5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

You Break Up.

Calum:

"(y/n), this isn't right. The spark is gone. I don't want to pretend." Calum told you.

You felt tears roll down your cheeks. "How long has it been, Calum? Maybe I was never enough. Maybe that's why it's gone. Because of me. That's why, isn't it?"

He has a sad look in his eyes. "(y/n), it's not you. You were enough."

"Don't, Calum. Skip the whole 'it's not you, it's me.' Because I've heard that before, okay? And if I were enough, wouldn't the spark still be there? Wouldn't you--" You choke on a sob. "--Wouldn't you still love me?"

"It's not you. Trust me. I loved you."

"And I love you. But, I can't force you to feel the same." A humorless chuckle escapes your lips. "Well, I hope you find someone who will be good enough."

He has to hold himself back from hugging you. It would be like hugging a friend. "I'm sorry." And just like that he left.

Ashton:

"I'm tired of this, (y/n)! I'm tired of always coming home and having to spend time with you because you need attention." Ashton spat.

"Well, I'm so tired of you drinking and coming home where I have to take care of your sorry butt." You frown.

"Really? Because you don't seem to mind the money."

"Ashton Fletcher Irwin. I never cared about the money. I never cared if you were in a band or not when I dated you or when I met you. I always tell you to not buy me anything."

"I'm so tired of you pretending to be selfless!"

"I'm so tired of you accusing me!"

"I'm so tired of you!" Ashton yells.

You froze, blinking away tears. "Fine then, I'll just go." You walked out the door, calling your friend to ask her if she could pick up your belongings.

Luke:

"Luke, I don't know." You sighed.

"You don't know what?" Luke sat down next to you, looking concerned.

"I didn't think it would be this bad. It's effecting me. . . I believe them. I never wanted to believe them, Luke. I know it's the coward's way out, but I can't do this anymore."

"(y/n), what's effecting you?"

"The hate, Luke. I never wanted to leave, but I don't want to be afraid to go anywhere or go on any social media."

"(y/n), I know it's bad. But--"

"I'm sorry, Luke." You kissed him. The kiss was filled with with every memory you had with him. Your birthday, first date, first kiss, all the 'I love you's. How much you loved him.

"Sorry that I can't stay. I love you. Believe it or not, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. Goodbye." Tears had already filled your eyes. You left, wishing you could have stayed with him.

Michael:

"(y/n), what is this?!" Michael asked, tossing his phone to you.

You caught it, startled. You looked and saw a photo of you and Niall. In the photo, you were kissing his cheek. "Michael, that's not real."

"It certainly looks real. Are you really cheating on me? You're not even freaking out."

"Because, this has happened before, remember?" You stood up. "Michael, why would I ever cheat on you? I thought you trusted me!"

"I did! But, who knows if you're lying? Maybe you're just looking for fame." He frowned.

You stared at him in disbelief. "Do you realize how stupid that sounds? If I ever wanted fame, I would have dated celebrities before you!"

"Who says you didn't, (y/n)?!" He spat.

"I do! You know what? Why am I trying? Goodbye, Michael Gordon Clifford!" You glared at him, running to your room and starting to pack.

Once you were done, you stared at him right in the eye. "I hope you actually believe your next girlfriend." You walked away.

Michael glanced at his phone and saw a bunch of tweets about how the photo was fake. "Crap."