5SOS One-Shots and Preferences

Malum: You Fight and One of You Walk Out

Calum

Fear ran though your body as you held two pieces of Calums instrument. It was his baby and you was sure he was going to be past pissed off. You cringed hearing the front door slam shut, clearly stating he was already in bad mood, and breaking his bass wasn't going to help. But it was his fault. He left it on the couch to get knocked off.

He walking into the living room, his mouth falling open broken neck of his bass.

"What did you fucking do?" He yelled at you, making whimper. It was rare if he ever got mad and screamed at you.

"I- uh" you stuttered, trying to form the words.

"Fucking hell Y/N. Stay away from my things!" he yelled at you snatching the guitar out of your hands.

"Stop leaving your things around the house. It doesn't belong on the couch, it belongs in the case." You yelled at him. He looked shocked, Y/N had never stood up for herself. He glared at you hard. His gaze never leaving you.

"Its sad you care more about the bass than me Calum!" You yelled.

"At least my bass isn't a bitch."

That hit hard. It stung too. Your boyfriend had just called you a bitch.

You turned around swiftly, grabbing your coat and walking out the door, tearing up.

Michael

He threw a vase across the room, then looking toward you. The vase came in contact with the wall, making it shatter into small pieces.

You two was arguing, but nothing was making it better.

"Fucking hell!" Michael yelled, grabbing the candle that was lying on the table, chucking it at the bathroom door, putting a reasonable size dent in it.

A paparazzi had caught you and an old friend out, who is gay, and wrote an article, saying you was cheating on your boyfriend of 4 years.

"Nothing happened! Hes gay Clifford!" You yelled at him, making him flinch. You couldn't get him to understand that Devan was gay and you had no interest in the guy.

"You know what? Fuck this. Im done Y/N" He said walking out the door, leaving in a crying state, not turning back once.