Łuke~
“Y/NNNNN! Y/NNNNNNNN!” You best friend yelled at you.
“What Lukeeeeeeee!” You said back while laughing.
“Ashton won’t cuddle with me” he pouted. You laughed again. You were having your annual ‘fun day’ with your best friends Michael, Calum, Luke, and Ashton. Right now you guys were going to watch ‘Paranormal Activity 4’. “I promised Miky.” He said while holding Michael close.
“Sorry Luke he’s all mine!” He said with a fake evil laugh.
Luke then started to fake cry while you pretended to hold him dearly. Calum had now just walked into the room, watching the scene unfold.
” Luke baby what happened!” He fake gasped while laughing.
” Ashton won’t cuddle with me!” He cried out.
“I will!” He exclaimed jumping on top of him.
“No I don’t want you!” He exclaimed shoving poor Calum off of him.
“Will you cuddle with me Y/n?” He asked pouting at you. “Ok Lukey!” You cooed at him.he jumped in your arms and you both stayed that way through the entire movie, laughing through it all cause Calum was making perverted jokes throughout the whole thing.
Čalum-
Calum burst through the door, extremely angry. You went up to him to ask what was wrong, but he just shrugged you off. You knew that in times like this you just needed to leave him alone for a bit, but you couldn’t help it. You followed him into the kitchen and leaned against the counter.
“Are you going to tell me what happened ? Or are you going to stay there and pout?” You asked sincerely. He looked up at you and frowned.
“Leave me alone Y/n” he stated while walking out of the kitchen. You still followed.
“Just tell me why-”
“LEAVE ME ALONE GOD YOUR SO CLINGY Y/N!” He yelled while storming to your shared room. You stood there in shock. Did he really think that. You just stood there staring at your hands until you heard a loud bang coming from your room. You immediately went in there to see Calum had hurt his hand. You saw a small dent in the wall and sighed. You brought him to the bathroom and got your first aid kit out. You cleaned his hand and wounds while he told you the whole story of why he was on this damn fiasco. You didn’t reply. You just nodded sympathetically. When you were finished he got in bed. You were about to exit until an arm pulled you back.
“Stay with me please. I’m sorry.”He whispered.
You did a double take and looked at his welcoming arms. You sighed and climbed into bed with him, cuddling with him while he was cuddled into your neck, whispering amazing qualities about you into your ear. You both fell asleep that way, and woke up in the same position the next morning.
Mīchæl~
When you got home from work you were ready to crash. Your boss had been getting on your last nerve, one of your co-workers was being a complete bitch to you, you hadn’t turned in your resume in time for that new job opening that would ultimately get you out of there. You were just a complete mess today. Period. All you really wanted to do was go home and cuddle with your boy-friend. You opened the door, throwing all of your things to the floor and flopping to the couch. You silently fell asleep right there and then.
You awoke to the door slamming shut. You groaned and looked up to find your wonderful boyfriend storming inside. He seemed furious. He usually was cool as a cucumber but he seemed pretty pissed right now.
“Miky what’s wrong?” You sighed
He started to mumble some incomprehensible things, adding a few ‘damns’ and ‘fucks’ in there.
“What’s wrong!” You demanded while standing up from your original spot.
“Management.” He sighed. You raised an eyebrow.
“What’d they do?” You questioned. You suddenly became scared at your own question. His face dropped and he walked over to the couch to sit. You walked in front of him.
“Miky?” You whispered. He never answered you.
“Michael?” You said louder.
He looked up at you.
“They want us to break up.” He said while keeping his head down, sniffling. Your heart broke in two. This had officially been the worst day of your life. You sat down next to him on the couch.
“I’ll get my things.” You whispered while running your hand through your hair in frustration, anger, and plain depression.
“No!” He yelled. “I’m not going to let them do that Y/n! I promise you that.” He said flatly.
“What if they fire you and the other lads from their label? What if something worst happens? Michael I don’t want that on my conscience. ” you argued while walking to your shared room with him. You kneeled down and started to take your clothes out of your drawer. He quickly followed behind you and started to throw your things back into the drawer. You sighed in exasperation at his sweet but annoying and heart wrenching attempts.
“Michael-” you started
“No y/n.” He repeated. “It’s going to be alright I promise. Your not going anywhere nor am I. I’m not going to let them run my life.” He said sternly, leading you over to the living room. You sighed, too exhausted to fight back. He laid down on the couch while you just plopped on top of him. You both just laid there together. Not worrying about the future of your relationship, or about the state of his career. You were just in the moment. It was you and Michael. Michael and you. You loved it. It made your horrible day a lot better.
Åshtøn- (k I know this tag is old but I figured it would be appropriate for this situation :>D)
You had walked home in from the store. You had brought a numerous amount of clothes and other items for a special family dinner you were going to with Ashton and his parents. You had already met his parents but now you were going to meet the rest of his family. Of course you were extremely nervous. What if they hated you? When you walked through the door, immediately heard a loud noise coming from your garage. You sighed and looked at your phone’s clock. It was 4 o clock. You guys had a two hour drive to go through and you knew it was going to take you a while to get ready. You’re nerves were already going to hell and the noise wasn’t helping at all. You stormed down to the garage, ready to yell at him, until…. You saw him. He was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, making his beautiful hazel eyes go a dark grayish color. His hair was matted into his head from sweat. He was repeatedly sniffling and tears were streaming down his face in a rapid form. His breathing was uneven and he was sobbing. He looked……. Broken. This scared you greatly. You rushed over to him quickly. “Ashton!” You yelled over the noise of his banging. He didn’t respond to you. “Ashton!” You yelled louder shaking him a bit. He didn’t respond again but you knew he heard you. “ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN!” you screamed over the beating of the drums. He then stopped. He turned around to you, his head down as if he was ashamed to cry in front of you. “What happened? What’s wrong?” You whispered in front of him. You kneeled down to look at him. You scanned his facial expressions. “Look at twitter.” He mumbled. You searched your pockets for your phone and whipped it out. You immediately got on to twitter and the top trending page. You gasped and almost dropped your phone. You saw what was trending.
#Keep cutting Ashton your trash
Tears brimmed into your eyes. Who would do such a thing or start such a trend? The hate that your funny, amazing, childlike boyfriend was receiving was tremendous. It was like every 5 seconds a new tweet under the hashtag came rolling in. It was pretty bad. You got up and hugged him. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. He began to sob again. You felt warm, salty tears rush down your neck. You ignored of though. You both sat down of the floor and cried together. He sobbed and you did too. You felt extremely remorseful for your beloved boyfriend. He was just so miserable, you hated seeing him in that state. That night you skipped he dinner and sat there cuddling with each other. You softly whispered everything you lived about him in his ear, and you cracked a few jokes, making him laugh a little.
