Calum:
Ashton was your best friend. Sometimes-most of the time-people often guess that you two were the ones dating. Calum understood your friendship, but you could see that it bothered him. It bothered him the way you would ask Ashton questions first, or how you would always console him in a room where no one else was. It was the little things like that, which built up to an outrage you never expected to see from Calum. This outrage especially came when Calum walked onto the tour bus and saw you sleeping on your best friend, a pastime you would always do when you were kids. "I don't want you to be friends with him anymore." He spat. Ashton was outside of the bus listening in on his yelling. "You what?!" You were completely taken aback that he would even ask such a thing. "How could you ask that? Ashton's your friend." "Y/N, you're my girlfriend!" Calum's voice was becoming louder and louder. "Half the time I feel like you love Ashton more than you love me." You shook your head. "Cal, you know that's not true." Compared to him, your voice was a whisper. "Dammit." He rubbed his face. "If you want to be in a relationship with me than you have to stop being in one with him." Calum shared a harsh glance with you and then stomped off into the back of the bus, leaving you with your woes and dismays, wondering what the hell you would do next.
Michael:
"I just need to lay down for, like, four minutes." You slurred. Your entire body was swirling much like the room around you. Before you could catch yourself, you stumbled backwards onto a couch, hitting your head on someone's knee. Calum chuckled at you, his knee being the one you were now laying on. "Well hello there Ms. Y/N." A delighted grin was on his face, but your vision was so blurred you couldn't tell if his face was turned upside down, or if it was just your lack of soberness. "Calum!" You cheered, lifting up your head quickly. "I'm so glad to see you!" You reached your hand up to touch his cheek, a normal motion you would never make. That is, if I you hadn't just drank eight beers. The party was loud, but that didn't stop you from laying your head back down and falling right to sleep within the matter of seconds. You were mumbling in your sleep making Calum have a chuckle or two. "Cal?" His smile diminished the second Michael approached the couch. "What do you think you're doing with my girlfriend?" Michael had a can of beer in his hand and was using it as his stress relief, squeezing it tight and hearing it crinkle. "Mike she just fell sleep I swear I didn't do anything to her." Calum lifted his hands up by his head showing that he wasn't touching you. Michael grunted, lifting your sleeping body off of him and carried you to bed, where he sat with you to make sure you were alright when you woke up.
