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Management wants you to break up

Rena;

  "What do you mean they want us to break up?" you asked, looking up at her from the couch. Your shoulders slouched when those words came from her mouth. "They feel like you're not good for the band. How much bullshit is that?" Rena scoffed, sitting next to you, draping her arm over your shoulders. All you did was nod, feeling your heart fall. "Well... if that's what they feel..." you started, but she was quick to cut you off. "You don't actually think I'm going to listen to them do you? (Y/N),, management has made crap decisions in every aspect, but all of us know what's right for us personally and you definitely are not going anywhere." A small smile toyed at the corner of your lips as you looked down. "My personal life is mine. Not theirs." Looking up at her, you pressed yourself snuggly into her side, placing a small peck on her lips. "Good."  

Nia;

"How would you even think for one minute that I would let you make that decision for me?!" your girlfriend's voice boomed from the other side of the house. Her phone had rung and the now she was yelling? Needless to say, you were quite confused as to why. "NO! You're not doing this to me! You want me to stay in the band?" There was a long pause. "Okay, exactly, so my answer is no." The yelling stopped and footsteps got closer to bedroom. Nia walked in mumbling obscenities to herself. "Ni?" you asked softly, furrowing your eyebrows. "They wanted me to break up with you, you know that?" she huffed, throwing her phone onto the desk. "What?" you asked quickly, standing up to look at her worriedly. She quickly caught on to your worry. "No, (Y/N), I'm not doing it." You relaxed quickly, pulling her into a hug. "I would never leave you baby girl. I love you too much."  

Miranda;

  The minute she came home, you knew there was something wrong. She kicked her shoes off, not bothering to put them away and let her coat hang off the kitchen chair. You got up from your spot at the table, walking up behind her as she searched through the fridge. You placed your hands on her shoulders, rubbing your hands soothingly over her tense back. You felt her body relax slightly as she twisted around to envelope you tightly in her arms. "What's wrong?" you mumbled against her shirt, rubbing your hands up her side gently. "Management," was all she replied with. "What did they want?" you sighed out. "They wanted me to break up with you..." You frowned against her shirt tightening your grip. "They don't understand that I'm more happy with you than I have ever been, like how hard is that to understand?" "I don't know Miranda, but we'll prove it. I won't leave you," you spoke softly. "And I won't leave you."  

Casey;

  The two of you sat in front of the head of management. He folded his arms over his chest and looked at the two of you. "Casey, we just wanted to speak with you," he said calmly. "Well, whatever you have to say to me, you can say to her," Casey said equally as calm, tightening his grip on your hand. The older man let out a defeated sigh, nodding before he began speaking. "Casey, we've been talking, and we believe that it would be best for your career if you and (Y/N) broke up." The man spoke so bluntly, and it almost didn't process with you what he was saying. "Excuse me?" Casey spoke up, instantly becoming defensive. "Casey..." you whispered, but he shook his head. "No, sir, I'm not going to get anymore into this, we're not breaking up. End of discussion." The man went to say something, but Casey was up and out of the room with you close behind before he even had a chance.  

Iain;

  You had noticed Iain's behaviour was quite different than the usual tonight. His smile was small and his words were quiet. Once he got out of the shower, you decided to speak up. "Iain, what's wrong?" He looked up at you, shrugging his shoulders, as he got dressed. "Nothing's wrong (Y/N), don't worry." "I'm going to worry," you raised an eyebrow, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Iain let out a deep sigh shaking his head. "You wanna know what's wrong? What's wrong is the fact that my fucking managers want me to break up with you! That's what's wrong!" He started off quiet, but his voice was much more raised by the time he finished. "They wanted me to break up with you tonight," he repeated quietly, running his hands angrily through his hair. "Are you going to?" you asked nervously. "No! Fuck no!" he exclaimed, making you wince back slightly. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, no (Y/N), I'm not... You make me a better person, there's no way."