Ashton:
Your phone rings at 2 in the morning and you set pause on Netflix, glaring at your phone to see who it is. When you see it’s Ashton you hesitate to answer but you pick up anyway. You stay silent and await his voice.
"Y/N?" He asks in a whisper.
"Yeah? What’s up?"
"You don’t sound tired at all…" He smirks to himself. "Are you with your boyfriend?"
"I don’t have a boyfriend Ashton and I was just awake…I’m always awake at 2AM. You never call me at this time, what’s up?"
"I just broke it off with (insert some girl’s name here). She cheated on me," he plays with his keys and looks up at your window. "She cheated and it hurts."
"Ashton, dude…"
"I just need some comfort. Can you come out and take a ride with me? You always help me forget Y/N."
"Yeah, of course ash." You walk to your window and look down at his car. "Be down there in a sec." You hang up and frown to yourself, telling yourself that you’ll let him know how much you love him someday.
Calum:
You run into Calum’s house without any warning and search frantically around for your cuddly best friend. You set the pizza on the counter and run upstairs to see him breaking things in his room.
"Cal! Calum stop!" You yell and his rage is so blood red that he can’t hear you. You grab his arm gently and he turns around to look at you, face immediately softening at the sight of your eyes.
"Y/N," he frowns and shakes his head.
"Calum, tell me what’s wrong. I brought pizza and myself. I know I’m not enough to cheer you up but-"
"You’re all I need to cheer me up," he cups your cheek with one hand. "Sometimes, you make me forget."
"Cal…" You whisper and he leans down to kiss you gently on the lips.
Luke:
He sits in the meadow beside you, staring around at the late night fireflies and leaning his head on your shoulder bone. You giggle and look over at him.
"Your hair tickles."
"Sorry," he moves to rest his head on your lap and look at you. You play with his blonde hair and smirk at him.
"Ever gonna tell me what’s wrong?"
"I just needed to get out of the house," he admits quietly. "My parents are fighting…it may sound stupid but lately…it’s been getting really bad."
"Luke."
"They used to be so happy. I never want a relationship of mine to end up like that," he reaches up and grabs your hand, entwining your fingers with his. "Promise me we won’t end up like that when we’re married."
Michael:
You sleep comfortably on the game chair that leans against the wall, controller in your lap and hands over your bare stomach. Your open window brings in a breeze and an unexpected galaxy haired Michael.
"Y/N," he whispers, walking around your room to make sure the door is locked and cleaning up your small mess. You snore lightly and he squats down besides you and shakes a little more aggressively. You open your eyes and look up at your teary eyed best friend.
"Mikey," you whisper in a daze and put your hands on his wet cheeks, frowning and searching his eyes for an answer.
"My parents made me feel like shit," he whispers with a fake chuckle, rubbing his nose and staring into your eyes.
"You’re not shit," you shake your head. "I am, look at me," you say, gesturing towards yourself with your eyes, being you only had shorts and a bra on.
"Y/N, don’t. You’re perfect," he smiles and moves your hands to his neck, finding a way to pick you up and carry you to your bed. He lays you beside him and wipes a crumb off your cheek.
"Tell me what happened, mikey," you whisper.
