Ashton:
"Oh my God, you look-" Ashton looks you up and down, admiring the outfit and hair do that took hours to put together. This was the first time he was seeing you in more than jeans and a nice t-shirt. You wore a gorgeous dress and super tall heels, though they weren't really your comfort zone.
"You think?" You question with a smile before giving Ashton a small twirl so he could see the whole get up.
"I don't just think Y/N," Ashton began as he placed his hands on your arms, "I know." You smile and feel your cheeks blushing big time.
"You don't think it's too much for my friend's wedding, do you?" You ask, not wanting to show her up on her big day.
"Of course not, it's perfect." You smile and slither out of Ashton's grip.
"Good, just let me get my purse and then we can go." You say, backing towards the small table near the door of your shared apartment. You twirl around quickly, reaching for your purse. You pick it up, slide the strap over your shoulder, and spin back around. Unfortunately the spin was against your favor... and your shoes. Your left ankle slips out from under you, twisting underneath your body, as you fall to the ground. A searing pain spreads throughout your foot as you crumple to the ground.
"Y/N!" Ashton exclaims, jogging over to you. He kneels down beside you as you wince in pain and slowly outstretch your hurt foot. "Are you okay?" You begin to nod your head, but quickly stop and shake it instead. "Oh man-" Ashton starts, looking down at your already bruising foot. He slides your stiletto off and holds your delicate foot in his hands. Your ankle and extending down the outside of your foot is already swelling and turning purple and dark blue, not to mention hurts like hell.
"Babe, I'm fine." You try to say, but your voice comes out weak and painful.
"I think you might've broken your foot." Ashton says, helping you up onto your other foot, after of course removing your other shoe.
"But the wedding-"
"We're going to the hospital." You start to pout, but you know Ashton won't take no for an answer. "I'll try and get you to the reception later, okay?" He asks, picking you up bridal style. "Right now we've got a bigger issue to worry about."
Calum:
"Kick the damn ball already!" You yell in the direction of your boyfriend as you run on the opposite side of the field as him. You two were practicing random drills because of your mutual love for soccer. He nods over at you and kicks the ball. You turn so your running, but facing him. All of a sudden the ball connects with your chest, harder than you anticipated, sending you flying backwards. You fall onto the old field, knocking your head against the ground.
"Y/N!" Calum yells as you try to regain the air that was completely swept out of your system. You smile and sit slowly up, the world spinning around you.
"Holy shit! I underestimated how hard you kick!" You mutter through a hazy breath though your tone is playful and in good spirits. This isn't the first time you've fallen and hit your head or been smacked in the torso with a soccer ball, this was child's play. You clutch your torso, taking deep breaths to regain your air supply.
"Is your head okay?" Calum slowly asks, gazing toward the back of your head.
"Of course." You state with a small smile. "I'm not made out of glass, you know." You reach back and touch the back of your head, underneath the messy bun pulled onto the top of your head. You touch a sticky liquid, your eyes going wide. You pull your hand back slowly.
