5SOS Preferences.

He hurts you-part 2

ASHTON:

You placed the bag of peas onto your cheek and groaned. It stung a lot. You bit your lip as you tried not to cry. You couldn't believe Ashton slapped you.

Your phone had been ringing non-stop ever since you walked.

Your best friend, Y/B/F/N, walked in and growled.

"when I get my hands on him, I'm going to kill him." she threatened.

"No, don't! He just got a little angry, it was my fault." You sighed.

"No,it wasn't! He slapped you!" she spat back, you sighed and pulled out your phone.

"Should I text him back?" You asked quietly.

"No! I think you should just break up! He doesn't deserve you!" She continued.

You text him saying your safe and that you were staying over your best friends. It wasn't long before he showed up.

"No Ashton, you can't see Y/N! She doesn't want to see you!" You heard your best friend yell.

"I need to apologise." Ashton whined as he walked over to you. You looked over to you and gave an apologetic look.

"I'm so, so, sorry." Ashton repeatedly said.

"It's OK, come here." You sighed, Ashton walked over and hugged you.

"I'm so sorry." He told you, you just continued hugging him.

"It's fine, just please never hit me again?" You muttered, he nodded and hugged you.

"It was the only and last time, it will never happen again, I swear." Ashton smiled, you hugged him and kissed him.

You had to forgive him. You love him.

CALUM:

"Y/N? What are you doing on the couch." Calum asked as he shook you.

"You elbowed me, last night." You groaned lifting up your shirt slightly. The bruise was a dark purple colour and it hurt a lot.

"Oh babe, I'm sorry, I was drunk." Calum apologised.

"Is everything supposed to be OK now? Just because you were drunk, it's OK for you to elbow me?! I don't think so Calum!" You were beyond mad.

"I'm really sorry baby." Calum told you, you just sighed heavily.

"Next time, can you drink sensibly?" You asked him, while rubbing your bruise slightly.

"I promise, now kiss?" Calum asked. You smiled and pulled him into a kiss.

"I love you." You smirked kissing him passionately.

"I live you too, I'm sorry." he replied hugging you tightly.

MICHAEL:

You say at home crying, flicking through yours and Michael's photo album and eating your way through a nice cream tub.

"Stupid, stupid girl." You mumbled pushing your spoon into your ice cream.

You kept blaming yourself for everything. It was your fault the song got deleted and you understand why Michael hated you but he didn't need to hurt you.

Your arm had finger shaped bruise over it. You poked it and tried to bend your arm, which which was unsuccessful.

"Y/N!" You sighed and got up, you walked downstairs. Your dad was home.

"Hey dad." You smiled.

"Hey sweetie, I thought you were staying with Michael today?" He stated. Your face dropped and you just shrugged.

"What happened?" He asked while packing the shopping away.

"I accidentally deleted one of his recorded songs." You trailed off.

"Oh God, did you fall out over that?" He asked.

"Well, yeah, but he kind of hurt my arm as well." You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth.

"HE WHAT?!" Your dad yelled.

"It was also an accident!" you defended Michael.

"You don't accidentally hurt a girl." Your dad exclaimed.

"I swear, he never meant to, he was just angry." You said, your dad rolled his eyes.

"ANGRY!? I'll show you angry when I wrap my hands around that boys neck! What exactly did he do?" Your dad asked.

"Does it matter, he didn't slap or punch me, nothing serious!" You told him, throwing your arms around in frustration.

"Wait, Is that what he did?" You looked at where your dad was pointing and indeed he was pointing at your injury.

"Yeah..." That's when the doorbell went, your dad scurried off to get it.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH HURTING MY DAUGHTER!" You ran out to find your dad with his hands around Michael's neck. Michael's face quickly turning blue.

"DAD!" You screamed, hitting him in the back to pull him away from Michael. He dropped Michael and turned to you.

"Get him off my property!" Your dad spat before walking inside, you rushed over to Michael and hugged him.

"I'm sorry!" You exclaimed.

"It's alright *gasp* I probably deserved it." He muttered running his hands over his face.

"No, I'm sorry." You sighed.

"No, you don't need to be sorry, I'm so sorry about earlier, when I hurt you, it was wrong and I was a bit over dramatic. Please forgive me." Michael begged.

"I do. I'm sorry." You replied hugging him tightly.

You and Michael were still best friends and nothing could ever change that.

LUKE:

You watched as Luke wrapped an ice pack in a tea towel. You took it out of his quickly before he could touch you.

"Y/N, come on. I'm really sorry." He started.

You ignored him and looked at the now red mark on your stomach.

"I'm really sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry." He apologised, you just placed the ice pack on the now forming bruise.

"Y/N, baby, I love you." Luke continued.

"Yeah OK then." You muttered sarcastically.

"Seriously?! I do, this is how this all happened!" Luke's voice was raising by the minute.

"Luke, you punched me in the stomach! I don't think you love me." You admitted.

"Y/N! OF COURSE I LOVE YOU! OH MY GOD! I'M SORRY!" Luke yelled, you flinched and covered your face.

"Luke, stop yelling!" You yelled and sighed.

"I'm sorry, you're not gonna break up with me are you?" Luke pleaded. You took a moment to think.

"No, Luke. I love you just please don't hit me ever again." You begged.

"I swear I'll never, ever, hit you again. I love you so much and without you I'll-I'll...I just can't live without you." Luke muttered, you pulled him into a hug and he carefully avoided your bruised stomach.