Michael-
"STOP YELL AT ME" Michael yelled from his usual defensive position, he always seemed to get into when we had any sort of argument "I'm not yelling" I sighed and walked towards him "I'm just trying to understand" He pushed me away "YOu CAN't" I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I just tried talking to him about why he kept blowing our date off, he always makes excuses like "I'm just to tire to go out" or "to much work". I was getting tired of it so I was just trying to have a calm discussion. But it all blew up and we both ended up yelling things we didn't,... well things I didn't mean. "I'm sorry you feel that way" I looked down and bit on my lip to stop myself from crying. He groaned "here it come's the pity party" I felt my shoulders drop "I give up, you win" I let the tears drop and roll down my cheeks. "If you where done with us, You could have just said so. Then I wouldn't have wasted my time fighting for us" a quiet sob escaped me and I ran into our room. I grabbed my duffle bag from under the bed and quickly started shoving things into it. I could hear Michael stumping down the hallway towards me. He throw the door open, I winced as I heard it hit the wall. "SO your just GIVING UP on US" I slowly turned to look at him "me" I was in complete disbelief "I have fought and fought and fought for US. And you know what I get? I get this, you yelling about how I just don't understand. Well I guess your right because I don't understand, I don't understand what I did?, I don't understand why your always lying, I don't understand why you never want to spend time with me." I took a deep breath, gauging his reaction but I didn't get one. His expression stayed the same anger, pure and simple anger. "Or maybe I do" my voice cracked and for a second I thought I saw his features soften but if they did it was back to anger in a split second. "Maybe thats why I'm 'giving up' because I can't keep fighting for us..." I looked away "when it's crystal clear you don't want to be an us" I couldn't stop the tears, they flowed freely down my cheeks landing in cold pools on my skin and clothes. After a few minutes of just crying I turned back around and with blurry vision I continued packing. He didn't deny it, thats what hurt the most because it made it really sink in. After what I hope is everything, was in my bag I rushed out of the room, down the hall and out of the house.
Luke-
Luke and I had just got back from a local charity concert him and his band had performed in. The night had been going great a lot of fun all the way up into this really beautiful girl had come up and started flirting with Luke, I was fine with that I know it comes with the territory of dating a famous and lets not forget hot guy, but when he started flirting back thats when it started bothering me. And rightfully too he was flirting with this absolutely gorgeous fan right in front of me and I wasn't afraid to tell him either. Thats exactly how this whole argument started "Y/N, we were just TALKING" I sighed heavily "I'm not stupid Luke I know when someone is flirting.... especially when that someone is you" I was trying to keep my voice even as I spoke but anyone could tell I wasn't happy. He exaggeratedly throw his arms in the air "I'm tired of this conversation Y/N" he turned around and walked towards our kitchen. I just slumped onto the couch and brought my knees to my face. I hate feeling this way, I know I should trust him but I can't. And I know I say them flirting. Luke walked in a few minutes later and sat next to me. Though neither of us speak for a while. "Y/N, you know I love you right" I nodded but didn't look up at him "then why don't you trust me?" "I do trust you" I looked up to see him shaking his head "no, if you trusted me you'd know I wasn't flirting with her, if you trusted me the thought wouldn't have even run through your head." I chewed on my lower lip "I'm sorry..." I plaused to try and gather my thoughts "I suppose I just don't know how to trust you. I mean I really really want to but...." he took over "but nobody ever taught you how" I nodded my father left when I was little and I haven't seen him since, but what I have seen is my mother date guy after guy after guy who took advantage of her trusting nature. It probably didn't help any that the first guy I ever dated, the first guy I ever let myself trust cheated on me three times with my now ex-best friend. I looked down at my fingers "I'm sorry" he shook his head and pulled me into a hug "no I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking but I want you to know I'm NOTHING like your father or ex. I would never ever cheat on you and unless something huge changes I never plan on letting you go either. I love you with all my heart"
Calum-
I was in the kitchen washing dishes when Calum got back from work. He didn't come in and say hi or give me a kiss. He just plopped down on our couch and yelled for me to grab him a snack. So I tried to be understanding he's probably had a long, hard day but so have I. So when I walked in holding a bag of pretzels and he scuffed "thats all?" I couldn't help but snap at him "yeah THATS ALL, if you want something else get off your stupid butt and get it" I then walked into our bedroom and slammed the door. I could hear him storming towards me. "WHATS YOUR PROBABLY!!" I rolled my eyes "WHATS MY PROBLEM, WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?" I stomped over to him and poked his chest repeatedly "YOU, use to come home and the first thing you did is come and kiss me NOW YOU CAN EVEN BE BOTHERED TO SAY HELLO" it's not like this is the first time this has happened. It's been happening more and more often, he comes back moody and to tired to do anything. "WELL, I'M SORRY I'VE HAD a ruff day, PROVIDING FOR US" I could feel my blood starting to boil "did you ever think that maybe I've had a RUFF DAY" he chuckled "RUFF day you haven't done anything" I rolled my eyes and pushed passed him out of the room. I half felt like crying and half felt like screaming. So I left before I could do either infront of him. I through some shoes on ready to make a quick and anger filled exit. Then Calum grabbed my hand "where do you think your going?" I yanked my hand free "anywhere your not" "WHY Do you always have to be so DRAMATIC?!" I looked him dead in the eyes "I can't believe you, you ignore me then call me lazy and dramatic. Well guess what? After doing your laundry, washing dishes, cleaning the whole house, making the bed, getting groceries and cooking all our meals. All the while with a smile on my face because I was so sure my loving boyfriend would come home and finally be happy. I got tired so sorry if I'm not interest in making you a three course meal for a snack or being your verbal punching bag."
Ashton-
"ASHTON, I can't believe you posted that photo of me" he laughed as I stormed around his room "you looked cute" my mouth went agape "I did NOT look cute I sent that as a joke" I covered my face with my hands "nobody but you and maybe the boys where supposed to see it" he chuckled and grabbed my hands to pull me onto the bed with him but I slipped out of grip. "Your not seriously mad are you" I shook my head "not seriously, just a little" he rolled his eyes "well that was an ugly picture of me and you posted it for all your fans to see. Don't you think I get enough hate for just being with you, and you just gave them more ammunition." He sighed and reached for my hand again and this time I let him pull me down. "The true fans love you, and besides the pic was adorable and if anyone says different their an idiot and don't know what their talking about" I had to resist the urge to just fall into his words. "Are you calling me an idiot, because I think that photo is the farthest thing from adorable" he sighed "no I'm calling you blind, and I'm getting really tired of you picking on my girlfriend"
A/N
I know I'm sorry Ashton's was so short I just kinda ran out of fuel for fights so it turned out a lot different then I wanted it to but I still thought it was cute so I went with it anyway.
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