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Calum:

‘Calum!’ You shouted stomping down the stairs, ‘Did you cheat on me?’ you asked as you walked towards him obviously a glare on your face because he was backing up the closer you got. ‘No.’ he stated but you didn’t believe him, ‘How could you?’ your voice came out weak, Calum immediately tried wrapping his arms round you, ‘Don’t touch me.’ You whispered before walking away not giving him time to explain. You walked out the door, slamming it behind you and walked off into darkness.

Luke:

‘Hey, it’s Luke. If could er-leave a message after the beep.’ his answerphone rang out again making you sigh in frustration. He hadn’t spoken to you in a week, he was always busy and he never made the effort to call you and soon enough you were coming to breaking point. ‘I swear to God Luke, if you don’t answer your phone I’m walking out of this apartment. Bringing everything with me and finding someone who wants to speak to me.’ You told him angrily through voice mail before hanging up leaving you wondering if did actually want to speak to you.

Ashton:

Your arm was wrapped round Ashtons but you couldn’t help but feel like he was really uncomfortable. You looked up at him to see him just staring, ‘Ashton? Did you just hear me?’ you asked looking up at him but again there was no response. You sighed, standing up from the couch you were supposed to be cuddling on and walked out, needing to talk to someone who would actually reply.

Michael:

‘Hey Mikey can I join?’ you asked when you saw him sat down playing video games, he didn’t remove his eyes from the screen. ‘Mikey?’ you asked but again there was no reply. ‘Anyone there?’ you asked waving a hand in front of his face. ‘Stop it, this is my first time playing in months, I don’t need you and your crap skills to bring me down.’ He whispered making you shrivel up, you felt your heart breaking apart with every beat. ‘Fine.’ You spat angrily standing up and walking out the door anger fusing your body. 

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