Calum:
Calum would be lifeless. He'd at first shake his head, mumbling how this couldn't be true. He'd be so close to screaming and breaking down, but he couldn't. He felt empty, like a piece of him was taken. He'd lay in bed, practically lifeless as he thinks about you. He thinks about your features that he can no longer see, your laugh and voice he can no longer hear, and your warm embrace/body he can no longer feel. Without you in his life, he was simply a boy without a soul. He felt as if he didn't want to be here without his precious angel, but he couldn't. All he did was lay on bed motionless, memories of you both flooding his head as he felt a single tear roll onto his cheek.
Ashton:
He wouldn't be able to take it. He'd think everyone was lying, that you were still here. Everyone tried to tell him, but he wouldn't believe it one bit. Once he was behind closed doors, he broke down crying and screaming. He'd break everything in sight: mirrors, drawers, lamps, pictures, bed, etc. For a second he'd even think about breaking himself, but he couldn't. He thought about you, and how you wouldn't want him to do anything to himself. He would then collapse onto the floor, crying and begging for you to come back to him.
Luke:
Now Luke would be such a mess. He'd break down completely. He'd be in a total mess, screaming 'No it's not true!' He'd be in constant denial until he actually saw your lifeless body laying on the hospital bed. He would run over to you, grabbing your cold hand into his and crying. His brothers' would have to literally drag him away from you. As he drived home, he kept on looking at the empty passenger seat, wishing that your figure was there. Once he was home, he couldn't even get out of the car before he broke down again, repeatedly hitting the steering wheel and screaming and pulling on his hair. He wished that he could be with you, but he knew that's not what anyone wanted. So all night he cried until he fell asleep with you on his mind.
Michael:
At first Michael would be silent, a bit too silent. He would go away from everyone before he could take his anger out on anyone. He'd go straight home and smash everything in his house. He'd smash his guitars, X-Box, lamps, pictures, tables, everything. He would drink his sorrow away, trying to get you out of his head. He'd sit there on the floor with shattered glass around him and other debris of his destruction. He would go through bottles and bottles of alcohol until he was drunk enough to forget what happened earlier. He then would find a picture that he'd broken from the frame of you two on your 2 year anniversary. He'd smile slightly to himself at how happy and stunning you looked, until the memory of today came back and he'd cry for the first time today.
