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A S H T O N: Instead of waiting at home for Ashton to get back from the recording studio so that the two of you could go out for dinner, you decided to just go ahead and head to the studio. The band was currently working on a new album and had been hard at work for the past month and since Ashton had been busy you had planned to take him out to a special dinner that night. He had no clue that you were coming, but the boys did because you had asked them prior to if you could steal your husband away for the rest of the night. They had agreed to watch yours and Ashton’s two-year-old daughter, Ella, so that you two could have a romantic night. You pulled up outside of the studio and took note of the large mass of people gathered outside. Some were fans and some were paparazzi; but you knew that no matter what or who they were, it would be a battle to try and get through. Glancing back in the rearview mirror, you couldn’t help but give a small smile at your sleeping daughter; the hair that was an exact replica of her father’s was sticking up all over the place, while her head hung down to her chest as she snoozed on. You hated that you were going to have to wake her up (and for the worst reason possible); you knew how scared she got of the large crowds that seemed to follow her dad around. You sighed and got out the car, taking Ella out of her car seat and nuzzling her head into your neck. If she wasn’t awake by now she would be soon because once your car door slammed shut, the crowd adverted their attention to you and began to swarm you. Everyone threw questions at you; some were rude, some ridiculous, but no matter what they were you wanted to get out of the crowd as soon as you could. Ella cried into your shoulder and you tried your best to soother her, you really did, but the shouts and voices just kept coming and getting closer. “Hey! Back off and let them through!” A familiar sounding voice shouted over the crowd. You looked up to see Michael inching his was towards you, before he grabbed your arm in a tight, but not too tight, grip and led you to the door of the studio. “Why didn’t you text one of us saying you were here, [Y/N]?” You shrugged and continued to try and console your daughter. “You’re lucky that I happened to look out the window and see you.” Michael said as you entered into the recording room. As soon as you stepped through the door, Ashton shot up from his seat and rushed to your side. “Daddy!” Ella wailed, her small arms reaching out for her father. Ashton took her in his arms before he leaned in and kissed your temple, “Thank God you’re alright.”

C A L U M: You had always hated the paparazzi, but sadly that was one of the cons that came with dating a rock star. You and Calum had been dating for almost two years and he knew how much you despised the people who followed you around with cameras, trying their best to capture your every move. The band had a radio interview later that morning and you had decided to tag along. The car holding you and the boys pulled into the lot of the radio station and even though you knew that word could travel fast now these days, you didn’t think it traveled that fast because you were pretty positive that every paparazzi in the world were standing right in front of the door to the radio station. Okay, so maybe you were exaggerating just a little; there were still a lot of them though. You inhaled a deep breath and felt Calum’s hand squeeze yours as a sort of reassurance. The door to the vehicle opened and already people were snapping pictures and asking questions at the boys. They ignored them, like they usually did, and you tried your best to keep your head down. Somewhere in the middle of the sea of people, Calum’s hand slipped out of yours. He was too far ahead of you to hear you when you called out his name and you began to panic. “It’s okay, [Y/N],” Luke said from behind you. You turn to him with tears gathering in your eyes and he placed his hand on your back, leading you through the paparazzi. “Move, please get out of our way!” He shouted and eventually you both made it to the inside of the building. You immediately ran into Calum’s arms and held on to him tightly. “Thanks man,” he said to Luke, who nodded back at him. “Anything to keep our [Y/N] safe.” Luke smiled at you.

L U K E: Luke was seen to the fans as the shy, quiet, awkward one of the band and while for the most part that was true, whenever you and Luke got into a fight a whole new side of him was unleashed. Usually the two of you would have a go at each other, one of you would realize that you were wrong, and you’d make up. (A mad Luke was a pretty big turn on for you. Shh...) But this time it was different. For one, you couldn’t even remember why the two of you were arguing in the first place; two, you were fighting in front of the boys, who had come over to yours and Luke’s place for a movie night. Well, you see how that turned out. Your boyfriend’s friends all sat on the couch, 3 pairs of eyes shifting back and forth between yours and Luke’s screaming match. None of them wanted to interfere, for the fear of getting yelled at in return. They had never seen you guys fight like this; you both were very keen on keeping your lives private, even to Luke’s best friends. Both of you were screaming at each other, some things incoherent and some inaudible. “You know what, [Y/N]?!” Luke screamed, pointing his finger at you. “Just get out! Just shut up and get the hell out!” He had never been this harsh, and you had had some pretty brutal fights before. You gasped at him, your lip quivering as tears threatened to spill over your eyes. You gulped and whispered, “Fine.” But when you started to head out of the living room, Ashton—being the bravest one of the three—called for you to wait. He turned to Luke and shook his head. “Mate, calm down. I know that you don’t mean anything you’ve said for the past hour, but seriously you need to apologize to her for it. Look at her.” Ashton said to his friend as he pointed to your crouched figure that was leaning against the door frame. Luke’s expression quickly changed and guilt washed over his features. “[Y/N]?” He tried saying your name quietly and you let out a sob. He moved to your side and pulled you into his arms. Yours instinctively wrapped around his neck as you continued to cry. He kissed the crown of your head and picked you up. He headed towards your shared bedroom when Calum called out, “What’re we supposed to do?” “Go home!” You and Luke replied.

M I C H A E L: Ugly. Whore. Bitch. Fat. Undeserving. Those were just a few of the words that continuously filled your mentions on your Twitter feed. You knew that once you and Michael started dating that there was going to be hate. You had been dating Michael for a couple of months now and still everyday when you logged on to Twitter there were those types of tweets. Although the positive usually seemed to outweigh the negative, those were the comments that seemed to stand out to you. How could people be so cruel to someone that they knew so little about? Michael constantly reminded you that he didn’t pay attention so what those “fans” had to say and told you that he loved you for the person that he knew you were. You knew that and were grateful for it. But you still couldn’t help but get beaten down every time that you refreshed your newsfeed. However, this time, there was one comment that stuck out: “Calum5SOS: Please stop with the hate to [Y/T/N]. Michael loves her and so do we. So back off. Love you guys!” You smiled and went to go an find your amazing boyfriend and his pretty awesome friends.