#168- Wrapped Around Your Finger by 5SOS Song Preference
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Ashton: "Screaming at the top of my lungs until my chest felt tight, I told myself that I'm never going to be alright."
I am almost positive that my heart stopped as her brother rushed terrified words into the phone. "It's (y/n), I was driving and... And a car hit us. It's really bad, Ashton. I managed to get out but... Her side of the car - it's completely crushed. I..."
"(Y/b/n), calm down. Are you okay?" I barely managed to ask, a huge lump in my throat and my voice shaking as he sobbed on the other end of the line.
"I'm barely hurt, I'm with the paramedics. (Y/n)'s not responding and I'm scared. They need to cut her out... I'm so scared." I struggled to hear him over the commotion in the background.
"Where are you? Where is she?" He stuttered the name of a road, apologizing relentlessly before the line went dead.
A million thoughts invaded my mind as I rushed to my car - I had to see her. I couldn't sit at home, waiting for a phone call when she was in so much pain, or even worse. I was in no fit state to drive, but it didn't bother me, my grip on the steering wheel turning my knuckles white as I neared a closed off road surrounded by police cars and ambulances. I practically jumped from the car, running towards the scene in front of me. I could see (y/b/n)'s car: completely trashed - almost unrecognizable as being any kind of vehicle and not just scrap metal. I was only a few metres away from the wreckage when someone grabbed my forearm, pulling me to a stop.
"Sir, you can't get any closer. It's not safe." I turned to see a paramedic, looking at me with concerned eyes as she noticed my erratic state.
"No.. No, no. I need (y/n), I need to see (y/n)." I stated somewhat calmly, trying to escape from his grip which only tightened the more I moved.
"Please, sir." He now struggled to hold me back before someone without a uniform - presumably a passer-by or witness - rushed to his aid, holding me back by my other arm.
Angry, scared and helpless, I started to scream her name, desperately trying to break away from the hold of the two men as they tried to soothe me. My teary eyes remained trained on her side of the car where many people in uniforms were crowded, trying to free her from the car. Still, I felt as if even the greatest efforts would never be enough - I wanted her with me, right now. I continued to shout and scream profanities and useless pleas, but with no luck. Finally, my legs gave in, my body falling to the ground despite the two strong pairs of arms working to hold me up. My screams turned into whimpers and cries. Without (y/n), nothing would be the same - I couldn't live without her, I simply wouldn't be able to function. I need her.
Luke: "In the moonlight you looked just like an angel in disguise, my whole life seemed like a postcard."
The sound of small waves hitting the beach filled my ears, and my nose - the refreshing smell of fresh air and seaside. (Y/n) looked undeniably perfect beside me as we walked across the sand hand in hand, her perfect frame adorning a flowing white dress. Her attire moved flawlessly with her hair in the breeze as she pulled away from my grip, skipping in front of me and slightly further into the cold, shallow water where the light from the moon lit her face up perfectly.
She giggled quietly as the coolness reached her ankles, forcing me to smile. Her eyes shut, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly as she turned to face the vast expanse of water. Holding her arms out, she laughed as a wave crashed onto the shore, hitting as high as her knees. (Y/n) looked so at peace with everything around her, like an angel.
The picture perfect moment reminded me of a postcard - not only did she look so wonderful accompanied by the beautiful backdrop of the ocean but, like a postcard, I realised at that moment that she was something I wanted to keep forever. A postcard would resemble something enjoyable, and can be something you want to cherish forever to remind you of the memories you have. Now, that is exactly how I feel about (y/n); I want to cherish and protect her forever. From this second onwards, I have no doubt in my mind that I don't want to lose her.
Michael: "You had me wrapped around your finger."
"I'm whipped." I randomly stated one day, speaking my thoughts out loud without a clue.
"What?" (Y/n) laughed from her place beside me in the small van we were currently travelling in.
"I was just thinking," I mumbled, turning to face her, "I'd literally do anything for you." My arm wrapped around her shoulder, resting on the back of her seat as she looked at me, perplexed.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Not for you!" I joked, squeezing her shoulder and pulling her further into my side.
It had never been my intention to have that short convention - it had merely slipped from my lips. Truthfully, when I realised it was true it had almost shocked me. I've never felt this way about anyone else before: I genuinely believe that I would do absolutely anything and everything in my power just to see her smile for a second and I'm not used to feeling so strongly about someone.
I looked down from where I sat slightly taller than her to see her eyes slowly closing, but she forced them to open again before she was completely in darkness.
"Tired?" I whispered, my hand slowly rubbing her arm as she nodded against my shoulder. "Go to sleep then, babe." I said softly, kissing the top of her head as her eyes finally shut. This moment was perfect - my mind filled with thoughts of (y/n) and everything great about her while she peacefully drifted to sleep in my arms.
Calum: "You were mine for a night, I don't know how to say goodbye."
When I woke up, I was both pleased yet somewhat shocked to find my best friend lying next to me. Honestly, I thought last night had all been a dream. (Y/n) and I have been friends for so long, and I genuinely believe that for as long as we've known each other we've had stronger feelings for each other than we care to admit, but still we kept it strictly asexual (although neither of us could deny the looming sexual tension).
Yesterday had been different in every sense of the word but in the best of ways. As I was leaving for tour the following day I had invited her round for a simple move night so that we could spend some time together before I left. As cliché as it sounds, one thing seemed to lead to another and before I could even contemplate what has happening, I was hovering above my best friend, practically delighted with the way she looked underneath me.
Now I had to reach over her to silence my alarm clock as she groaned slightly, waking from her sleep.
"Good morning." She whispered as my head hit my pillow again.
Smiling, I turned to face her, "Morning." At that moment, she looked more beautiful than she ever had before - her smile seemed to show more joy and her eyes were lit up. One of her tiny hands moved from under the covers and up to my face and she gently moved her fingers across my cheek. We both knew that in a few hours I'd be sat on a plane, flying to the other side of the world only hours after we had spent our first night together.
"I'll miss you, I always do." She mumbled, pulling her hand away and placing it so that it rested on my chest, on top of the thin covers that covered us both and at that moment, I realised how hard it would be for me to leave her. It had never been like this before; she had been mine for only a few hours, but now I had to say good bye, and I don't know how I'll be able to handle it.
