it really matter to you?” You spoke aloud. “Where’s Jamie, anyway?” You ask, trying to sound interested in the location of the girl you’d hated for more than six months now. Ashton turns his head slowly towards you and bites his lip. “She went home after you stormed out.” He replies, his voice icy. She must’ve said a few choice words to him before she left - maybe he wasn’t taking his anger out on you just because of what you’d said. You looked up at him and saw that he was still staring at you - a questioning gleam in his eyes. “So, what was that back there?” He asks, talking about the performance you gave at Michael’s house. You giggle to yourself and shake your head as you bring your hands up to play with the stringy material of your hair. “Just wait until I’m dry and not cold - then we’ll talk.”
