I'm so sorry || cth (discontinued)

I don't forgive you

POV is gonna change a lot in this chapter btw... just a little warning

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39|| I don't forgive you

~Stephanie~

As soon as Calum left, Michael followed straight after, leaving me and Luke to talk.

Luke sits down on the sofa as I plop down next to him, feeling extremely drained even though it's only 11am.

"I can't believe he did that," Luke mutters, his head in his hands. "He's supposed to be my best friend- our best friend."

I sigh, nodding my head as I let him rant to me about his former best friend.

Whilst he was ranting I see the blame in his eyes, but that isn't what caught my attention. What caught my attention was the way he talked about Calum, it sounded like he was blaming himself for everything.

And none of this was his fault.

None of it at all.

"Luke," I say, cutting him off in the middle of his rant.

His blue electric eyes I love looks me dead in the eyes as they widen, sorrow evident in them.

"Oh," Luke says quickly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to rant. I just thought about Calum and then-" he mumbles but I wasn't able to hear the rest.

"Luke," I interrupt him again, putting my hand over his.

He looks down at our hands, then back to me, urging me with his eyes to carry on.

"It isn't your fault," I say softly as I squeeze his hands.

Luke looks at me with his mouth agape.

I pull him into a hug, whispering into his ear, over and over again, "It isn't your fault."

We stay in this position, rocking back and forth for I don't know how long. A few minutes? 30 minutes? An hour?

But we stay in this position together until we eventually stop rocking back and forth and fall asleep in each other's arms.

~Ashton~

Megan went ape-shit on me today and it kind of scared me; the way she stalked towards me like I was her prey, the way her eyes were burning with pure anger and hatred, the way her voice sounded so calm... it all just scared me.

Why do I always have to try find the best in people?

I just want to go home.

Back to my family, where the was close to no drama at all.

I want to go home.

~Michael~

There's a knock on the door, a familiar knock.

It's the knock the guys and I would do when we were younger because all young kids have secret knocks, don't they?

I walk towards it carefully, not knowing which one of my friends (or former friends) I would be met with.