A S H T O N
The next week was torture for you. You always had to be happy and chipper. It was getting on your nerves and you were ready to be glum again.
"Oh, good morning dear Ashton! How wonderful you look today. The birds sound so beautiful and the sun sure is shining!" You say happily when you see Ashton on the couch. He looks at you, still not used to your happiness.
"Babe, I have a question." Ashton stated. You sit next to him and smile.
"What is it sweetie?" You bat your eyelashes. Ashton looks at his lap and sighs.
"Why the sudden mood change? You're so happy. A little too happy, actually. It's starting to get on my nerves." He stated. You give him your most sickly sweet smile.
"Why, I don't want to seem like a grumpy old lady! I want to be more like Meghan! She was so chipper right?" You say before getting up and heading to your room, locking the door.
"Crap!" You heard him yell before thumping sounds came closer to your room.
"{Y/N}, please let me in and let me explain." He said, but you wouldn't budge. He banged on the door for 15 minutes before sighing.
"I'll just explain from here. Babe, although Meghan was a happy person, I didn't like that. She was too happy. And I won't lie, you are ALWAYS grumpy, but I love seeing your cute little frown. And I love the way your eyes crinkle at the side of your face when you scrunch your nose. I like grumpy, because I have too much happiness inside of me." He said. You sigh and get up. Unlocking the door, you head back and sit down on the bed.
Ashton instantly was in the room and engulfing you in a hug.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
M I C H A E L
All over the next few weeks, you woke up at 5am, and head to the gym. You'd work out for 4 hours, before heading to the preschool you worked at. You would eat a lunch consisting of 3 baby carrot and a few broccoli. Then after you left, you would run a few miles. Then you would head home, shower and make a healthy small dinner for you, and whatever Michael wanted. By the end of the weeks, you noticed a difference. You were starting to get skinner and it made you so happy. Mikey never noticed, until you got out of the shower one day.
You left your clothes in the room and you and Michael were comfortable enough that you walked out without a towel. Michael sat in your room, packing for the upcoming tour, when he noticed your ribs barely stick out and your hip bones were more noticeable.
"{Y/N}, you've lost a lot of weight." Michael noted. You pulled on your underwear and then your clothes. They seemed a little baggy on you.
"I know, I'm trying to have a better figure. Your ex-girlfriend, Emma looked so pretty, and I wanted her figure." You say, lifting your shirt and looking at your stomach in the mirror instead of Michael's pale face.
"{Y/N} I-" you cut him off by turning to him and give him a pointed look.
"Don't. You. Dare. I known I'll never be pretty and have Emma's figure, but I never expected to be reminded by the guy I loved. I expected him to at least tell the truth, and not lie, and tell his mates behind my back. I've already got enough people reminding me on Twitter and Instagram. Today I got called a fat, slutty pig. Then I was called a two faced whore. DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS MICHAEL?! To them, I'm a target for all their hate. I was even told to KILL MYSELF. But ya know what? I just might." Tears fell like rain as you locked yourself in the bathroom.
"{Y/N}, I love you for you. No matter how different you are, because that makes you special. I left Emma because she was so obsessed over her figure, and it wasn't worth holding a relationship. I love you because you don't, or should I say didn't, care about that stuff. Please come out." Michael pleaded.
Although you felt a little better, you couldn't bring yourself to leave the bathroom.
"I forgive you, but I think I'm going to spend a bit in here. I'll be out soon." You assure him, trying to compose yourself.
"Take as long as you want." He responded before leaving you with your own thoughts.
C A L U M
3 days. That how long it's been since you talked to Calum. You waited for him to text or call, but he never did. The thought of it upset you, but you would push it away and continue on with what you were doing.
You were currently babysitting your best friend's daughter, Stella. She was 3, and the most adorable thing you had ever seen. You see her playing with her dolls, and glance at the clock on the wall ahead. It was lunch time, and you were definitely hungry.
"Stella, are you hungry?" You ask, picking her up and holding her at your hip. She nods and claps her hands. You bring her in the kitchen and sit her on the counter.
"How about...a ham and cheese sandwich?" You ask and she nods again. You take out the makings and start to put ham on the bread when your phone starts to ring.
"Auntie, it's Uncwe Cawum!" She said happily, holding up your phone. His caller ID read CalumBabe😘, and the picture with it was you and him on your first date. You smiled at the memory. He took you to the beach and you played in the sand and water all night.
You take the phone and slide to answer it. You put on speaker an Cal immediately begins to talk.
"{Y/N}, why the he-"
"CALUM! Little ears listening." You say immediately, glancing at an un-phased Stella.
"Hi Uncwe Cawum! I miss you sooooo much!" Stella shrieked. She loved you and Cal more than anything. She was always with you or her mother.
"Hi Stella. I miss you too, baby girl." He said. They rambled on in a conversation about her turtle, Rainbow Sparkle, while you finished lunch.
"All done Stella! Go sit at the table and eat. I'll tell Calum you love him and goodbye." You tell her, handing her a plate with a sandwich with carrots on the side. She runs off to the table and you take your phone off speaker to make the conversation private.
"No more little ears." You say, and Calum starts again.
"Why have you been ignoring me?" He asked, and you sighed.
"I haven't been ignoring you."
"Then why haven't you called or texted?"
"Why am I the one to always have to start the conversation?! It makes me seem clingy and I don't want that." You say, aggravated with Calum.
"Babe, you aren't clingy!" He said, trying to blow off the topic.
"That's a lie! You told Ashton I was too clingy and should be more like Rita! LEARN TO HANG UP THE PHONE NEXT TIME." You yell before hanging up and slamming your phone down...again.
L U K E
"Guys, where is {Y/N}?! The show starts in two minutes and I want to tell her I love her." Luke said, search everywhere for you.
"{Y/N}....BABE! BABY WHERE ARE YOU?!" He yelled. He shut up quickly when he heard weeping coming from the bathroom.
"{Y/N} is that you?" Luke asked, pressing his eat to the door.
"No..." You croak out, trying to dry your tears.
"Babe, come out. I want to kiss you before I go on stage." He said.
"No." You state.
"You're being melodramatic. Get out here now."
You swing the door open in a rage. Melodramatic...that was too far.
"MELODRAMATIC?! First, I "hate" your fans, and now I'm melodramatic." You state, staring at Luke.
"Well it seems that way." He said.
"I can't believe you. Luke, I've got a social anxiety disorder. I can't go into large crowds without passing out. I love your fans to the moon and back. I follow more of them than you do! And let's be honest, I'm a chick. Dramatic is running in my veins!" You yell, angry and upset with Luke.
He blinked a few times before frowning,
"I'm sorry babe. I didn't know, and it was wrong to assume you hate the fans. I love you." He said hugging you. You hug him back.
"I love you too."
