Calum: You drive for a while, tears blurring your vision, until you decide on where you’re going to crash for the night. The only person who’d be willing to take you in at this short of a notice is Luke, but that’s the first place Calum will look, so you settle on pulling over and parking your car on the side of the road, switching off the engine and wrapping your hoodie closer around your body. The tears come faster when you realize it’s Calum’s sweatshirt, his scent still lingering on the soft cotton. But soon enough you cry yourself to sleep in the chilly car. Hours later your slumber is broken by someone tapping on the window and calling your name. You sit up, your head having fallen to rest on the console, and rub your eyes groggily before looking out the window. Calum. The mere sight of him brings tears to your eyes and a faint buzz of anger bubbling in your stomach, but despite that, you just want his arms around you. You open the car door and his arms are around you immediately, his lips peppering kisses on your head and murmuring apologies in your ear. “I’m sorry, baby.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.” Warm tears cascade down your cheeks as he holds you tight and it’s a while before the two of you make it back to the car. “It’s okay.” You whisper, taking his hand as you sit in the car. “It was a stupid bet, and you didn’t mean any harm. I forgive you.” A watery smile crosses his face and he takes your face in his hands, kissing you softly as the cars speed by.
Ashton: You spend the rest of the day in the kitchen corner, knees curled to your chest and your head resting against the pantry door. The thoughts that whirl through your head do nothing but twist your stomach in to knots and give you a headache. You know that you should be relieved that Ashton refused the money, but you can’t help but feel hurt and disgusted when thinking of the actual bet itself. You can’t believe that he would do such a thing to you and it’s killing you inside. The thoughts plague your mind for a few more hours before you decide to head up to bed, glancing at Ashton’s sleeping form on the couch. You pause, tears forming in your eyes, and choose to go sit next to him. The tracks of his tears are visible on his cheeks and his eyes are swollen. You sigh, brushing back his hair and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before beginning to stand up. Suddenly his hand wraps around your wrist, his eyes opening. “Stay.” His voice is raspy and worn out. You begin to shake your head but decide against it and lay next to him on the couch, his arms immediately winding around your waist. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers against your hair. “I love you more than anything else in this world and if I lost you, I don’t know what I would do. Please forgive me.” And as you stare in to his tear-filled hazel eyes, you can’t help but do just that.
Luke: You don’t know how long you stayed there, sobbing in to your knees, but when it begins to grow dark you know it’s time to pull yourself together. You trudge down the hallway of your apartment and, after nearly screaming at the sight of your blotchy face and messy hair in the mirror, decide to get a hot shower to give yourself time to think. You undress and step in to the steaming water, sighing in relief when the water hits your muscles. The shower feels incredible and you’re in complete bliss for a few minutes before your mind gets other ideas. The events from earlier replay through your mind and you feel tears well in your eyes. Before they can fall, however, the door to the bathroom opens and you shriek loudly before grabbing the nearest thing to defend yourself with, your weapon of choice being a bottle of conditioner. “Y/N?” Luke calls, his voice raspy as you poke your head out of the shower curtain. The sight of him makes your stomach drop. He’s just as much of a mess as you are. “Luke.” You say, the cold tone you were going for coming off monotonously. He stares at you for a second before striding up to you and pressing his lips to yours, his hands cradling your face. Your anger melts in to the kiss and it’s not long before the two of you are whispering apologies and “I love yous”, Luke’s clothing discarded on the floor as he steps in behind you.
Michael: He doesn’t chase after you as you walk out and begin to head towards Calum’s flat. Calum has been your best friend for years, and it was through him that you met Michael in the first place, so you feel comfortable enough to crash at his flat for the night. It doesn’t take you long to reach your destination and Calum’s concerned as you come up to his door, tears still falling down your face, but lets you in without a word. Once the two of you are situated on the couch with a blanket and steaming mugs of tea, you tell him everything. He’s angry at first, then upset, and angry again. “I’m going to kill him.” He murmurs when you’ve finished, his hands balled in to fists around the blanket. “No, don’t, Cal. I appreciate it but I need to fight my own battles. If I do decide to kill him, though, you’ll be the first person I’ll call to help.” He chuckles softly. The two of you just sit and catch up for the rest of the night, something you haven’t gotten to do for a while. Around midnight you hear the doorbell ring and Calum stands up to get it. As soon as you hear the harsh whispers you know that it’s Michael. You creep down the hallway, mug of tea in your hand, and you’re just rounding the corner when you run straight in to Michael. The tea spills on the carpet and he looks down at you, eyes wide and filled with tears. The brief glance makes all of your walls come crumbling down and you wrap your arms around him tightly, tears leaking out of your eyes as you feel him kiss the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby,” He murmurs. “I am so, so sorry.”
Credit to: Blowingmichael
