Michael - Michael stormed into the house, his nostrils flared as he just heard some rumors. He heard the faint noise of the hairdryer upstairs and he knew you had just gotten out of the shower. He kicked the door open, seeing you fully clothed, ready for bed as you were drying your hair. “Who is this “new guy” you’ve been talking to!?” He screamed as you turned around, turning off your blow dryer as you stared at him. “What the hell are you talking about?” He unlocked his phone, shoving the article into your face as you read over it, chuckling to yourself. “Michael, you believe this bullshit?” He crossed his arms as you chuckled, going back to blow drying your hair. He snatched the plug from the wall, you gasping as you turned to face him. “Michael! That is all bullshit! I can’t believe you believe it!” “Well you aren’t even defending yourself like you should be! So talk!” You put down your dryer, walking to him and putting your hands on your hips. “That “guy” was my cousin! He always puts his arm around me, that’s what families do!” Michael scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You really expect me to believe that bullshit lie?” You had enough, raising your hand as you slapped him across his face. He recoiled his hands out and he pushed you. You hit the sink as you looked up at him. Saying nothing, you stormed out of the bathroom, putting on some shoes as you grabbed the keys. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, as you were halfway out the door. “Away from you!” It had been an hour since you were gone, and Michael was worried. A few minutes later, his phone rang, your mom was calling. “Michael,” She cried, as Michael stood, already putting on his shoes. “What’s going on?” “It’s Y/N, she’s in the hospital. She got into a car accident.” Michael hung up quick, grabbing the other set of keys and starting up the engine fast. A few tears fell from his eyes as he reached the hospital, seeing the ambulance parked outside. He got out just in time to see them pulling you in on the stretcher. “Y/N!” Someone was pumping oxygen into your mouth, as a nurse was straddling you, giving you chest compression’s. “You have to stay back here sir!” Michael sighed, pulling at his hair as he kicked the wall, sitting down and weeping. 20 minutes later, you all could go back and visit. Michael went in first, seeing you laying in the bed, completely out of it. “Y/N,” He sat beside your bed, taking your cold, pale hand in his as you tried to open your eyes, you shifted your head over to where he was sitting. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so stupid.” Your other hand shakily reached to your mask, pulling it off for a second as he gulped. “It’s o-okay.” You said softly, putting your mask back on as he put his head on your arm, letting out more tears as he was happy you were okay.
Luke - “Luke, seriously?” You said, putting down your fork as Luke just made yet another dig at your weight. “What? All I was saying was that you were going to get fatter if you keep eating too fast!” You stood, your chair hitting the table hard as you stormed into the kitchen. You felt the need to cry as you grabbed the end of the counter, rocking back and forth on your heels as you fought them back. You looked at your engagement ring on your finger, wondering was it even worth it anymore. You heard Luke coming in, as he tried to put his arms around you. “Don’t fucking touch me!” You screamed, backing away as he looked at you. “Are you seriously fucking mad about that? Babe, I was kidding.” You took off the wedding ring, slamming it down in his hand as he opened his mouth. “I can’t take this or you any more!” You pushed him out of the way, beginning to storm up the stairs as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down as you stumbled, crashing into his chest. “So you’re breaking up with me? Are you kidding?” “No! I’m not! Please move.” You snatched your arm from his wrist, grabbing the keys and beginning to leave. “Y/N, don’t you dare walk away from me god dammit!” You slammed the door as he bawled up his fist, punching the wall as you left. It was now four hours later, 10 p.m. He tried calling and texting but you weren’t picking up. Just as he was about to call your mom, his phone rang. You were calling. “Y/N? Hello?” But it wasn’t you. “Mr. Hemmings, your fiance just got into a terrible accident and we need to airlift her to the hospital downtown.” Luke hung up, grabbing the other keys and rushing to the hospital. He saw them putting you in the helicopter, tears clogging his vision as he ran up to them, climbing in. You were a mess, multiple cuts on your face and your arm was popped out of joint. “Y/N, baby.” He held your hand, as you semi squeezed it back. “Listen to me, you are so perfect. I love you with every ounce in my body and I didn’t mean a damn thing I said, okay?” You only nodded, accepting his apology as you felt him slide your ring back onto your finger. “I love you so much.” He cried, your hand on his lips as the helicopter was now leaving the hospital.
Ashton - Your 3 year old ran around the house, making a mess as you tried cleaning up after him as he was screaming along with that. “Ashton!” You called, putting the broom away as you walked to his little studio, hearing him banging on his drums. He had headphones on, as you pulled the plug on the box. “What the hell?” “Come in here and help calm down your child!” You heard something fall in the living room, both of you running in to see what it was. “Mommy!” He ran to you, a small cut on his knee as you saw he had dropped a plate on the floor, a piece of glass cutting his leg. “God dammit.” Ashton said, as you hit him. “Watch your mouth.” You cleaned up your sons wound, putting a band-aid on it as he got right back to running around the house. “Son, please take a seat in time out!” Ashton scolded, as you helped him clean up the glass. Your son disobeyed, Ashton grunting something incoherent as he stood, scooping up his son as he kicked and thrashed. “Sit here now.” You put the glass away, as Ashton popped your son on his bottom, before sitting him in the chair. “Could you be any more rougher with him?” You asked Ashton, crossing your arms as he groaned, rubbing his temples. “Could you be any more of a bad parent? You never discipline him!” You were taken back by his harsh comment. “Well I don’t have to hit him around to make him mind me.” You were so upset that you needed to cool off, so you got the keys and decided to go take a drive or something. It was later in the evening and you weren’t back. Ashton just got done giving your son a bath, them both sitting on the couch as a knock startled them. Ashton stood, your mom rushing in as her makeup was running down her face. “An 18 wheeler hit Y/N’s car and now she’s in the hospital.” Ashton quickly picked up his son, putting him in the car as they all drove to the hospital. Ashton ran in, running to the front desk and immediately asking for you. As they told him the room number, his son tried following him. “Stay here, bud.” He nodded, as Ashton found your room. He walked in, as you were propped up on the bed. Your leg was in a cast, and your face was covered in a few cuts. “Y/N?” You opened your eyes, smiling weakly as he sat next to you, laying his head on your chest as you let out a small grunt. “Listen to me, you are the perfect parent and the best wife ever, and if I made you feel any less then that I am so sorry, okay. I love you.” You smiled, your hand resting on his head as you played with his hair, both of you crying as you laid in the hospital bed together.
Calum - You were making dinner for Calum, since he’s had such a horrible week at work so you decided to make him a nice dinner, with his favorite dessert. The dinner was near done as you heard a slam of the door, signalling he was home. “Hi babe!” You said, smiling as you prepared his plate. He was silent, kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket. Figuring he didn’t hear you, you walked to the kitchen setting his plate down as he sat down, an angry look on his face. Handing him his drink, you sat down beginning to eat your own meal. “How was work?” He angrily chewed his meat, his jaws doing the thing every time he did. “Cat got your tongue?” His eyes darted from you back to his plate as he continued to eat. “Well okay.” You whispered, eating and scrolling through your phone as the only sound being heard was the scraping of the fork or your phone beeping with a notification. You two were on the couch, both in your pajamas as Calum flicked through the t.v. “Calum, seriously? You haven’t talked to me all night, what the hell is wrong with you?” He sighed heavily, throwing the remote down as he glared at you. “I had a bad fucking day alright! Now leave me alone and stop bugging me!” You stopped, a little taken back as he said that. “Well you don’t have to act like a dick towards me!” “And you don’t have to be a bitch, now do you?” You stood, hitting his arm as he looked at you. “I’m so sick of your I don’t give a shit attitude, Calum! If you’re going to act like this then i’m going else where tonight!” “Yeah, go ahead to your loser friends!” You gasped, shaking your head as you got the keys, tears in your eyes as you left. Calum was lying in bed, half asleep as the house phone started to ring. He groaned, answering it as he heard crying on the other end. “Hello?” He sat up, rubbing his face as your mom called. “It’s Y/N, Cal. She’s in the hospital.” Calum dropped the phone, pulling on some pants and a shirt as he was out the door in 5 minutes. He drove to the hospital, tears in his eyes as he realized he caused all of this, if it wasn’t for him you would be okay. He ran in, seeing them wheeling you into a waiting room. “Y/N?” Your arm in a sling, one of your ribs cracked and a few cuts on your legs. “Oh my god.” He cried, kneeling down in front of you as he took one of your hands into his, lacing them together. “Baby I am so sorry, if it wasn’t for me yelling at you for no reason, you wouldn’t be here.” He got choked up as you nudged your head into his cheek, him sighing. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” He nodded, kissing you softly as he apologized again.
