Y/X/N- Your Ex-Boyfriend's Name
Ashton:
"What do you say we revisit some of the old stuff we used to do in high school." You shake your head and back away from your ex-boyfriend as quickly as possible. His strong hand grasps onto your wrist, squeezing the living hell out of it. "It wasn't a question, Y/N." His eyes go dark and his voice shows no signs of weakness.
"Get off of me." You order. He shakes his head, pushing you up against the outside of your apartment building. All you wanted to do was take out the trash, Ashton being the over protective boyfriend told you not to, but you're stubborn so you didn't listen. "Y/X/N, I said get off of me." You order.
"I don't think so." One of his hands is on your hip, gripping onto you with much force. You cry out in pain as his lips find yours and his fingernails dig into your skin.
"Help!" You cry out, though your talk is muffled with his mouth. He bites down on your bottom lip with so much force that the taste of blood meets your tongue. He pulls away with his lips, only to have your mouth met with his hand. His lips meet your neck and there's absolutely nothing you can do but try and scream for help. As his hands begin to near your core you hear a loud voice before your ex is thrown off of you.
Ashton pushes you behind him protectively, holding you closely to his back. He starts cursing your ex out and yelling threats at him as you stand, wishing you had listened to Ashton all along.
"Come on baby." Ashton says, turning and holding onto you. You don't even realize the amount of tears streaming down from your eyes until Ashton begins to wipe the tears away.
"I'm so sorry." He tells you once you're in the comfort of his apartment. "I am so, so sorry." He sits before you cleaning up the nail marks on your hip, where skin had been broken. "I should've never let you go out there alone." You just grip onto him and cry against his embrace, thanking God that he was actually there to help.
Calum:
"I don't like them innocent/ I don't want no face fresh/ Want them wearing leather, beggin' let me be your taste test/ I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies, kiss me in the courtyard, but quick to tell me goodbye/" You sing out loudly as you dance around in the shower. Singing in the shower was always you strong suit, as for dancing around clumsily... not so much.
Your feet had done nothing but slip and slosh around in the shower and until now it really wasn't a big problem. But now that you just finished washing your body with your fruity body wash, it was causing a large problem. Your foot slips dangerously and you fall to the floor of the shower with a loud thud and scream. By instinct you had brought your hand down to break your fall only resulting in a searing pain shooting up the length of your slender arm. You clutch your arm against your bare chest as you continue to scream over the sounds of your music.
You were no medical student but you knew this flipper was broken.
"Calum, HELP!" You scream out, wishing you hadn't put the music so loud. "Help me!" You scream out, sounding weak with pain. "CALUM!" You continue to scream until you hear the door of the bathroom push open, hitting the wall behind it.
"Baby?" Calum asks, his first line of business being shutting off the music. Seconds later he throws the shower curtain open to expose your naked figure on the ground. He quickly shuts off the water so its not spraying in your face. "Are you okay?" You shake your head and eye your arm clutched against your breast.
