5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

You have a breakdown

You have a breakdown

(TRIGGER WARNING FOR LUKE'S. IT INVOLVES DEPRESSION/SELF HARM. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Ashton:
You often had anxiety attacks, wether it be around lots of people or having to speak to people you hardly know.
Ashton knew about this, Well, all 4 of the boys knew this.
You, Ashton and the boys went out for a walk.
Soon enough you were surrounded by hysteric, screaming girls. You were being pushed and shoved and it literally scared you shitless. You clutched onto Ashton's hand tighter than ever before and your hands were shaky and you felt sick all of a sudden. You felt the anxiety begin to rise and you nearly faint from feeling dizzy. "Ash" Your voice cracks. Ashton's gaze falls on you and he protectively wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.
He knew you were on the verge of having an anxiety attack and it pained him to see you so vulnerable.
"You'll be okay babe, We are nearly at the car." Ashton soothes.

Michael:
You get dismissed from class and literally RUN to your locker.
You wanted out of this hellhole known as school and quick.
You shakily put in your locker combination, grabbing your things and locking it up again.
You walk down the hallway of the corridor, keeping your head down. You feel the occasional push and shove from the enthusiastic guys in your grade. "What a whore" You hear someone snicker. You feel your eyes sting. "Wonder if she's pregnant yet" You here another girl laugh. "I bet she is.. Look at her stomach" One laughs.
You feel a tear slide down your face and you instantly wipe it away.
When you make it to your boyfriend, Michael's house you walk into the living room where he is and you drop your school bag.
"Hey ba-" he starts but stops himself when you drop to your knees, bursting into tears. Michael automatically is at your side, rubbing circles on your back, trying his best to calm you down.
"Every one hates me! I-I don't e-even know why!" You cry, Michael frowning, seeing you so miserable. "Or maybe I do" You cry.

Luke:
You sit on the bedroom floor, warm salty tears freely cascading down your face. Your makeup was smudged and halfway down your face but you didn't care. No one did. No one WOULD.
You cry harder, remembering you just lost your best friend, Luke.
You take all of the wristbands off of your wrist, grabbing a pair of scissors from your desk.
It was the closest thing there was.
You lightly trace over the faded scars on your wrist with your finger.
You were 3 weeks clean.
That was before you and Luke had that stupid fight. He knew you had depression and he knew how bad it could get. But he never knew it would get to the point where you started cutting your wrists. You cry harder, remembering the time Luke snuck skittles in with your anti-depression tablets. You hold the scissors to your wrist, making a few cuts and watching the crimson blood drip onto your school uniform.
You found it satisfying.
You liked the pain.
"Just a few more" You whisper to yourself, smiling through the pain and tears.

Calum:
Not many people were aware of this, but you had very bad anger issues. Calum and the other guys knew you suffered from bad mood swings and sometimes it really scared them. No joke, you almost threw a chair one night.
You and your best friend had gotten into an argument and you were really mad, you weren't in the mood to take shit from anyone.
You opened the door of yours and Calum's shared flat and you stomped inside.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO BE SO GOD DAMN DIFFICULT! I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING" You snap.
You stomp upstairs to the bedroom, grabbing a pillow from the bed and throwing it at the wall.
You walk over to where the pillow lays and kick it away, You place your head on the wall and kick the wall as many times as you could.
You soon give up, sitting on the bed with a huff. You were still enraged with your friend and you wanted nothing less than breaking everything in your way. Some people called it a breakdown others called it.. anger?
Calum was the only one that could really help you, He was the one that would calm you down just by hugging you.
He would make all of the anger disappear.
But he was on tour.. and you really needed him.