Ashton
"Ashton? Are you in there?" You knocked on his hotel room door awaiting an answer that didn't seem to be coming any time soon. You hadn't seen him at breakfast and considering the events of last night you were praying he wasn't still angry or bitter or whatever he was being. "Ashton come on! We have a radio interview in half an hour!" Now he was really making you angry, not because of last night, but because he was putting the whole band at risk for being late for this interview. "Y/N didn't he tell you he's waiting in the car for us?" Calum exited his room, seeing you pounding at Ashton's door. "What?" You whipped around, facing him in a fit of anger. "When did he tell you?" "Like fifteen minutes ago. Come on, we're gonna be late." You felt like the Tasmanian devil was inside of you, just waiting to be set free and wild in the hotel. As you and Calum hurried down to the car, you pondered on every option as to why Ashton would be down there so early, the most obvious one being that he was angry with you for something in which you had no idea for. When you got to the car, Ashton was sitting in the back with sunglasses on and his headphones blasting his music. Luke was squeezed next to him, Michael sitting in the next seat up with enough room for you and Calum to slide comfortably in. The entire ride there, while everyone else was on their phones and talking about unimportant things, you were tapping your foot, fighting the incredibly hard urge to not turn around and tear Ashton a new one. During the interview, Ashton made sure to hurry in and sit farthest away from you. "So do you ever get into fights with each other? Like about songs or anything." The interviewer asked, making peculiar eye contact with you. Yes, you thought, but you couldn't say that aloud without a thousand questions being asked that neither you nor Ashton wanted being asked.
Michael
"Hey Y/N do you wanna work on these chords with me? I can't get them down for the life of me." Michael asked you, meaning it in a friendly way, but really wanting to just spend some alone time with you. He had felt that he finally built up enough courage to be honest with you about how he felt and he was confident in his choice in doing so. Michael didn't care if you didn't feel the same way (he tried convincing himself you absolutely didn't) and he knew the fire he was playing with every time he simply thought about it. You picked up your guitar and followed Michael into the next room which was considered the lounge to take breaks when you weren't in the recording booth. "I always get stumped right here." Michael began paying the chords once you were situated on the couch. He stopped halfway, patting the guitar like it would move along his mind and allow him to remember the notes. Truth was the chords came so easily to Michael, he was just playing around in order to get you alone because he knew you couldn't resist the chance to help someone, another thing he loved about you. "Well, you're stumped because you're mixing in another song. Listen." You chuckled and strummed on your guitar and Michael watched you eagerly, loving the way your fingers flowed along the strings. And when you started singing, well that was a completely different story. "Like that." You finished and Michael just stared at you, your beauty was radiating the entire room, the little glisten in your eyes making his heart speed up uncontrollably. With no fair warning Michael lunged forward, his guitar clacking with yours and his hands falling to the side of your face. His soft lips touched upon yours and with wide eyes, you were taken aback by this gesture, not at all expecting it from him. Michael felt a release of weight from his shoulders and he was pleasantly surprised that you didn't shove him away. When he finally did pull away, you were left stunned and unable to move, but incredibly happy he did that.
Luke
When you got to the red carpet Luke stayed by your side the entire walk. Each interview commented on how beautiful you looked (clearly a routine statement to get something juicy out of the celebrities) and one even noted how Luke had been standing by your side the entire night. They were clearly incredibly gifted in the art of being observational. "So, is anyone in a relationship?" The infamous question you heard muttered a thousand times in your short arrival. A smirk crept on your face as the interview from E! News scouted you out, "Y/N I see a look." She joked, and you knew it was all in good fun—for her. "Anything you're not telling us?" She continued and you peered over at Luke, whose hand was securely on your back, seeing that he was trying to hold in a smile by taking both of his lips between his teeth. "No, no relationship." Although you wished you could have said yes. You all continued down the carpet, posing for endless pictures and doing quick in-and-out interviews. The time before the show was the least hectic so when you got inside before finding your seats was the perfect time for potty breaks. "Will someone come with me, I don't wanna go alone." You pouted to your bandmates and Luke was the first (and only) one to volunteer. The other lads stayed behind and started conversing with other celebrities who they don't get to see that often. "Thanks for coming with me. I would have probably gotten lost." You chuckled. "It's no problem." Luke grinned, grabbing your hand as you kept walking. It shocked you at first, this new feeling on your palm, but you soon got used to it and felt more comfortable. You didn't want to ask to ruin the moment, but the question was hot on your tongue, "Luke, do you like me?" As he stopped walking and stared in awe for a moment, you were glad you asked. You could see Luke fumbling with his hands and his words as you stood before him, biting holes through your bottom lip from your nerves. "We ask that everyone take their seats, the show will being in five minutes." An overhead voice came through the speakers and just as you were about to get the fiery answer to your burning question, you were rushed to your seats. Which lead you to wonder the entire show.
Calum
When you joined the other boys, Calum was left completely dumbfounded behind you. He didn't know whether you actually ripped out his heart or not when you walked away, but as he sat there staring in awe of the moment he was pretty damn sure it was something along those lines. All the while, you weren't exactly happy with having to tell Calum that. In fact, you quite wished it was the opposite and that being together wouldn't cause a roaring of complicatedness to occur. "Guys it's been one for the books, but I'm tired. I'll see you guys tomorrow." Calum had returned from the back of the bus and went straight to his bunk, avoiding eye contact with you and only you. It was mutual avoidance, though, seeing as you stared down at your fingernails, picking at your cuticles. "What were you and Calum talking about?" Michael nudged you, speaking in a much lower voice then he was earlier. "Nothing." You replied simply with the shake of your head. "We all know Calum doesn't go to bed this early." He continued, raising an eyebrow at you, "Did he say something to you?" You mentally cursed at yourself as your mind tried to compile together an excuse as to why Calum went off so quickly. It wasn't like you could just come out and say, "He told me he liked me, but I was an asshole and turned him down for the bands sake" without looking like the biggest bitch in the world. "He, uh," You began with a stutter, "He just said he was homesick that's all. Didn't want to tell you guys about it because you'd probably make fun of him." You all got homesick all the time so it was the perfect excuse and luckily everyone went along with it. Meanwhile, you were still shaken up at the thought of mistakenly screwing up this band more by turning Calum down than by thinking about your feelings for him.
