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backing out

backing out:

hemmings:

Your lips were shut tightly together as you sat and stared at the ring around your finger. You were lost in your thoughts, trying hard to decide if this is really what you wanted. Hell, it was hard to consider if you were ready to be married to someone for the rest of your life, no matter if that person happened to be Luke Hemmings; and no matter if you'd told him yes when he asked you to marry him. Your heart was pounding hard in your chest as you grabbed the golden band around your finger and pulled it off, putting it gently on the coffee table in front of you. "I can't do this," you whisper to yourself as you grip your hair in your hands, gently pulling t it. "I'm not ready to be tied down for the rest of my life!" you shout out, unaware that Luke had been listening the entire time and heard every word you'd said, his heart breaking as he shook his head and walked back out of the apartment you shared together.

irwin:

"You're what?" he asks in a baffled voice as you rest your hands on your still flat stomach. You sigh and shake your head, walking slowly and sitting on the couch as you look up at him through teary eyes. "Pregnant, Ashton. I'm pregnant." you mumble. He stands at the door, silent and still as he thinks of the options he had in his head. Of course he could help you raise the child, but with his schedule that wouldn't work, but there was always adoption. He bites his lip and looks down at you as he sighs and crosses his hands together. "(Y/N), we have to get serious about this, okay?" Ashton gets your attention and you nod your head as you lean closer to him to listen to what he has to say. "We can't keep it. We have to... put it up for adoption." Ashton says to you; crushing your heart. He was backing out of parent hood: lovely.

hood:

He bit his lip as he looked out at the crowd, his heart pounding in his ears. Nervous was an understatement for how he felt, especially since you weren't there to support or cheer him on this time like you normally always were. You were sick, at home alone and Calum couldn't bring himself to believe that he'd still brought himself out to play tonight knowing your condition. He couldn't play for these people, he just couldn't! What kind of boyfriend was he to leave you alone while you were sick? Of course he knew he had a job to do, fans to please, but he couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving you the way he did. He speaks into the mic quickly, apologizing for the sudden leave as he unplugs his bass and runs backstage, handing his instrument to one of the equipment managers as he jogged out to his car. He was backing out of a show; but if it was for you, it was okay. Right?

clifford;

"You have to do it, Mikey." you state with a firm tone. "The hell I do, I don't have to do anything that insane!" he yells out, his cheeks flushed pink as he stares down at you from his standing position beside the couch. You sigh and grab his hand, playing with his fingers calmly as you tried to get him to calm a little bit before you tried to reason with him. "It's just a dare, babe. Everyone will forget about it in a week's time." you smile reassuringly as he looks to the door where Calum stood smirking and then back to you, his eyes narrowed as he knew you were more than likely right. "You must've forgotten, (Y/N). I'm in a band that's rising it's fame. People are gonna catch me doing it, and they'll talk about it for years to come. Sure, it'll die down, but it'll never go away and I'm not risking my nudes being leaked because I decided to go streaking!" he shouts, standing as he walked back upstairs to your bedroom. You couldn't help but laugh as you leaned over the arm of the couch to yell up at him. "You tweet about being naked all the time!" "There's a difference! I never post pictures for them so save and send around to embarrass me!" He was backing out of streaking. That's awkward.