Ashton:
Tonight we're fading fast
I just wanna make this last
If I could say the things I want to say,
I'd find a way to make you stay
I'd never let you get away
Catch you in all the games we play
He could remember that night like it was the back of his hand, it replayed over and over again. While everyone sat around the huge bonfire on the beach—a typical scene straight from a movie—his focus was on you and how you curled up into his side. The others were wrapped up in conversation paying no attention to either of you. His arm was tight around your waist as you leaned into his chest, grinning up at him. As these moments replayed in his head, he also rekindled that feeling he had felt for you like it was happening all over again: "Are you having fun?" He asked you, pulling you tighter against him, as if it was even possible. You grinned, peaking up at him through your lashes. "Yeah." You sighed in pure contentment, not wanting to change one tiny thing about that night. "Are you?" You reciprocated and Ashton bit his the half of his bottom lip, nodding. "Yeah, I am." He finally smiled, "but do you know why?" He said. You blushed at him and his eyes gazed into yours, seeing the stars sparkle that were way above his head. He stared for a few moments of bliss, "Because I'm here with you." He hated that the moment of bliss had to end, that he would only be able to imagine the moment instead of relive it.
Michael:
So go ahead rip, my heart out,
Show me what love's all about
Go ahead rip, my heart out
That's what love's all about
If you thought one puny text message spelling out "it's over" would do the trick, you were terribly mistaken. An hour or so later there was a knock at your door: Michael. You cursed under your breath, resting your back against the door ever so lightly so he couldn't hear you. "Y/N." It didn't work. "I know you're in there." He pounded on the door three times, an indication that he was angry. "Come on. It's Tuesday night. You don't go anywhere on Tuesday's because of Pretty Little Liars. I know you can hear me." His voice boomed through your door. You sucked up all the dignity you could and opened the door, holding in that same breath and staring down at your feet, afraid to glance at Michael. "Why would you do this." He had his phone in his hand showing you the message you sent to him. "I-because." You stuttered. "That's not an excuse. I deserve an answer Y/N. I'm fucking feeling these feelings and emotions about you and you go and do this to me." Tired, he ran a hand through his hair, pulling at it. "You're so frustrating." He gritted his teeth shoving his phone back in his pocket. "I'm just scared." You finally told him softly, watching his head perk up, "Of what?" "Loving you. It terrifies me."
Luke:
I want you to want me this way
And I need you to need me to stay
If you say that you don't feel a thing
If you don't know
Let me go (oh oh oh way oh)
"Please..." He begged, tugging on your arm. You didn't budge though, you stayed siting at the edge of the bed, skin on your hips hurting from Luke digging his fingers into them. "What?" You whispered, fighting your hardest to not turn and vacantly stare at him. " Don't leave. Stay with me." It was like he was telling you instead of asking politely. "Why?" You choked out, ready to cry, but you wouldn't allow yourself to in front of him. "Because I want you to." Luke told you with a chuckle, hand sliding down your arm to get a hold of your hand. He traced a finger of the veins that appeared from the way your hand was laying on the bed. "I can't." You said under your breath. "Why not?" He knew the real reason, he was just to stubborn to admit you were right. "You know why." You were still trying your damn hardest not to turn back to him and cuddle right back up to his side and get lost in each other like you mere moments ago. "I'd be lying if I say I didn't want to. But you and I know what will happen if I do." "No I don't." "I'll never wanna leave." You weren't going to give into him, not like last time that lead you right back to where you started. "That's not a bad thing." He was going to do anything to get you to stay yet you weren't going to succumb to it. "I-I can't." You cried, standing from the bed and running out the door.
Calum:
Let's forget the past
I swear we'll make this last
'Cause I remember the taste of your skin tonight
And the way that you looked, you had those eyes
I remember the way it felt inside
Calum was your euphoria and you were his. All either of you ever wanted was to taste the love that you had for one another which out weighted any feeling you had ever felt before. Right before he had left for his eight month tour, he had broken things off with you. The pain and hurt now resided in those emotions stronger than the ones of contentment and love. Calum couldn't bear the thought of being away from you and he worried that you would be his only focus while he was meant to be playing stadiums. One simple message with three words could undo it all and you could be back to the way things were, how you wanted it to be. I miss you... You were the one to send it, bottling up all your courage you could find your being. You knew the consequences of that message, that all the feelings would come rushing back and take control of you just like they did when you were together, but you didn't fear it. You wanted them all to come back and you wanted Calum again. It had been an entire month since you had last spoken to him so your only fear was that he wouldn't reply. But much to your pleasant surprise, only minutes later did Calum respond and you knew that those feelings were there to stay.
