5SOS Preferences

A Family Member Dies

Calum: "Hello?" Calum answers his phone quickly, nervously chewing his bottom lip at the sight of his sister calling at such a late time.

"What is it?" You ask him, watching his face contort to a variety of emotions, his left hand continuously running through his hair.

"I'll leave first thing tomorrow..." He whispers to his sister, "I love you." He then ends the call, his deep eyes looking sadly into your own.

"It's my mom, she suffered a severe stroke and didn't make it." He sobs, you pulling him into your arms.

"I'm so sorry, Calum. She was a great woman."

"She really was. . ." He mumbles, managing a small smile in her memory, "even if she use to ground me bunches."

That comment sparked a conversation that would last the rest of the night, as you two talked and told stories of his mother in her memory.

Michael: "Y/N, your mother is on the phone!" Michael calls for you, his eyes furrowing once you enter the kitchen, "she sounds upset."

"Does she?" You ask, taking the landline from him as he nods, "Mommy? What's wrong?" You listen to her calmly, your hand beginning to clinch the phone tighter.

Michael watches you whisper 'no' over and over, he watches the calm and collected posture you held slowly being to break at the sound of your mom's words. He instinctively reaches out for you, wrapping his arms around you as your body breaks in sobs, dropping the phone.

Your little brother, who joined the Army to be a hero, was finally coming home.

Just not in the way you wanted him to.

Ashton: "Fuck!" You hear a loud crash echoing off the walls. The sound of thousands of tiny glass shards follow suit.

"Babe?" You call out to Ashton, "what was that?"

Silence is your only response. The house stood silent as you strain to listen for any movement. Ashton and you had just gotten home from his younger brother's funeral.

'He was far too young to go' is what Ashton repeated to you earlier this morning, his tear stained cheeks a puffy red.

You sigh at the saddening memory, now beginning to hear the light sobs of Ashton, as your eyes trail toward the stairs.

You get off your spot on the sofa and make your way towards them.

Ready to begin to help Ashton on his long road to acceptance.

Luke: You stood still and silent as the preist talked to the equally silent crowd of people surrounding you.

Your father was a great man.

That's something everyone keeps telling you, sadden smiles pressed on their lips as they pat your shoulder.

He really was a great man. You remember his bright smile and laughter that never failed to ignite a warmth within you as if it were yesterday. His eyes always twinkled in awe, he never let anything ruin his mood.

You close your eyes and press them together tight, as if doing that permently sealed his image to them. . . so you could forever see him.

Luke must of noticed your actions, for he leans down and kisses your forehead; his blue eyes searching yours softly.

"Do not forget I love you. . . and I'll always be here."

~*~

*places tissue box on coffee table*

Take as many as you need

*takes one for myself*

Well, here's me becoming consistent again! I hope you liked this one and I would also like to let you know I've started a new story as well! It's called Wife For Hire and I would love if you gave it a look!

Skylar xx