Calum: .Dyslexia. Calum, you and the boys were out to dinner and the waitress was nearing with the familiar small notepad awaiting our orders. “Hello guys, my names Linda, i’ll be your waitress for the night” The boys all glared down at their menus and were ready almost instantly, but you couldn’t quite grasp the letters together. Everything was jumbled and looked upside down. You leaned down to your bag and pulled out your glasses and put them on, but it was still a little difficult to see the menu. All the boys had ordered and the waitress was looking at you. “And what will that be miss?” she asked inching her pen closer to the paper. “Uh, just one second” you urged, holding up one finger. You tapped his shoulder with your hand and leaned into him, “Uh, Cal, what should i get?” you asked hurriedly not wanting to annoy the waiter who was looking around and tapping the pen on the back of her hand boredly. He took the menu from your hands and gave you a humorous sigh, “You’ve gotcha glasses on and you still can’t read it” he laughed. Calum didn’t know about your dyslexia. The only boy in the band that knew was Ashton. He had accidentally walked in on you crying, he apologised and hugged you and you, kind of just told him. Ashton had promised to keep it a secret for you. “Do you want me to just come back?” Linda said impatiently crossing her arms, “No, uh she’ll have this” Calum said pointing to a chicken dish on the menu, “Uh, is there anything else? sorry i just don’t really feel like that” You said softly, “Geez Y/N just read the menu yourself and order, it isn’t that hard” Calum said shoving the menu at your chest. Ashton looked up and he saw the pain in your eyes you were hiding so well from Calum. “Oi, lay off man” Ashton said, giving Calum a slight nudge in the chest. “uh m’am could you please just pick a dish, i have other tables to serve” Linda said in am impatient tone. You pretended to scan the page; the page of jumbled numbers and letters. You panicked and pointed to a random area on the page, “i-i’ll have this” you said folding the menu and putting it down. Calum sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Y/N i swear those glasses aren’t doing shit, you just pointed to a frigin advertisement. Can you even see properly with those?” He questioned. “I’ll just let you have a few more minutes to decide” Linda said before she was gone. “Thanks Y/N what wrong with this, or this?!” he said agitated as he pointed too various things on the menu. You felt so dumb. You couldn’t even order for yourself at a restaurant. “I’m sorry Cal” you said softly as you felt a lump forming in your throat. He just scoffed slightly and turned to talk to Ashton. You took off your glasses and wiped your eyes. “Calum, mate stop being such a dick” Ashton said pointing to you. You turned to Calum and without thinking blurted, “I’m sorry i annoyed you with my dyslexia”. You took off your glasses and used the ends of your jumper to wipe your rapidly falling tears. “Y/N whats the matter?” Luke and Michael asked looking concerned. You got up and excused yourself, not too sure where you were going. “Shit, Y/N, i- fuck, please come back” he cooed. He was only acting pitiful now and that made you angrier. “Just fuck off ok” Ashton said raged as he ran after you.
Michael: .Bipolar. ”Y/N!” Michael yelled playfully from your living room couch. It was yours and Michaels traditional movie night and he wanted your help on deciding which film to watch. “Which one?” He said smiling, letting you pick from the assorted cases in the cabinet below the television. You pulled out a raunchy comedy and Michael smirked, settling into the mood, “Oh, ok your into that” he laughed as you put the movie in. You pressed the play button and scurried over to Michael and nuzzled into him. It wasn’t long before a sex scene began to play. You looked up to Michael who was already looking at you. Neither of you said anything, instead he leaned down into you and pressed his lips ever so softy against yours. You pushed back with a little more force and before you knew it, Michael was on top of you, your hands were around his neck and his lips were still pressed against yours. He smirked as the moans on the television got louder. You leant your head back in satisfaction as you felt his hand on your jeans, undoing the buttons, he started to push down your jeans still planting kisses on your neck. Suddenly you were displeased and pushed him off you, “Fuck off!” you yelled before pulling your pants back on. How could he do that to you. “Y/N what the fuck?!” Michael called out rubbing his neck confused. “Just don’t touch me alright!” you yelled at him before storming to the kitchen and slamming down a box of cereal on the counter top. He looked confused, his eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was curved into a displeased smile. You slammed a bowl next to the box and furiously poured cereal into it. You rushed the fridge and grabbed the bottle of milk, pouring it into the bowl. You turned around to see Michael staring at you oddly. “What the fuck are you looking at, idiot” you said coldly as you began to angrily eat your cereal, “ok can you please explain what is going on because i’m confused” He said dumbfounded. Before you had a chance to reply the urge for Michael overpowered your body again and you craved his touch that instant. You ran to him and caressed his cheek and smiled as you leaned into kiss him. “ok what the fuck” He said angrily as he pushed you away, “Is this some kind of terrible joke because i can’t really tell if this is like some new fantasy where you are like pretending to be bipolar or something, it’s a real boner killer” He said looking annoyed. You had never told Michael about your disorder, you were scared he’d leave you because it would be too hard. Sometimes you couldn’t help it, you just did things and that’s how it was. You looked at him surprised and furious. You crossed your arms “Pretending?! Who the fucks pretending Michael?” you yelled. He thought about it for a second before realising what you meant, “Y/N, why didn’t yo-” He was cut off by your fist making contact with his cheek, “Screw you” you said before walking away, furious.
