Y/B/N: Your Boyfriend's Name
Ashton: The Man
"Well you appear to be doing great since you left." You say with a smile upon your lips. Ashton shrugs his shoulders and sips at his coffee from across the small table.
The two of you bumped into each other only moments before. The last time you had seen Ashton was when he broke up with you, maybe three weeks before he and his band made it big. You took the break up badly, but found a new man maybe a few days later. Ever since then you and Y/B/N have been living happily together.
"Yeah." He says, avoiding direct eye contact. "And you-" He begins, letting his eyes wonder your body, "You're engaged." You let your eyes fall to the engagement ring on your finger. You nod your head and sigh.
"You should be honest with me Ashton. We both owe each other that." He nods and looks around. Good thing the café was less than half full.
"Ever since we parted ways I've given up everything that wasn't music related. I work in order to stay strong." You feel sadness and regret flooding your emotions. "I don't want to hate you, but part of me does. You could've waited two weeks at least before finding a new man, but no. Don't hate me because I speak the truth." You shake your head and bite down on your trembling lip.
"If you hadn't left maybe none of this would've happened." You say, wiping a stray tear away. Ashton sighs and bawls his hands in fists uncomfortably.
"I tell myself everyday that I don't love you, that I don't need you, that I don't want you anymore. But, Y/N, those are all lies." You gasp lightly. "I'm sorry for the honesty, but I had to get this off my chest."
Calum: Afire Love
You watch as the most heart-breaking thing was happening before you. Calum sat at his grandfather's side, clutching onto his frail hand. The man had lived a tough decade, where the Alzheimer's was slowly taking over his brain. The toll had constantly been taken on Calum, until more bad news rose. He had months, then weeks, then days, and now just hours to spare.
You stand behind Calum, not daring to speak because of the weakness that was in your voice. Calum was already upset enough and you didn't want to ruin it further.
"I love you." Calum whispers as he presses his lips to the wrinkled and cool hand. You silently suck in a breath as you watch the machine to the right of the bed. The heart rate was getting slower and slower until it just stopped and a long and loud beep was heard.
Calum breaks down into thick sobs as he clutches onto the hand. You stand behind him, crying as hard as him. A nurse comes into the room, checking the pulse as a doctor enters. She shakes her head no at the doctor and he checks for himself.
"Time of death 3:32 PM." He says in a whisper to the nurse. Calum sobs harder as the words leave the doctor's mouth. You clutch onto Calum's shoulders and lean forward, crying against him.
Hours later you and Calum sit outside the grandfather's room on the floor. His parents were in saying their last goodbyes and making arrangements. Calum had been quiet to you, nothing but cries left his lips.
"I can't believe he's gone." He finally mutters out, only bringing more tears. You wrap your arms around your boyfriend, pulling him against you.
"Shhh, honey, it's okay. I'm so sorry. What can I do?" You ask him through your own tears. Calum buries his face in the crook of your neck and holds you around your waist.
"Darling, hold me in your arms."
Luke: The A Team
He watches you from a far, afraid of you it may seem. Afraid of the person you are after he discovers the true life you live. Had he known what you do he wouldn't have bothered with you. Your frail body leans up against the outside of your run down apartment, a notice to vacate hung on the door.
The hair on your head is sweat drenched. Your kissable lips are cracked. Your skin is pale white and scratch marks line the visible parts. Your extremities tremble in the coolness of the night and of how upset you've become. Tears stream down your sunken in cheeks like raindrops on windows. The light behind your eyes are now gone, much like your future. Your clothes are thin and sexual for the night's work.
Luke takes a shaky breath before turning the corner full on and beginning down the hallway. He clears his throat, causing you to lock your eyes with his tall and slender body. Your emotionless face doesn't react to his presence and it's as if he was just one of your hallucinations.
He kneels down before you and studies you closer with his eyes. He wants to see you up close. His eyes fall to your upper thighs, where bruises line your skin. Then they fall upon your neck, where "love" bites are visible.
"I'm sorry." The only thing you could think to say after all this time of hiding such a large secret. Luke looks at you, tears lining his beautiful icy blues just threatening to fall. Luke pulls his hand to your face, wiping the traces of tears away. "Help me, please." Luke tries his best to crack a small smile as he nods his head.
"Always."
Michael: Bloodstream
"Sorry to drag you all the way over here." The bar owner, and very close friend of yours and Michael's, says to you as you enter the bar. You sigh and let the door close behind you.
"It's okay, Clara." You say to her as you look around her at the very few people in her bar. This was always a small time joint, meaning there were no fans here. Your eyes focus on the colorful haired boyfriend you'd spent the past ten months with. You had a huge fight about you not telling him about how you used to self harm. Really it didn't seem normal, but what about this relationship was normal?
"So what happened this time?" You stare at the hunched over young adult. His head hung in a defeated position, with his eyes fixed upon the worn bar surface.
"The usual." You simple say before making your way over to him. You place a soft hand on his shoulder, which doesn't cause him to move at all. "Hey." You whisper, biting down on your lip nervously. He turns his head away from you and you can tell he's got his eyes upon a tall hottie at the corner of the bar. "What are you doing?" You ask calmly.
"I've got sinning on my mind." You sigh deeply and take a seat beside Michael, your hand never leaving his shoulder. "And I thought drinking would find me a new girl."
"You know I didn't mean any of what I said." You say, referring to the way you threatened your relationship if he left through the front door, which he did. "I'm sorry Mikey." You whisper, leaning against him. Finally he turns his head to you and wraps a strong arm around you.
"This is how it ends."
"No. No it's not." You say, his words bringing tears to your eyes. "We'll get through this, like we always do." You pull your head from his shoulder and stare deeply into his dream-filled eyes.
"Don't leave me." He pleads, his words slurred with the vodka you smell on his breath. You shake your head no and grasp onto his hand.
"Never."
