Ashton:
"Y/N, you really don't look too hot." He mutters walking beside you. You wave Ashton off and take a deep breath, wiping the apparent sweat on your brow.
"Thanks for the compliment, babe." You utter breathlessly before your vision begins to fade before you. You stop walking and reach out, though you couldn't see anything. You try to scream for help but nothing came out. The next thing you know, you're lying on the ground, staring up at Ashton's worried face. He soothes your hair out of your face and looks as if he's saying your name, though you couldn't really hear him.
"Baby!" You finally hear after reopening your heavy eyelids.
"What?" You question as Ashton stares down at you with wide eyes. "What happened?" Ashton sighs deeply before gripping onto your hands.
"Babe, you passed out. Do you wanna sit?" You nod your head slowly as Ashton pulls you to a sitting position so you're leaning against him. You look around disoriented and blink repeatedly. "I told you, you didn't look good." You slap Ashton, though you're still pretty out of it.
"Shut up."
Calum:
"When was the last time you ate?" You shrug your shoulders and stuff your hands into your jean pockets. Calum rolls his eyes and sighs to himself. "I really wish you wouldn't do that."
"And what's that?" You ask, swallowing down the hunger deep in your stomach. You would never admit you were hungry, ever, but right now, more than anything, you wanted food.
"Starve yourself." You try and laugh, but it comes out pathetically.
"I'm not s-starvin-" Your voice cuts out before blackness takes over everything. You don't remember coming into contact with the ground, but when you open your eyes you're laying on the floor. "What the-?" You try and sit, but Calum pushes you back down.
"No, don't move." You place a hand over your eyes to try and aide in getting rid of the deep headache you were gaining.
"Cal, I'm fine."
"You're not fine, Y/N! You just fucking passed out!" You peek through your fingertips up at Calum, who's shaking his head at you. "Just don't move."
Luke:
"Is it hot out here is it just me?" You ask, fanning yourself uncontrollably. Luke laughs at you from in front of you.
"It's just you babe," He spins around to face you so he's walking backwards, "Just you." He says with a wink. He spins back around and continues walking. You continue to fan yourself as your steps become clumsier. The heat was making everything harder to do. It was harder to keep your eyes open, harder to fight off the headache you had, and harder to walk in a straight line.
"Luke, what's up with-" Calum's voice is cut short when everything is taken over by silence and darkness. Your eyes remain closed but you hear everything around you. It felt weird not being able to open your eyes, though you could hear.
"Babe! Y/N!" You feel Luke shaking you, yet you can't seem to wake up. "Baby!" Finally your eyes agree to start working again. When you open them, you see two pairs of eyes staring back at you. "What the hell? Are you okay?" You sigh and turn onto your side towards Luke.
"I told you I was hot." You mutter, feeling Calum and Luke begin fanning your sweaty body.
Michael:
"Are you feeling alright today?" Michael asks as the two of you step off the plane at LAX. You shrug your shoulders and lean into him, your knees shaking at an uncontrollable rate. "Babe?" You wave him off and shake your head no. Black dots begin to fade your vision, so you reach out and grab at Michael's shirt sleeve, which only did so much as you fell. "BABE!" Someone yells, slapping at your cheek lightly. You shake awake, in an instant your eyes staring up at Michael's. "Jesus, are you alright?" You look around slowly, seeing a crowd gather around you.
"What, uh, what happened?"
"You just fucking passed out." Michael exclaims in shock. You look around you, seeing yourself lying slightly on top of Michael. "Are you okay?" You shrug your shoulders and groan. "You still don't look too good." He points out, helping you slowly stand. He wraps an arm around your waist and hoists you to your feet with ease.
"Just get me to a chair." You mutter.
"Why?" Michael questions with wide eyes. You rub your fuzzy eyes and try to take a deep breath.
"Cause it's gonna happen again."
