Matthew Healy, George Daniel and 5SOS preferences.

48//Wherever you are~5SOS//(5SOS)

His POV

Calum:
"For a while we pretended that we never had to end it but we knew we had to say goodbye."

"No" She screams, grabbing my arm pulling me towards her. I grab her head and pull it towards my chest, for her to hear what she does to my heart. Thudding against her tear stained cheeks through my sweater. Tonight was another night of arguing, I had to work, constantly I work and provide for her so she doesn't need to work, so I can provide the best future for her and to get ready for children and marriage when she's ready.

"Please don't go Calum. I don't want you to leave again. It breaks my heart every time I see you walk out that door." She mumbles Into my chest. A tear seeps through my eyes, down my cheeks and ending at my chin. She lifts her head from my chest and stares into my eyes, so blankly. "I've seen you for like 3 days this week, I can't handle you leaving me."

I let her go, trying to hold back more tears. I need to be strong, for both of us. "Please baby! You know that I'll be finished soon, we're going on break soon, I need you to be strong and once my break comes, we'll travel to all your favourite places okay baby." I pick up my jacket off the hook and wrap it around me.

My phone bleeps and I realise that Michael is calling me. I excuse myself and walk outside. "She's loosing her strength. I can't hurt her anymore. I don't know what to do...I know! I'll see you soon mate. I'll leave here in 20 okay....Yeahp I won't be late....see you soon...bye." I walk inside and she's snuggled into her blanket on the couch watching Keeping up with the Kardashians.

I sit on the couch, wrapping my arm around her. "I've got 15 minutes until I have to leave." She nods her head, understanding that if I don't go I'll be letting the boys down. We snuggle together for another 15 minutes when I look at the clock. "I have to go baby." I say, seeing the hurt in her eyes. "I'll see you soon though. I love you. Goodbye." She kisses me and waves me out the door.

Michael:
"You were crying at the airport when they finally close the plane door, i could barely hold it all inside."

The car ride to the airport tonight was silent. The only thing heard was the hitched sound of my babies breath as she tries to contain the flow of tears starting. I look over and couldn't bare to stare at her, looking so scared, so vulnerable. The pain she was to face was nothing compared to my hidden emotions, too worried to show her that I'm breaking.

We find our way to the airport perfectly, this wasn't the first time that we've had to do this trip but it'll definitely be the longest time apart so far. I grab my bags, grab her hand and let her lead me into the large glass doors which separated the real world and imagination.

"Passengers for aircraft 715 to London to gate 3." The first tear finally slips through her sadden stained face. Mascara trailing along. We end up finding our gate and I meet the boys there, watching them say goodbye to their wives and kids.

"9 months baby, I'll see you soon." I whisper as I wrap my large arms around her, she weeps into my shoulder. My tear stained flannel seeps through and a puddle forms on my shoulder. I pull away as my last calling is announced. "Promise me that you'll be here when I get home." I hold my pinky out trying to break a bit of tension, she grasps my body and pulls me in one last time for another 9 months.

"I promise you Mikey." She says and stands watching me walk into security check. Mouthing 3 simple words that mean more than the world to me.

Luke:
"Torn in two and I know I shouldn't tell you but I just can't stop thinking of you."

Scrolling through Twitter reading all the amazing fan messages. '@Luke5sos thank you for showing your fans that dreams do come true. I love you.' I click the retweet button. Multiple edit pictures come up and the happiness is overwhelming. I wouldn't know what I'd do without the fans.

Here I am. Stuck in another crappy hotel room somewhere that isn't beside her. The walls were bare and seemed cold. The windows were a view that consisted of other hotels. I look back to my phone and see a beautiful girl next to a guy in a tux. The caption was 'My ride or die. Prom couldn't be any better If it tried.' That's when I realised that it was her, the one I'd loved for 6 years, yet let her go once tour came around.

I look at the photo, my eyes fixated on her beautiful smile that someone else made. Her beautiful prom gown look amazing against her tan toned skin colour. She was looking at the camera while her partner was looking at her. His eyes taking off her clothes. I dm her. My hands start getting cramped and start shaking, not knowing whether or not it is a good idea of not but I do it anyway.

"I hope your prom was good! Been thinking 'bout you. You looked amazing." I type, not knowing what she might type in reply. She opens it and I see the 'typing' icon pop up, seconds later it disappears. Looking at her name as it says below it 'active a minute ago.'

My heart sinks.

Ashton:
"You could say we'll be together, some day. But nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same. So why can't I stop feeling this way."

A new day should come with new activities to do in an amazing country like Spain but I just can't stop thinking about her. Her beautiful hair that I'd always pull my fingers through. Her sweet smile which would help me get through my rough, busy day. Her amazing body which would be held against mine right now if I could. But I'm stuck here in Spain, a million miles away from the only person who made me the happiest man in the world.

The sun shone brightly against my skin, burning a little bit but not enough for me to move. Today I couldn't do anything, except think about the consequences to my complete different happiness. Tour and her and I couldn't pick yet if I had to I wouldn't be picking your that's a fact! Unfortunately, what my head wanted and what my heart wanted were two completely different things.

The casual scroll through my camera roll and I land on the picture we took at Disneyland for her recent birthday. The one of her face after Californian Screaming. Her hair was a mess and her face was just as bad but it was the face I fell in love with every single time I seen it.

I post the picture to Instagram. Captioning it 'I need your hands to pull me out of this mess because mine aren't strong enough.' The messages fans send can not compare to the message that she had sent to me. "I miss you ash! This photo is so cute! I can't wait for my prince to get home so I can snuggle the living shit out of you."

My smile extends and my heart thuds out of my chest. But my heart is crushed by the aching pain of reality kicking in. She won't love me when I get home, she would have forgotten about me. Everyone forgets sooner or later. Still another 7 months on tour and without us seeing each other for that long stings the veins in my throbbing heart and that's when it suddenly breaks.