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If I Could Fly - Song Preference.

If I Could Fly - Song Preference (One Direction).

Calum: If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you. I think I might give up everything - just ask me to. // Y/N's face lit up the screen as she smiled, her reaction lagged due to our distance. I had never been away from her for this long, and I had never missed her this much, either. It was only halfway in the tour, but I already didn't think I could do it. I was just so tired all the time, and being without Y/N was emotionally exhausting. It's tiring to miss someone all the time. "Cal, baby, what's wrong?" She asked me, looking questionably at me on the screen. "Oh, it's nothing." I lied, forcing a smile onto my face. Despite not even being close to me, she could tell that I wasn't myself, and it ached to let her see me like this. At least I had the boys with me at all times. I knew just how lonely she got without me around. "Don't hide from me." She pushed, her voice gentle, yet firm. I looked up at her on the screen, sighing after seeing her expression. "I wanna go home." I admitted to her, watching the crushed look take over her features. She shifted uncomfortably on her seat, pulled at her sleeves so they would cover her hands, and stayed quiet for a few moments. "I know, Cal," she began. "But this is your dream! You can't give up everything just to come home, just to be with me."     "But I want to give up, somedays." I replied, keeping my head down and my voice soft. "If you wanted it too, if you needed me, I'd come home." She sighed, closed her eyes for a few seconds and let out a deep breath. "Of course I want you to come home, Calum. But you're not going to, alright? You're going to stay with the boys, you're going to travel to some incredible places, you're going to have the time of your life. And when it's over, I'll be right here, okay? When this is all over, you can come. I promise you."

Ashton: I've got scars, even though they can't always be seen. And pain gets hard, but now you're here and I don't feel a thing. // "You promised me, Y/N." Ashton whispered, his fingers delicately tucking my hair behind my ears. My back was towards him and I refused to look up at him, too ashamed to see the regret on his face, the sadden look that covered his beautiful, shining features. "Baby, please talk to me. Please say something." The pain he felt for me was evident in his voice and it only made me want to hide myself further away in the sheets. "Y/N," he pushed, though his voice was gentle. "I don't know what you want me to say." I broke my silence. My voice was weaker than I had expected it to be, words catching in my throat. "I want you to be honest with me and tell me that you would never think of hurting yourself." He told me, but we both knew the truth. "I can't do that, Ash," I whispered, my voice cracking once again as I turned around and looked at him. My eyes watered heavy with tears and his were just the same. I could see the guilt, the fear and the worry in his eyes, but I didn't want him to feel that way. Especially not because of me. "But now you're here," I began. "And I'm okay now." I promised him, tried to reassure him that I was fine. "But what's going to happen the next time I have to go? Pain gets hard, and I don't want you to be alone. Not if you can't take it." He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head, holding me tightly in his grip. "Ashton, I'm sorry." I apologised, unconsciously pulling the sleeves of my jumper down. "I'll stop, okay? I'll stop for you. I won't keep hurting myself, I swear." A few tears escaped the corners of his eyes, rolled down his cheek and fell onto my hair. "I need you to, Y/N. You can't keep doing this to yourself." I nodded my head silently, biting down on my lip and leaned into him. "I know."

Luke: For your eyes only, I show you my heart. // Luke placed his lips against mine, kissing slowly as his hands moved to cup my face. I kissed back with just as much fire as him, setting off sparks inside the pit of my stomach. His lips were soft and the taste of salt from his tears which had just recently fallen. His eyes were closed as he kissed me, but I knew they were red and puffy, with dark bags underneath to add to his look of exhaustion. Despite the ache inside of him, the emptiness in his heart, I knew that I was enough to make him forget for a little while. I wanted to take all of his pain away, but I think there was just too much. He hovered over me, one hand resting on the bed beside my head, the other resting gently on my waist. "I love you," he softly murmured out, his voice croaky from crying. "I love you too," I whispered back, placing a light peck to his cheek. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips as if he was asking permission. He reached down and tugged at the ends of his grey shirt, quickly pulling the material from his body. He threw it to the floor before placing his lips back on mine. As much as I loved him and as much as I wanted more, I knew it wasn't right to continue when he was in such a state. I don't think either of us were ready in all honesty, and I certainly wasn't going to take advantage of him, even if I was ready myself, whilst he was so distraught and torn up over things. He was too vulnerable and I just didn't want to hurt him. I couldn't. "Luke," I whispered, pulling away slightly, holding his face in my hands. "Lukey," I cooed again, his eyes opening and looking down at me. "Yeah?" He questioned me, his voice weak and shaky, telling me that he knew himself that he wasn't ready for this. "It's okay, it's okay." I whispered, pulling him down and letting him rest against the pillow. "I know you're not ready. I'm not, okay? But I don't think this is what you need right now. Okay?" His eyes flickered between mine and he nodded softly, nuzzling further into the pillow and pulling me close to him. "Get some rest, Luke." My hands ran through his hair, and within minutes he was asleep.

Michael: I hope that you listen, 'cause I let my guard down. Right now I'm completely defenceless. // I don't think I have ever seen Michael so distraught in all the years that I've known him. It's amazing at how much he's managed to hide from me and the boys, most of which I wish I'd known sooner. If he had told me this, told someone at least, then someone could've helped him. He wouldn't have had to be alone for all those times he was. I wrapped my arms around him, leaning against his back as I sat behind him and listened to him speak. His voice was shaky at first, but now it was just low and husky. Tiredness swept through him and I could tell that opening up was a big deal to him, but I stayed right there, my hand rubbing smooth circles on his side. This was pure Mikey - raw, open, defenceless. Beautiful. I had a difficult time understanding at how such an incredible person could feel so much pain, and yet, make millions and millions of other people happy. I suppose that that reason, and that much alone, was enough to make weighed down anxiety. Once I realised what life must be like for him, it became easier to understand why he felt the things he did. But it still didn't make them right. All I wanted was to hug all of his sadness away, to take every worry from him, to make him see himself in the same way that I saw him. If he did, maybe then he'd realise why I loved him so much.

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16/11/15

These are actually so, so bad. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's up with me lately.

I think it's The Death Cure. Wow, that book does things to you. Almost as heartbroken as I was when Zayn left the band.

If you've read Chase Me a/o Find Me, then you should check out my new book 'Wait' (*sigh* yes, another book). It's the same plot as Chase Me, only with added scenes and the entire book is on Calum's perspective so none of Delilah's or Luke's.

Or, you could check out my Dylan O'Brien fanfic - Fade. The main character's name is Liam! 

Annnnndddd, I have a Niall fanfic too.

Speaking of Niall, what's your favourite song/s off the new album? Mine are If I Could Fly, A.M, Love You Goodbye, I Want to Write You a Song, and Walking in the Wind.

I love you.

Always.

- HakunaHemmings.