Credit: michaelismycuddlebug
Luke:
Calls were infrequent, short and clipped when they actually came through. A simple "how are you" or "how's it going" and he was gone. Silence ate up most of your time, the blaring sound of no sound at all hurt your ears. When you woke up the bed was cold, empty and vast. Luke was always performing, or clubbing, doing interviews, or hanging out with fans. Excuse after excuse of why he couldn't talk to you. You were sure he still loved you, but it just wasn't the way that it used to be. Cradling your phone between your fingers, you knew what had to happen. After being more than one-hundred percent sure he wasn't busy, you sat against a wall in the hall of your shared flat. Dialing the number you'd known by heart since the second he'd given it to you.
"Hello?" The voice you knew all too well breathed out on the other line, your throat closing up as he spoke. "Y/N?" Luke asked, nervously wondering what was going on. There was that feeling the pit of his stomach, the one he only got when something was about to go wrong. She was about to leave.
"Luke, we need to talk." Your voice quivered on the edge of sanity and endless tears, scrambling about as you tried to hold back.
"Of course, love. What's up?" That name. His pet name for you that always made you smile, the one that felt like home within every breath from which it was breathed.
"I think," you sucked in a shakily breath, tears burning the back of your eyes. Moisture started to swim in your vision, making it hard to see the world before you. "I think we should see other people." Your voice cracked at the last word, the thought of the arms that kept you safe all those night ago wrapped around another girl making your heart beat out of it's chest.
"What?" His voice slightly high pitched, disbelief ringing evident in his tone.
"Luke," you breathed a short sigh. A tear leaked down your cheek, angrily wiping it away. "I'm breaking up with you." Your throat closed up, oxygen refusing to fill your lungs as your eyes started to burn. A short sob escaped your lips, and you threw your hand over your mouth. Teeth digging into rough skin, you couldn't stop the liquid streaming down your flushed cheeks.
"Why?" It was almost as he was begging, his voice strained. You could see him down, red eyes as he ran his hand through his hair. Pacing around the room with those long legs, biting his lip to the point where it was bleeding. Tearing out beautiful blonde hair, strand by strand. Wondering if he'd ever get to hold you again.
"Whatever we had," you cried. "It's gone." Luke's breath came in short gasps, he found it quite hard to take the words spilling from your mouth. "I can't take this anymore." The tall boy threw himself down onto a couch in the tour bus, head in his large hands as he tried to figure out what the fuck was happening.
Calum:
Something had been going on for weeks, now. Night where he'd come home late and sometimes he didn't come home at all. Calling the boys to see if he was alright only to have them tell you he hadn't been with them for hours. The smell of perfume on his skin as he hold you in strong arms, hair tousled as if fingers had been running through it. Fingers that were not your own.
A chill was settling under your skin as the door slammed shut, three a.m. and your once-faithful boyfriend was just getting home. Wrapping white sheets around your bare figure, you made your way to the entryway where Cal was just shoving off his shoes.
"Baby?" Your voice was soft, a bare whisper in the silence. Worriedly, the dark-haired boy looked up at you through brown eyes. He instantly straightened, pulling you into his arms as soon as he noticed you were shaking.
