Cal: What would I do, without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out,
"What do you mean they’re all sold out?" Calum sighed, exasperated. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was strained, and you knew he was fighting himself to just jump over the till and beat the crap out of the unjust usher.
"Look, I’m sorry sir, but all tickets to the movie have been sold out. Now if you’d just-"
"No. You just gave them all away to that gang of punks over there, because they paid you extra. You’re a sh-"
"Cal." You warned, cutting off your boyfriend before he said something he’d end up regretting "We’ll do something else, just leave it" You reasoned. You turned to face the usher, who was looking at Calum with a smug look, until you spoke up again,
"Thank you, very very much for the extravaggent amount of help you’ve given us. We really appreciate everything." You smiled sickly sweet, before Calum dragged you out the cinema.
"What the hell would I do without you?" He mumbled into your hair.
Ash: What’s going on, in that beautiful mind?
I’m on your magical mystery ride,
"What’cha thinkin’ about?" Ashton asked, poking at your side. You were sat in between his legs on the couch, as some random movie played on the t.v screen. Ashton was watching intently, whilst you just stared blankly at the wall behind the television.
"Hm?" You murmured, somewhat snapping back to reality.
"I asked what you’re thinking about" Ashton repeated, his voice soft, as he lifted up the bottom of your shirt, to trace small circles on your exposed hip.
"Nothing, nothing" You said quickly "Just- just watching the movie."
Ashton raised an eyebrow, pausing the film, before pulling you into his lap.
"Is everything okay?" He questioned, concerned. You nodded, a small giggle escaping your lips,
"Yes, I’m fine I was just- ugh, I was thinking about you. " You mumbled, reaching up to brush his fringe away from his forehead.
"Me?" He said, a small smile appearing on his amused face.
You nodded, blushing slightly, as you reached over your boyfriend for the remote, to continue the movie,
"You’re just always on my mind." You smiled up at Ashton, before snuggling into his chest.
Lucas: Cuz’ all of me,
loves all of you,
Love your curves and all your edges,
All your perfect imperfections,
"Just- just look at it" Luke insisted, as you struggled against him, refusing to glance at the mirror that stood in front of you.
"Noo… Luke" You whined, your small fists making no impact on his toned chest "I don’t want to- it’s hideous"
"It’s not. You’re so beautiful" He mumbled, sighing as he pulled you into a hug. You shook your head in disagreement, as tears escaped your eyes and dampened your boyfriend’s plaid shirt.
"There’s absoloutely nothing beautiful to look at." You stated, as Luke’s right hand found yours, his left hand reaching to tilt your chin upwards.
"There is. There’s you. You’re beautiful. You don’t see it, but you are. Just because you’re not perfect to the world, does not mean you’re not perfect to me. I love every single one of your flaws."
You sighed, avoiding his gaze, as he gently turned you back around towards the reflective glass.
"Now do you see beauty?" Luke asked. He reached down, lifting the bottom of your shirt up to expose your belly that you claimed was ‘flab’. "See?" He whispered, small kisses being pressed to your hair. And even though you still wore a disgusted expression, you didn’t fight against him this time.
Mikey: How many times do I have to tell you,
Even when you’re crying you’re beautiful too,
Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the door of your apartment, dropping your bag and jacket before heading into the living room. You glanced at the clock, before crumbling into a small ball, your arms around your legs, hands gripping your elbows, as you sobbed into your knees. There was still another hour until your boyfriend was to get home from the studio, and that gave you plenty of time to weep. Weep about your disgusting boss. Weep about the way the other employees looked at you. Weep about how much you were missing your old family and friends, after moving country to settle down with Michael. Just cry, bawl, weep and sob.
As soon as you heard the front door click shut, you scrambled to your feet, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie.
"Babe?" Your sweet boyfriend’s voice rang out, and you hastily ran out into the hallway to greet him.
"Hey Mikey! How was recording today? How’s the album coming along?"
"Good!" Michael beamed, taking you with him as he walked into the kitchen to fix himself some sort of beverage. As the kettle began to boil, he turned to face you, finally looking at you properly.
"What’s wrong?" Michael asked. You gave him a fake-oblivious look, tilting your head slightly,
"Wrong?" You laughed "Why nothing’s wrong! In fact, everything is so so right, because you’re home!" Your boyfriend frowned, turning his attention away from the kettle and towards you,
"It’s okay to tell me." He whispered, and that’s when a loud sob escaped, one you had been holding back ever since he walked into the door. Michael look surprised, but reacted quickly, pulling you into his arms, holding you close.
"Shh…" He murmured softly, as you cried about your shit life, ending with a ‘and I’m so ugly when I cry, why do you even like me.’
Michael shook his head, pulling back and looking you straight in the eye,
"I love you. Fuck what other people say and think about you. You’re beautiful, and amazing, and so so perfect. Even when you’re crying."
