A/N don't forget to vote and comment! Sorry about Cal's always being in his POV.
Ashton "I won't forget you, but I may forget your name."
You sat alone at the bar, your friend was here somewhere - and knowing her she'd be grinding on some guy. You looked at the glass in your hand with disgust, yet you threw the dregs down your throat. You tried to signal to the bartender that you wanted another, but he was to busy talking to some girls. Then he turned around. Your heartbeat quivered for a second then began beating at a hundred miles per hour. It was that guy, that guy who you hooked up with. Ugh, what was his name.... Ashton! You silently swore to yourself. That was the only time you had ever done a one - time thing, you really weren't that kind of girl. He did a double take, the glanced at the ground nervously.
"Uh, hi.... Um." He said, forgetting your name completely. "Y/N" you answered for him. Recognition was all that you saw on his face. "Right, I knew the face just not the name. I could never forget you after that night." You smiled. The night went by quite quickly, but you didn't notice, you were to busy talking to Ashton. By the end of the night you had exchanged phone numbers and he'd promised to call you.
Calum "Watch you playing and playing and playing these guys" (his POV)
I watched every guy that went up to her carefully. I watched as she kissed each one and whispered things in each one's ear. Then she would just get up and leave, never returning. Every single fucking guy. They were getting played, and the one's waiting in line knew this, yet they still went up to - expecting to be 'the one' that changes her playgirl ways. The sad thing was that I was one of those guys, waiting in line to be shot down. And I was next. The guy ahead of me went up to her and flirted, not even a hello, just straight to the 'your looking lonely tonight honey, maybe I can fix that for you'. Let's be clear, she was anything but lonely. She smiled a shy smile as she leaned up to kiss this random. While they were kissing she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down onto the couch she was sitting on. Then she talked to him with a permanent smirk plastered on her face, she was flirting back. All of a sudden she got up and left, not even a polite excuse, just got up and walked off. I could hear the guy cursing to himself. I walked up to her and sat down next to her. I ordered a drink and just stayed silent. I felt sure that I could see her smiling to herself out of the corner of my eye. My drink came and before I could take a sip, she broke the ice. "I like you already, good job." She said to me. I looked to her and started a conversation, "Look, I'm not here to be walked away from, ok? I'm not leaving until I get your number." I told her. She laughed and grabbed my hand. She took out a pen and scrawled a number on my hand. I smiled in satisfaction and walked away. All the guys waiting in line glared at me. I had won her over.
Luke "Beauty lies,within the eyes of the beholder."
You laughed again. Your friend thought it was funny to come up with a back story for every single person in this shop. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling.
"Okay, now the perv who won't stop staring at your rack." She whispered to you. You looked around to find the boy she was talking about. Your eyes immediately stopped searching when they landed upon a ridiculously good - looking boy, who was checking you out. You felt your cheeks heat up, and you saw him quickly look away. He was gorgeous, in a guy way of course. He had quiffed blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a lip ring. The lip ring interested you because his shirt had a giant penguin on the front. You giggled. He saw you and took that as a good sign. He came striding over to you and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Luke." He told you shyly. Before you could answer, your friend butted in, causing you to flinch. "That's great Luke, this is Y/N and if you would please stop staring at her rack, it would be much appreciated." Your friend told him. You watched his eyes widen and his cheeks flush a deep shade of red. "No, no, no! I.. I was just looking at her because.. She's beautiful." He gushed. You shook your head, "I'm not beautiful." You argued, he smirked. "I've always felt that beauty lies within the eyes of the beholder." He told you. You smiled at him. And that's how it all began.
Michael "And we'll dance until we're dumb in the dark"
He took your hand, carefully - as if he was afraid it might shatter beneath his grasp. He lead you through the crowds of people, all staring and whispering. Why shouldn't they be? If you were one of them you'd be whispering to, like, Michael Clifford! He had just seen you and come over, he'd started a conversation and next thing you know, you are going to dance on the dance floor of the club. He turned back around to face you and laughed.
"You know you're cute when you're nervous." He cheekily smirked. You gasped dramatically and whacked his arm. "I am NOT nervous!" You told him, striking a ridiculous pose. He kept walking backwards, but it didn't matter - when people saw him they parted like the Red Sea. We reached the middle of the dance floor and he started 'dancing'. We kept dancing for you don't know how long. "We'll keep dancing until we're dumb in the dark" he whispered to you in the middle of a slow dance. Even though you had no idea what he was talking about, you just nodded along. Because let's face it, Michael Clifford could talk to you about puberty and you'd still listen intently. And like he said you danced until you were 'dumb in the dark.'
