Ashton:
Telling your parents that you were moving out and in with your boyfriend in Australia seemed like bad idea at first, but after many weeks of planning the idea grew on you. Today you were to tell them. They weren't too fond of Ashton, just because he was never really around and you weren't really open about this relationship with them. Ashton and you stood at the edge of the kitchen, your parents standing across from you. You had just told them, and now they were frozen in time.
"Mom, dad?" You ask, staring over at them.
"Are you joking?" Your mother asks the two of you. Her tone sounded shocked but not really angry. You smile up at Ashton and the two of you nod. "Not gonna happen Y/N."
"What!" You exclaim at your mother's reaction.
"You heard your mother," Your father chimes in, "you're not going anywhere." Your grip tightens on Ashton's hand before you let it drop.
"Why not? I'm nineteen years old!"
"Because we know the real reason you want to move in with him! Your sister told us." That bitch, you think. Your sister and you never really got along. "Sluts only live with their boyfriends before they get married." Your jaw drops as tears well in your eyes. "So if you move in with him that means-"
"Stop!" Ashton cuts in, interrupting your mother's sentence. "If you paid half the attention to Y/N as you do your other daughter you'd know how happy we are together. We don't need sex to be happy and we sure as hell don't need your approval to move in together. Come on baby." Ashton grabs your hand and protectively escorts you out of the house. Once beyond the sight of your parents, he wraps his arm around your waist and holds you close to him.
"I'm sorry." You apologize, crying into his shoulder.
"It's not your fault baby. Come on, let's go back to my hotel room and cuddle."
Calum:
"Let go of me!" You yell at the complete stranger as he places his hand very high up on your thigh. It didn't seem to matter to him that you were a taken woman and that you had said multiple times to let go.
"Feisty, I like that."
"I'm gonna count to three and if your hand is still on my leg by time up, you're gonna get it." You threaten, giving the unknown man a death glare. He just smirks over at you like what the hell can this girl do. "One." You say sternly, not letting your angry facial expression falter. "Two." Still no movement from the man. You smile to yourself and bit down on my lip. Kind of grateful that you would know get to beat this guy's ass for touching you.
"Three." You opened your mouth to say this, but the words were taken right out of your mouth. You gaze behind you at your very angry boyfriend. Before the guy had time to even consider taking his hand off you, Calum rears his fist back and punches the guy square in the jaw. You jump out of your seat and dart behind Calum for protection. "That'll teach you never to touch a girl who said no." Calum says before leading you out of the busy club you were in. You clutch onto Calum like the scared girlfriend, only you weren't scared. Hell, you were planning on doing the exact same thing. As soon as you get out of the club, Calum wraps his arms around you and plants a passionate kiss upon your lips.
"Oh-" You barely got out before leaning into the kiss. Calum pulls back and cups your face in his hand.
"Are you okay?"
"Hell yeah!" You exclaim, bringing Calum's hands off your cheeks and placing them onto your butt. "That was so hot." You growl. "Take me home."
Luke:
"What are you-" Luke's voice is immediately cut off into silence when you slam your laptop shut and blink the tears out of your eyes. He stares over at you, his smile fading from his lips. "What's wrong?" He immediately asks you. You shake your head and wipe the tears from your face with the back of your hand.
"Nothing." You simply say, hoping that he'll just forget what he saw and carry on with life. "What's up?"
"No, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asks, crawling onto the bed beside you and sitting down beside you. He mimics the way you're sitting and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "You can tell me." You decide not to speak, so instead you open the laptop, showing him.
A page is pulled up, showing your Twitter, while another tab is signed onto your Instagram. You place your laptop on Luke's lap and place your head on his shoulder. You see him reading all the comments: Fat Bitch, Why does Luke even love you? He should be with me! Go die, whore! Just rereading the comments was causing more and more tears to fall from your fragile eyes.
"Baby." Luke barely utters before you break down in a full out bawl. "I hate this." He says, logging out of your Twitter and logging into his own. You watch through glassy eyes as he begins to compose a tweet. Everything you say effects someone else. You know who you are.
"Subtle." You utter, laughing lightly. He then composes another. I <3 @Y/T/N more than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life. True fans don't send hate, they send <3.
"How's that?" He asks. You nod your head and he shuts the laptop, throwing it to the end of your bed. "Just give it a few days and know I love you. If they were real fans they would love as much as I do."
Michael:
"Just ignore them." Michael utters into your ear before he pushes the door of the hotel open. The SUV the guys and you were to get in was maybe thirty feet from where you stood, unfortunately a swarm of paparazzi was blocking the way. Michael's grip on your hand tightens as the security tries pushing the tabloid hungry people out of the way. You duck your face down, doing what you were used to.
"Y/N, how's Michael in the bedroom?" You had heard that one before. "Michael, how's Y/N she seems like an easy girl." That one too.
"Y/N, Y/N what is your reaction the rumor that your father used to-" You didn't have to hear the rest of the rude question that was screamed at you, because you knew what was to follow.
"What the fuck!" Michael yells in the direction of that certain person. He shoves you behind him as you grip onto the back of his leather jacket. "What is wrong with you people? Leave her the fuck alone!" Someone grabs you around the waist and you let out a small yelp. Michael turns, sees who it is, and goes back to his yelling match with the paparazzi. You turn your head and see Ashton, carrying you to the SUV. He basically throws you into the vehicle as all the boys follow, Calum dragging a very angry and yell-y Michael with him. Calum throws him into the SUV and climbs in before the SUV drives off. Michael climbs into the back of the SUV with you and wraps his protective arms around you.
"I'm okay." You assure him right away, though your heart was broken in half and tears were welling in your eyes. Be strong.
"I'm so sorry, babe."
"I'm really okay." Michael wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. You pat his back and sigh deeply.
"I love you no matter what anyone says."
