Michael:
Your phone wouldn't stop buzzing. You had stormed out of the backstage common area and locked yourself in Michael's dressing room. Michaelbaby: iMessage (16) appeared on the screen of your phone as Michael continued to try and reach you. You had gone to congratulate him after his show, but he was quick to brush you off and start making plans to go out for drinks with the rest of the band. "So a few beers are more important than me telling you how proud I am of you?" You had asked sarcastically before quickly walking away, trying not to let Michael see your tears of frustration. Sighing, you grabbed your phone. Being mad at Michael was too hard, and you were about to open his messages when you heard the door to the room click and open. "Thanks, James," Michael said to a crew member; he entered the room and shut the door behind him. He knelt down in front of you and grasped your hands tightly. Fuck, you thought, as your vision went blurry and tears filled your eyes. "I never, ever want you to think that a couple drinks or anything or anyone else in this world is more important to me than you. I'm sorry, baby," he whispered. Closing your eyes and letting the tears fall, you nodded and fell into his arms and hugged him tightly. "You know I love you, right? To the moon and back," he told you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close.
a/n: fuck i made myself cry lmao who am i
Ashton:
Your husband was sleeping on the couch in the downstairs living room, rather than beside you in your bed. It wasn't the way you wanted it, of course, but he had chosen to be there. He was angry at you for missing a date he had been planning for months; it was a day that he finally had off, and you had completely forgotten about it after a long day at work. You had tried to ask him to come back upstairs, but he just set up a pillow and a blanket on the sofa and said he'd be fine. After ten minutes into the night, you crept downstairs for water. "Gosh, I sure am thirsty," you said aloud, hoping he would jump right up and join you in the kitchen. Nothing. Knowing that he was too stubborn to go back to your room, you sighed and headed back upstairs, not even bothering to pour yourself a glass of water. You fell asleep, but you soon woke up to someone climbing into the bed beside you. "Y/N?" Ashton whispered. "Are you awake, baby girl?" You flipped over to face him, and you could see his hazel eyes wide with worry. "I'm sorry I got so mad. I was just...really excited to get some good alone time with you and when you didn't come, I kinda flipped out. I'm so, so sorry." You scooted closer to him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I know this meant a lot to you and I was dumb and forgot. Can you forgive me?" You asked. "Well, we have some alone time right now," he murmured, and needless to say, he forgave you after a long night of love making.
Luke:
Being seven months pregnant was hard. Your mood constantly changed and you would always take out your anger on whoever was closest to you, and it was usually Luke. You didn't want to be mad at him, but your hormones were going haywire and you couldn't help it sometimes.
At the moment, you were screaming at Luke for not putting the toilet seat back down. "What if our baby walks into the bathroom and falls into the toilet and drowns because the damn lid wasn't shut? Do you want to be responsible for doing that to our child, Luke? Do you?!" You screamed, clutching the crib for support. The two of you were decorating the nursery, and you had just come back from the bathroom, pissed. "Y/N, it was an accident, okay? I forg-" he began, but you interrupted. "Yeah, you always forget, Luke," you said, rolling your eyes. "Fuck, Y/N, calm down, okay? I fucking forgot and I know you're pregnant and moody but it's always me that you're mad at and it hurts! I'm going outside," he mumbled, and exited the room. Not five seconds later, you felt horrible. It was true; Luke was the only one who took your attacks and now you had driven him out of the house. Waddling as fast as you could, you opened the front door to look for Luke, only to see him sitting on the step. Quietly and with all your effort, you sat beside him. "I'm sorry for hurting you," you said softly. "You're always there for me and more often than not, I'm screaming at you. You're my rock, Luke, and I love you. I don't want to hurt you." Luke nodded and turned to face you, blue eyes shining. "It's not your fault. You don't have to apologize, but thank you for doing so. My future is coming up so fast with you and our baby, and I'm always going to be there for both of you," he told you. Smiling, you leaned in and kissed him, knowing that your family may not be perfect, but it was yours to share.
Calum:
Humiliation. That was the only thing you were feeling. Barely ten minutes ago, you were hanging out with your boyfriend Calum, Roy English, and Brian Logandales. The four of you were having a great time when a topic in conversation came up and you didn't quite understand. "Wait, so when you press the pedal with the green tape, the track switches without pausing?" You had asked, and they began laughing at you, even Calum. "No shit, Y/N, how else are we supposed to change tracks?" He had replied, and his friends laughed even harder. Blood rushed to your cheeks and you stood up immediately. "Sorry that I didn't know and thought that asking my musician boyfriend was okay. I'm going to the bus," you said stiffly before exiting the bar. "Y/N, wait!" Calum called, the realization that he had hurt your feelings dawned on him. You didn't even turn to look back, but you heard a chair scraping against the floor and footsteps follow you. "Baby, slow down, I'm sorry!" He yelled. You began to walk a little faster and entered the bus and slammed the door behind you, hoping that it would slow Calum down. Throwing yourself onto his bunk, you scrolled through twitter in a futile attempt to get Calum off your mind. Thirty seconds later, the bus door opened and Calum walked over to his top bunk, looking up at you; you continued to look at twitter and tried to ignore him. "Don't ignore me, princess, I'm sorry," he coaxed, knowing that you loved his pet names for you. It was hard not to look at him, but you stayed strong. "Y/N, don't make me tickle you," he threatened, and befor you knew it, he was squeezing your sides and tickling your neck. "God, okay! Stop! I forgive you! Just don't ever make me feel like a dumbass in front of your friends ever again, got it?" You asked breathlessly. Calum grinned and pressed his lips to your cheek. "Got it, princess. Now, scoot over and make some room for me," he whispered, climbing in and closing the curtain.
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wow i finally updated and i am SO sorry for being an inactive hoe :-((( im updating both written and these prefs today so PLS read and vote i love u guys !!
-anna x
