Ashton: "…I wish I could’ve made you stay…”
His POV
Looking through old photos on my phone, I found one I though I had deleted. It was me and Y/N on our two year anniversary. She was on my back, laughing at something behind the camera. Before I can do anything, tears are in my eyes. I throw the phone across the room as the memories come flooding back. She was yelling at me for not spending enough time with her. Of course, I was too angry to listen. I yelled back, saying something I didn’t mean. She looked at me in horror before running out, tears streaming down her face. I couldn’t do anything to get her back. I tried calling her and her friends, going to her house, nothing. I wish I could have made her stay. But I couldn’t. And it was all my fault.
Calum: "…With all of the mistakes I’ve made…”
Everything between you and Calum was just falling apart. And neither of you knew why. Waking up to an empty bed, you make your way downstairs. He’s on the phone with someone in the kitchen. “Yes, I know. I’ve made so many mistakes and I don’t know how to rescue us… Yes. Okay…” He trailed off when he saw you stood there. “Y/N,” He whispers, putting the phone down. “Listen, Y/N, before you say anything can I just say how much of this I want to fix. I really didn’t mean for any of the mistakes I made…” He said, looking at his hands. Your heart tells you yes, but your head tells you no. “Calum… Can I please have a while to think?” You asked. His emotions changed. “O-Of course… I’m just sorry for any mistakes I’ve made…” He trailed off, but by this point too many thoughts were bouncing around your head to hear the rest of his sentence.
Luke: “…And I’m the only one to blame…”
His POV
I can’t believe I just let her walk away. And it’s all my fault-I’m the only one to blame. She told me that she missed me and needed to see more of me and I just called her clingy. After that, nothing was the same. We tried to rescue what we once had but it just wasn’t there. And it’s my fault. I fought too hard to save us. After too many fights and stupid things being said, I told her we were over. Again, my fault. I wish I could go back and change time but I can’t. The best thing I ever had walked out and I’m the only one to blame.
Michael: "…I know that it’s a little too late…”
Lying on our once shared bed, you look around. Too many memories come flooding back as tears well up. You would share this bed after a long day, he would have a strong arm around your waist. In the best and worst times we had each other, but now you had no one. Hearing a knock at the door, you pull yourself up, not caring what you look like. Opening the door, you see him standing there. Before you can slam the door, he starts to talk. “Y/N, I know that it’s a little too late…”
