Ashton:
"Hey guys!" You smile wide hugging the 3 boys in front of you. "I missed you all so so much!" You laugh. Today they picked you up at the airport so you could join them for the last 2 1/2 months of tour. "We missed you too." Calum smiles as you pull away. "Hey Ashton." You awkwardly wave. He looks down at his phone ignoring you and you sigh, it hurts you everytime he does that, it's not like you ever did anything to him. He's just decided to hate you. You got along with him as well as you did with the other boys for a solid year, you were best friends even. Then one day when you went to one of their shows he gave you the cold shoulder. You cried that day, and you still don't know why he hates you. But in Ashtons head, he cries every time he has to treat you like this, because that first day he ignored you at their concert, was the day you brought your new boyfriend to the show, and broke Ashtons heart.
Luke:
"(y/n)!" Luke screams on the bus. "Yes Luke." You roll your eyes. He comes barging in the back where you and Michael were playing the Xbox. "What the hell is this." He holds up your bra. "That would be my bra Luke." You laugh. "Why the hell was it lying in Michaels bunk!?" He fumes. "I was making his bed and I saw your bra, along with your fucking underwear under his sheets. What were you doing in his bunk!" He seems to get angrier. "Luke calm the fuck down." Michael starts to get pretty pissed off. "It's none of your business what was going on!" He says. "But you're not dating! R..right?" Luke asks. "No we're not dating Luke now get out!" Michael yells taking your bra and pushing Luke out the door. "Sorry babe." Mikey shakes his head and kisses your forehead. "Although, this has to be my favorite bra." He chuckles pecking your neck. You giggle and shove him away, taking your bra and sitting on it. Little did you know, Luke had his ear pressed up against the door, tears forming in his eyes from what he just heard.
Calum:
"How are things going?" You ask Luke and Ash over Facetime. "It's good, I kinda wish you'd come over so you could cook for us." Ashton giggles. "Is that all I'm worth to you, my cooking skills?" You smile, but then a frown sets on your face. "Are Michael and Calum fighting?" You ask. Luke sighs, "Yes." You hear them getting closer as they walk on the bus closer to where Ash and Luke are Facetiming you. "I said no Mikey! I don't want (y/n) on tour with us! She's the most annoying little thing ever!" Calum shouts, you can see him standing behind the other two boys. Ashton bites his lip in a disappointed way and Luke just doesn't seem to know what to do. Michael notices you and sighs. "Perfect. That's just fucking perfect Calum well done!" He yells at him gesturing to the screen. Calum's lips part slightly when he notices you. Your jaw trembles and you quickly end the call leaving an angry Calum feeling guilty, especially because all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms for the rest of his life. He just can't admit it.
Michael:
Calum, Luke and Ash went to go get food so you and Michael stayed behind to watch a movie. Unfortunately. "Michael can you pass me that pillow please?" You ask. He picks up the pillow and swings it so hard it whacks you in the face. "Ow Mikey!" You shout standing up. "That's a hard pillow!" He smirks at you. "Stop it with that fucking smirk!" You yell. "I'm so done with you! You're so fucking mean to me! And then that smirk! I hate that little shit of a smirk why do you do that!" You yell. "I'm tired of it! Don't you understand that!" Your eyes begin to water a bit out of pure anger. "I'm fed up!" He stands up, his figure towering over yours, that smirk still on his face. "Do you just take joy in treating me like this!? I hate you!" You start hitting his stomach and slapping him when you hear his low chuckle vibrate his tummy. "Calm down feisty pants." He smiles grabbing your wrists. "Let go!" You scream scrabbling and twisting to free yourself. He pulls your wrists in to hug him and you struggle against him. "Mikey!" You sob. "I hate you stop it!" He hugs you, holding you tight but you can hear him laughing. You're so sad and frustrated you just break down in his arms, hugging him back. "I hate you." You sniff. "No you don't." He chuckles. "Why do you hate me?" You sigh, he shockingly begins to rub your back. "I don't."
