Ashton "you don't understand, you don't understand. What you do to me when you hold his hand."
I looked over at them again, their hands happily intertwined. Fuck this. I groan, why did I have to be the friend? Why did she have to be so happy with him? I've been in love with her way longer than that prick. She seemed to be happy when she was with me, so why didn't she come to me?! Idiot, I thought to myself. She was so perfect with those bright brown eyes, that always seemed to be filled with life, that perfect tanned skin she had and don't even get me started on her laugh. She was this amazing actress, with high hopes for the future - and I was, well nobody. No wonder she wants to be with mr popular over there.
Calum "we were meant to be, but a twist of fate, made it so we had to walk away"
How could I have been so stupid? How did I let her slip through my fingers? I take a sip of the beer in front of me. I never drink, but today seeing her, I needed something to ease the pain. Seeing her reminded me of everything that had happened - me leaving her for that night, her falling in love, me wishing I'd told her how I felt earlier. How did she not see the fact that we were meant to be? Well I guess fate is meant to be twisted.
Luke "I know you wanna leave, so baby be with me so happily."
She screamed and cried at him. I watched the whole thing from the beginning - she said something that he didn't like so he hit her, right across her cheek. I wanted nothing more than to go in and rescue my best friend, but I couldn't. I was watching from the balcony outside her window, she pushed me out when she heard him coming. I would go out, but it would only be worse for her. As soon as he left, I scrambled back inside her room to help her. He had gone back to his house so I was able to help her in peace. I couldn't help but feel that, even though she has a red mark across her cheek, her hair is falling in a unearthly manner and she has tear stained cheeks - she still looks breath taking. I approach her carefully and sat down next to her. Her sobs echoed throughout the little room.
"Why? Why the fuck does this keep happening?" She asks me, what was I supposed to say to that? So I just let her cry on me. How was I supposed to tell her that I didn't have a clue? How was I supposed to tell her that in my eyes she was more than that dick deserved?
"I don't know Y/N, I really don't. But I know you want to leave, so come on baby be with me so happily." I whispered to her once she'd fallen asleep.
Michael "I wonder if he knows that I touched you skin, and if he feels my traces in your hair. Sorry love, but I don't really care"
I ran my fingers through her hair, humming the lyrics to 'Try Hard' as I did so, just like I usually do when she can't sleep. When my fingers get to her hi-lighted tips I stop, because I know she will be asleep. And surely enough when I look down at my girl, her eyelids are fluttering and her mouth is slightly open - I can't help myself, I lean down and kiss her. Her eyelids stop fluttering for a second then go back to being closed. Then she started mumbling and sweating, I knew what was happening - she was having a nightmare. So I woke her up gently, she sat straight up and looked around. I eased her back down and rubbed up and down her arms. She looked at me with those big eyes of hers and smiles,
"Hey Mikey." She mutters sleepily. "Hey baby." I respond. She looks at the clock and then next thing I know she's running around getting her stuff. "Where are you going Y/N?" I ask, knowing the answer. "He'll be home any minute, sorry Mikey but I gotta go." I groan, being the 'other boy' sucked all I wanted was her, but she was taken. Later, after she had left, I could just imagine them together, him smiling and kissing her. I wonder if he knows what we did, if he feels that I've recently touched her and ran my fingers through her hair. I'll never know.
