Ashton: Yeah my shirt looks so good,. When it’s just hanging off your back.
Ashton came up behind you early in the morning, startling you. You were in the kitchen, making a cup of tea to take it to the balcony, waiting for him to wake up. His arms wrapped themselves around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck, planting tiny butterfly kisses on the exposed skin. “Good morning,” He said, his voice husky and unused from the night. “Good morning to you as well. I didn’t think you’d be awake.” You said, working around his arms. Grabbing another cup and placing a tea bag in it. “Its hard to sleep when you’re not there.” He spoke softly, although you two were the only ones in your flat. The corners of your lips quirked up ever so slightly, as you poured the hot water into both of your mugs. “Why are you up?” He asked, his voice curious. “Jet lag. I can’t get past it as fast,” Not a single bout of fatigue plagued you at the moment, that would change throughout the day. You stirred the searing liquid, feeling Ashton’s lips ghosting over your skin. “Come back to bed,” He whispered. “I was thinking of sitting on the deck, watch the sunrise.” You said turning your head so you could place a gentle kiss on his stubbly cheek. You could feel his smile against your neck, as his hands finally let you go. He reached around you to grab his cup, taking a sip and wincing at how hot it was. You walked past him, opening the screen door, to step out into the cool morning. “You look good in my shirt,” He said, pinching the fabric between his fingers. His sling hung largely over you, going down to about mid thigh, the arm holes drooping down low enough that you could see the bare skin that was tickled with goosebumps. There were a few small holes spotted about, but you didn’t mind. “I was too lazy to grab my own,” You laughed, leaning against the wooden railing. “I like it,” He said, “Makes you look even cuter than you already are.” You laughed, your voice being lost in the now awakening morning. “It just hangs off of you,” He added. “Well, it is large on you, so its massive on me.” You pointed out, taking a sip of your tea. He smiled at you, his dimples poking out on his cheeks before scooting closer to you. He bumped your hip with his, making you giggle, bumping his hip back. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, as you leaned your head against his shoulder, watching as the first rays of sunlight peaked out above the horizon.
Calum: She said. She’s got a boyfriend anyway.
It took all of Calum’s confidence and bravery to approach you. You were standing by the counter by yourself, across from him in the Starbucks. He could make it seem like he wanted to add something to his coffee so he could find an excuse to talk to you. He swallowed heavily, shaking his shoulders, before walking up to where you were standing. He ‘accidentally’ bumped your elbow, startling you. “Oh dear, I’m sorry. I’m so clumsy,” He said, trying to act flustered, which wasn’t much of an act. “Its fine, no worries.” You replied, flashing him a brilliant smile. His heart fluttered in his chest, looking at you. “Are you from around here?” Calum tried asking casually. “Yeah, I work down the road, actually.” You replied. Calum nodded, as the conversation fizzled out. You made your coffee, sneaking a peek at him by the corner of your eye, and Calum noticed. He smiled down at his coffee, not being able to help himself. “Um, look I’m just going to cut to the chase here. You’re absolutely gorgeous, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to meet up for coffee or maybe dinner sometime? I’m Calum by the way,” He added hastily. You were stunned to be honest, you were rarely approached in public. Most of the attention came from bars, and clubs. “Calum, I’m really flattered, thank you. But… I have a boyfriend.” You said, awkwardly. You saw his shoulders slump in defeat, and he nodded his head. “No its fine, I’m sorry.” He said. “Why are apologizing? You’ve done nothing wrong!” You said, placing a hand on his forearm. You couldn’t help but notice how toned his arms were, or how they flexed under your touch. He smiled at you, and you could feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “I shouldn’t be doing this, but…” He trailed off as he grabbed a napkin and a pen from his pocket. He wrote down his number, and his name, handing it to you. “If your boyfriend comes to my door threatening to kill me, I understand. But if anything changes, or you want to be friends, text me or give me a call. I’m leaving it completely up to you.” He gave you a lopsided smile. “I never got your name,” He said. “(Y/N).” You said, still blushing, but smiling nevertheless. “What a gorgeous name. Well (Y/N), I hope to hear from you one day. Have a good day,” He said grabbing his coffee and giving you a meek smile, before disappearing out of the store. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, flustered. He shouldn’t be making you feel the things you were feeling, especially because you were in a happy relationship. Or where you?
Luke: You’ve got your tongue pierced anyway. You’re in your high tops any day. You’re in your skinny jeans anyway.
There was something different about you, that drew Luke towards you. From that moment of a simple hello, you had been joined at the hip. Of course, the media took the piss out the both of you for how odd you were. You weren’t that indie girl that dressed in frilly dresses, had flowers in her hair, or looked like she stepped out of the H&M magazines. You were anything but that. You had a tongue piercing, amongst numerous others, tattoos gracing your flawless skin, you preferred skinny jeans and converse instead of dresses and high heels. But that was what Luke liked about you. Your ability to stand out in a crowd was something he admired about you because he liked your flare. Having a cookie cutter girlfriend would be boring, he liked somebody with spice and quirk in his life, and you fit that perfectly. “Get a kick out of this one,” You called to Luke in your flat. Your laptop perched on your lap as you read fake articles about the two of you. “It seems that (Y/N) has hit rock bottom. Fulfilling the goth look she hardly works, it seems like she’ll be having a little monster running around soon. Is she a fit Mum? Hopefully it takes after Luke.” You read out, hardly being able to contain your laughter throughout the explanation. “My god,” Luke shook his head, rolling his eyes. “What a load of shit,” He sat down beside you as you continued to scroll through articles about the two of you. “Oh here’s a good one.” You said, clicking on one. It compared you to heartbreaking Vanessa Hudgens in all her boho style, placing a distinctly different picture of yourself next to her. “Luke Hemmings, the perfect girl on his right. The monster on the left. What does he see in the goth, punk girl that he calls his girl?” You read aloud. “Ouch,” You said, touching your heart. Luke laughed, staring at her. “She’s pretty, but not my type.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “You’re my type.” He said kissing your cheek. You smiled despite yourself, shifting so you were closer to Luke. “How about we give the media some extra fuel, and go out for lunch?” He suggested, making you grin. “Sounds like a plan.” You said, placing your laptop beside you, and standing up. Slipping on your high tops you fixed your loose band t shirt that Ashton had helped you cut the sleeves out. He grabbed your hand, squeezing it, before turning to you. “You take all the hate like a champ,” He complimented. You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t care what they really say, I am who I am right? I’m not going to change my entire style for the sake of pleasing the media.” You said, leaving your flat. “That’s what I like to hear,” He said, squeezing your intertwined hands, before walking out into the busy sidewalk.
Michael: Does he take care of you. Or could I easily fill his shoes?
You sat sobbing on your couch, clutching your phone to your chest, as more tears streamed down your face. You heard a knock at your front door, and then it opened to reveal Michael, one of your closest friends. “Hey are you alright?” He said, dropping his keys, and coming up quickly to your side. You looked up through your bleary eyes to see a figure standing there, which you knew was Michael, but you shook your head regardless, as another bout of shoulder shaking, and lung rattling sobs overtook you. “Hey its alright, things will work out.” He said coming to sit beside you. “They won’t” You blubbered. “It won’t get better. This is the worst fight we’ve ever had.” You sniffled, trying to calm yourself. He sighed, and looked you in the eyes. “He doesn’t take care of you. Anybody could fill his shoes so much better, hell, even I could. Maybe this is for the best and its time to move on.” He spoke gently, caressing your knee with his thumb. In your emotional stupor you stared at him, a little confused. You thought about it, maybe this was for the best? “Maybe… but we have so much history.” You said, looking down at your hands. “I did everything for him.” You spoke softly, unable to raise your voice. “Babe, there will be tons of other guys that will take way better care of you. You deserve the best, someone like me.” He added quietly, but you picked it up regardless. “What are you trying to say?” You said, shocked. “That I am madly in love with you, and I could do a hell of a lot better than that douche, and actually make you happy. There wouldn’t be tears, or this,” He gestured to your broken figure. “Do I need to spell it out for you?” He said smiling. You stared at him in utter amazement. He had just confessed his love for you, and you weren’t quite sure how to take it. Instead of saying anything you scooted closer to him, resting your head against his chest, his arm instinctively going around you, as you listening to the rhythmic thrum of his heart, and for once in a very long time, you felt safe.
