Ashton: "I need you, so bad, I miss you so much it hurts, please, I'm sorry, I love you and I didn't mean all that shit that I said, I was mad and it just slipped out, please come back to me" he begs, pressing the phone to his ear
"Ashton, I just can't trust you anymore, and what if you get mad again, are we just going to do this every time you've had a bad day, I'm sorry, but I can't do that, I love you Ashton, but I just don't think we we're meant to be...goodbye" you say, your voice cracking as you hang up
"but-but I need you" Ashton repeats, tears falling down his face as he stares at his phone in his hands.
Calum: "I need you" he says against your lips, pulling your shirt off, he presses his hard on against your bare hips, his lips forming love bites over your neck
"Cal" you moan pulling his boxers down, his hard on smacks against his stomach and you wriggle out of your shorts, pressing your body to his, he thrusts into you roughly, making the headboard ram against the wall and you whimper, closing your eyes, he grunts, his thrusts deep and powerful, sending you over the edge.
Luke: "(Y/N) I need you, can you come over" Luke asks over the phone "sure I'll be there in five" you assure him, he sounded upset, so you hurry, you reach his house and unlock the door
"Luke?" you call out "in the living room" he groans, you follow his voice and see him wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, his eyes bloodshot, his nose red and his pale body shivering "oh Luke, are you sick?" you murmur, touching his forehead "you have a high fever, you're burning up" you say gently, wrapping your arms around him
"come on let's get you into bed babe" you whisper, helping him up to bed, you tuck him in and kiss his warm forehead "I'll get you a cold flannel for your fever" you say, getting up "but I'm already cold" Luke says hoarsely, his body still shivering "I know but we have to get your temperature down, or else you might need to go into the hospital" you explain, he sniffles and closes his eyes and you go to find a flannel and more blankets.
Michael: "I need you" he says, his voice cracking "it's been four months and I'm going crazy, I need to see you, I miss you so much, being on tour is fun, but I just-I keep thinking about you, I hope you're fine, and I just want you to know that I love you and I can't wait to see you again, only two more months left then I can see you, god I can't wait...please call me when you get this" he sighs, before dropping his phone on his bunk.
