Ashton:
You slam the napkin down on the beautifully set table at a romantic restaurant in downtown Sydney. The reservation, which had been made months prior, was now wasted when Ashton didn't bother showing up. At first he was just a little late, nothing new, but then the minutes ticked on until it was an hour and a half later. You pay for the half a glass of wine you drank and storm out of the restaurant, pulling a coat over your shoulders as you exit. You turn right down the street, opposite direction of your apartment, in dire need of a calming walk.
"Y/N!" You don't stop walking when you finally hear Ashton's voice appear. Anger burns deeper when you hear the voice, which is an unusual feeling you have towards him. "Y/N!" He hollers again, but you continue to walk. "Babe!" No amount of cute pet names were going to make you forget all about the time you spent waiting for him. "Y/N!" His voice was much closer this time and you felt his presence directly behind you. "Ba-"
"What?!" You finally yell, spinning around so you're walking backwards. He stands only a meter from you.
"Baby, I know I'm really late but-"
"There's no excuse! I waited for more than an hour and you didn't even have the decency to call or text me. I've been waiting months for this dinner and you just fucked everything up!" You yell, your voice going slightly hoarse already. "We never see each other anymore Ash, never! You're always away and when you're here you're never really here. I love you but sometimes you're an idiot!" Ashton just stood before you, taking all the horrible, horrible things you were spatting in and letting them cumulate in his brain.
"Babe, listen to me, I have a good excuse."
"Yeah right. You always do. Just back off a bit and let me be angry, okay?"
Calum:
Two days ago you wrecked your car, big time. While you were uninjured you were now without a car to take you to and from work. Your boyfriend Calum offered to drive you around, as well as carry on his Rockstar life. It didn't seem like an issue at first, but now you were regretting it.
You'd been sitting on the curb outside the record shoppe, where you worked, for the past two hours. You called Calum three times, each time he either didn't pick up or sent you a text saying, almost done. Nothing but anger fueled through your veins, you didn't even seem to possess any more sympathy for the fact that his life was crazy as hell. Worst of all, the skies decided to open up and drench your thin clothing with cold rainwater. Unbelievable.
Ever since New Year's Calum had been drifting away, becoming a whole new person. The whole New Year, New Me slogan was coming true. He grew out of his cheeky phase, the reason you fell in love with him, and was turning into the Rockstar he wanted to become. Him being late was something the old Calum never would have been.
"Y/N." You hadn't realized that Calum had pulled up alongside the curb until you heard his voice, followed by an annoying beep of his horn. You glare up at him as he brings his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag, and then blowing the smoke out.
You get up off the ground reluctantly and stroll over to the car. You get into the passenger seat, not even caring that you were soaking wet, and buckle your seatbelt.
"Sorry I'm a bit late, recording got a little out of hand." He says with a soft smile as he looks down at you. You shake your head and throw your purse onto the ground. The urge to yell at Calum had never before been so high, so when the yelling came from you lips you didn't realize that it was actually you spatting the words.
"Take that fucking cigarette out of your mouth, buckle your Goddamn seatbelt, shut up and stop giving me your lame ass excuses, and drive."
Luke:
Tears were beginning to well in your eyes as you stared up at the flight status board in the airport. Too many months had passed without you seeing Luke's face, and now it seemed as if you'd have to wait even more time to see him. Bad weather was apparently delaying the guy's flight back another five hours. Mother nature didn't seem to care that you had spent the last hour of your life just waiting in the baggage claim with your handmade sign and Luke's mother.
"Damn." You utter underneath your breath. Liz comes over and wraps her arm over your shoulder, rubbing your arm reassuringly.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." You shrug your shoulders and drop down against the baggage carousel, what could you do? "Come on, let's get some coffee, yeah?" You cheer up only a bit when the word coffee was mentioned and an hour later you and Liz were laughing over stupid memory stories.
"I cannot believe Luke did that!" You exclaim, your laughter growing in volume as people around you gave dirty looks. "What a dweeb!" You suddenly jump when a pair of warm hands are placed over your eyes, cutting your sight off completely.
"Guess who." You didn't have to guess, for you knew exactly who it was. You shove the boy's hands off your eyes and stand quickly, jumping into his open arms.
"How did you...? When did you...? I can't believe this!" You couldn't seem to put a full sentence together as you held on tight in Luke's embrace.
"Well, I caught an earlier flight than the guys and I just got here to surprise you." He said laughing as he picked you up off the ground so he could reach your lips.
"I hate surprises."
"I bet you don't hate this one, even if it is a little late."
Michael:
You stand before the body length mirror, twirling slowly to gather the full effect. Never have you been so confident in your life, but right now this just felt right. The black lingerie had been hidden away in your wardrobe for months, and tonight was the night you were to put it to use.
Michael had gone out with the boys, but he promised to be here before eleven, which it was right now. You thought nothing of it because this often happened; him being a little late was nothing new to you.
I can do this, you think to yourself as you fix the bra over your slightly large breasts. The suspense of Michael getting home was killing you, mostly because this was going to be your first time. You wanted it to be sexy and perfect.
Thirty minutes past and still no Michael, which worried you a bit but not to the point where you would ring the police for a missing person. You had received nothing but a cute text from Michael maybe two hours ago.
When fourty-five minutes passed by you grew beyond angry, standing before your door with your eyes narrowed. Your arms were crossed over your chest and you didn't bother covering up the lingerie.
You finally hear your spare key jiggle against the lock before the door's pushed open. Michael doesn't see you until he's in your apartment and the door is closed.
"Whoa, holy shit!" He gasps in awe, staring your body up and down. "Hello Y/N." Michael utters, still in slight shock.
"You're not getting any now." You shake your head before going off to your bedroom, leaving Michael beyond confused in your lounge to spend the night on the couch.
