You have a fear

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You have a fear

Ashton:

You have pretty much always have had a fear of water.
You hated the thought of drowning or being pulled under.
Whenever you had swimming lessons in Primary school or whatever you'd fake being sick or having your monthly.
You had agreed to go to the pool with Ashton and the boys.
When you got there, you lounged in the sun in your bikini.
You catch a shadow towering over you, blocking your sunlight.
"Ashton... Can you stand there?" You whine pointing to the spot next to you.
"Not until you come into the water." He pouts.
Ugh, the pouting.. That's what got you here.
"No, I can't" You state simply.
"Why" he pouts again.
"Because I can't swim" you sigh covering your face.
"I'll teach you!! I won't drown you! Promise!" He chirps, holding out his hands.
"No..." You sigh.
"Pleeeeeeaaase" he pouts again.
"Fine.. But i'm holding onto the wall." You state.
He smiles and takes your hand.
"Anything else I need to know?" Ash asks.
"Well, i'm not too fond of the dark either" you laugh.
"Me neither.. I'm afraid if what's in it" Ashton laughs.

Michael:

You haven't been well the past few weeks, you had been to the doctors an everything, no one could tell what was up with you.
Don't take that as an insult.
You had been told by your doctor that you had to have a blood test to find out what was wrong.
Michael decided to take you a week from your doctors appointment.
That day was today.
You were literally shaking, you were on a fast, meaning you couldn't eat or drink for a certain amount of hours before the test.
"Y/N! We have to go!" Michael yells.
"Y-yeah s-sure" you stutter.
You had the biggest fear of needles.
Like the biggest fear, the last time you had one, you cried a little, holding back the screams.
You shakily made your way down the stairs, then out the door with Michael.
When you got to the doctors, you latched onto Michael's hand.
"Are you okay?" Michael laughs.
You shake your head.
"I am scared shitless of needles." You confess.
"Don't worry, i'll be there" Michael comforts you.
You nod.
"Miss Y/L/N?" Your doctor calls.
You get up and follow him, not letting go of Michael's hand.
Your arm gets prepped and Michael starts to talk about the most random things to get your mind off the needle.
You feel the needle stick into your arm.
"Yeah wel- AH THERE IS A PIECE OF METAL IN MY ARM!" You stop mid sentence, latching onto Michael's arm.
Michael was trying his best not to laugh.
"How about we go out to get ice cream after this?" Michael suggests, you nod.

Luke:

Last night, you and Luke went down to a new restraunt that just opened up.
You just had a salad and Luke had something that was passed off as steak.
He had been throwing up all morning.
As for you, you spent that time with him in the bathroom, cringing as he threw up.
You had a strange fear of people throwing up, you hated it.
Yes, it is a real fear.
As Luke was throwing up, you had your earphones in drowning out the sound. You rubbed circles on your boyfriends back while listening to 'About The Boy'.
Luke looks up at you with glossed over eyes and a pale face.
"Um.. Why the earphones?" He asks, confused.
"I have a fear of.. People.. Throwing.. Up.." You finish.
Luke nods before throwing up again.
You turn your music up louder, it may send you deaf but anything is better than this.

Calum:

You and Calum stayed home, lounging around. It was a Saturday after all and one of Calum's days off.
You were watching a movie together when your sight moved to the wall.
There it was.
A spider.
You were literally petrified of spiders, they were your worst nightmare.
You jump up from your spot.
"You okay?" Calum asks. He knew about your fear, he was technically a professional spider slayer.
Hah, that sounds cool.
You point to the black monster on the wall and realisation covers his face.
You hold a pillow up and point at the beast. "KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!!" You scream.
Jumping up and down on the couch.
Calum takes one of his shoes from the ground next to him, he walks up to the spider and squishes it like it was no problem.
"How do you do that?" You sigh a sigh of relief.

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