Ashton: “I wish you’d grow your hair out,” Ash murmured from the bathroom doorway as he watched you straighten your fringe. You’d gotten a haircut last week—a cute pixie style—and you loved it; Ashton, however, wasn’t too keen on it. “I like girls with long hair.” You rolled your eyes. “Okay, but I like my hair the way it is.” Folding his arms over his chest, he pouted, like a kid who’d lost at a game, and mumbled below his breath, “I always liked Ashley’s long hair.” You whirled around to glare at him, a deep frown etched onto your features. “Ashley? Your ex-girlfriend? You want me to be more like your ex?” His face fell slack when he noticed the pure anger radiating from you. “I’m—I’m sorry, (Y/N), that was wrong of me to say.” Turning off the flat iron, you set it on the counter and stormed past Ashton. “Yeah, it fucking was.”
Calum: "You wanna come play football with me and the boys?" Calum inquires, throwing up a soccer ball and catching it as it comes back down. You glance at him from the couch, where you’re currently watching a chick flick. "Nah, thanks." He rolls his eyes and grabs his bag off the coffee table. "You never want to play, (Y/N)." "I don’t like sports," you answer meekly, frowning. "Madison did," you hear him grumble, referring to the girl he dated before you. As soon as you open your mouth to unleash a rage-fueled speech, he slips out the front door, leaving you alone with a nauseating fury.
Luke: You scowl when you pluck the wrong chord, screwing up the whole song. Luke was teaching you how to play guitar, but so far you’d been awful at it. “Luke, I’m never gonna get anywhere with this,” you whine, and he simply smiles at you. “Sure you will. I taught Lily how to play,” he says. You roll your eyes at the comment about his ex, grumbling, “Oh, did you?” The annoyance dripping in your tone flies right over his head. “Yeah, she picked it up a little faster than you did.” You thrust the guitar into his arms and jump up, frowning. “Well, if she’s so good at it, why don’t you play with her?”
Michael: "(Y/N), you suck!" Michael cackles as your character onscreen dies, yet again. You told him that you were awful at video games, yet he still somehow persuaded you to play. "I told you!" you laugh. "I always forget you’re not Sam," he mumbles, more to himself than to you. "She was really good at this game." Instant tears well up in your eyes at the mention of his ex-girlfriend. How could he say that right in front of you? “I gotta go,” you say, dropping the controller and sprinting out of the room before Michael has a chance to stop you.
