Ashton:
"Are you still not gonna talk to me?" He yells angrily as you make the walk towards stage. You cross your arms over your chest and ignore the living hell out of him. You were done, done with the bullshit and crazy lifestyle. Maybe it was selfish how you were treating him, but you couldn't help it. "Fine, I get it. I screwed up, again. But you not talking to me right now is driving me insane."
"This is driving you insane?" You finally spurt, turning heads of random strangers as you pass them by. "You were home for all of a week and you spent less than half of that time with me." You stop dead in your tracks, a little more than twenty meters from the entrance to stage. The other guys were waiting patiently with guitars in hand. You could sense their eyes on you and Ashton as you argue up a storm.
"Stop being such a drama queen all the time, Y/N." You glare over at your boyfriend and shake your head.
"I'm not a drama queen Ashton Fletcher," You say, using his middle name because you're angry as hell, "I just don't understand why you don't spend time with me!"
"Maybe because you're constantly on me about everything, acting all bitchy and shit." Your jaw drops but no words come out. Ashton's eyes go wide as his cheeks redden. You could see the instant regret of words. His head shakes as he takes a step towards you. "Babe, that's not what I-" You shove him away from you, dividing the space between you two.
"Good luck tonight, 'cause you're gonna need it." You utter through your teeth in anger as you back away from your boyfriend.
"Y/N, please, I didn't-"
"Save it Ashton. Just know that when you get home, I won't be there."
Calum:
"Maybe if you would pay more attention to me than you do your fans we wouldn't be having this argument right now." You yell from across the dressing room. Anger was seething from both of your bodies, and the yelling was a by-product.
"You're gonna play that angle?" Calum yells back in disbelief. "Just because I missed one date means your gonna blame our entire fan base on it."
"You've missed three dates Calum, three! The first time I let it slide, the second time I ignored it, now I'm confronting the problem head on." Calum throws his phone down angrily and throws the water bottle in his hand down on the ground with force, causing you to jump.
"Stop talking like your mother." Rage burns through your body. "I don't have time for this right now, Y/N. I don't have time for any of this." You cross your arms over your chest and put your foot down. This was the last time.
"It's either now or never Calum. You walk out that door and there's no more us." Calum looks to the door and then at you.
"I love you more than anything, but I have to go out that door." He begins towards the door. "You can yell at me all you want after I'm done with this. Until then you do what ever the hell you want. Leave or stay, it's up to you."
Luke:
"Luke, can we please talk about this?" You say, your words being swallowed by tears as you chase after the love of your life. "It was a mistake, a stupid drunk mistake." Luke's legs are two times as long as yours meaning it was taking way too many steps to catch up. "Please hear me out! I don't have feelings for him Luke! I was drunk; Michael was drunk."
"Just drop it!" Luke screams, spinning around on his large feet and coming face to face with you. He towers over you a look of pure rage glued on his face. The vein in his neck was visibly apparent, which just went to show how pissed he is. It was terrifying. "I don't want to hear it from Michael and I sure as hell don't want to hear it from you."
"Please-"
"You're just making it worse! I'm about to go play a show and you pick now to have this conversation? What a move, Y/N, what a move." He turns again, walking angrily towards stage.
"Don't you walk away from me!" You yell, his annoying way of dealing with problems eating you inside. He spins around and walks backwards, shrugging his shoulders.
"Too bad."
"Get your ass back here Luke and talk to me."
"Let me think about that, baby," He puts his hand on his chin and thinks momentarily, "NO."
Michael:
"You're an asshole, you know that!" You scream as you storm away from Michael. He chases after you annoyingly; not wanting this fight to fall one sided. "You treat me like shit and expect me to stick around."
"Oh and what ways do I do that?" He yells back, his guitar hanging off of him like a extra body appendage. "Because I'm doing the best I can with how much other shit I have to deal with."
"Nobody asked you to do both!" Michael grabs your arm and spins you around to face him.
"Y/N, I'm getting tired of you always blaming your shit on me." You just scream in his face, having no comeback. Calum runs up to you both, stepping in between your argument as you exchange naughty phrases.
"Knock it off you guys, we're on in like two minutes." You cross your arms over your chest and scoff.
"Looks like you're on your own." You say. Michael's face drops only slightly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Means I'm not gonna be here when you step off that stage." Calum and Michael both stare down at you. "I'm done Michael. My sanity can't take this anymore." Michael's face falls even further.
"Babe, no you can't do that." You frown over at him. "I'm sorry, okay. I'm really sorry. Please just don't leave." You shake your head, feeling the tears well.
"Sorry Mikey."
