Ashton: I couldn't stop myself, one second was all it took for my temper to boil over, and I was on top of him before he could react, my fist hitting his jaw, his eye, his nose, I hear a dull crunch and feel warm blood over my fingers, but it doesn't stop me, nothing can. He was touching (Y/N), feeling her up, forcing her, he wanted to rape her, and she was scared. "Don't ever fucking touch my girl" I roar, continuing to hit his face, which has now become unrecognisable, swollen and smeared with scarlet blood. He is unconscious, his nose completely caved in, before I feel hands on my shirt, pulling me back, suddenly I am aware of reality, before all I could hear was my blood pounding in my ears, all I could see was his face through a haze of red. But now I can hear the screams of people around me, I can see people's terrified eyes. (Y/N)'s terrified eyes. They're afraid of me. She's afraid of me. I shake my head, no, she can't be, I was protecting her. I look at my hands, covered in blood, whether it is from my split knuckles or the man's face, I don't know. My shirt too is splattered with blood "(Y/N)" I say weakly, she flinches, her eyes wide, they dart from me to the man, my gaze follows hers and I gasp, I can't have done that, I can't have. His face doesn't even look like a face anymore, more like a slab of raw meat that's just been in a shredder "I didn't-he was hurting you-" I try to reason, but she shakes her head, turning away from me, she dashes off, crying hard.
Calum: I groan, not daring to move, I open my eyes and I'm instantly greeted by (Y/N), smiling at me sympathetically "what happened last night babe?" I mutter, touching my jaw and wincing as pain shoots through my face and hand simultaneously "you got drunk and got into a bar fight because some guy tried to buy me a drink" she chuckles, holding an ice pack against my rib cage, which causes another jab of pain, I clench my jaw, scanning my bruised torso and painfully split knuckles "oh god, bet I made a right ass of myself" I grumble, pouting my busted lip "well actually I was quite impressed, I never knew you could throw such a strong punch, you knocked him out cold after a bit" she admits, I do my best to smile, squinting at her through my swollen eye "I don't think I've ever been in so much pain in so many different parts of my body at once" I mumble as she laughs, pressing a light kiss to my forehead.
Michael: "Michael stop!" She screams, grabbing my collar, I am distracted for an instant and seconds later I feel my head fly back, a fist coming in contact with my nose, I groan, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth as I pull my fist back and slam it into his face, knocking him out. (Y/N) grabs me and soon I'm running with her along a dark alley, we run till we reach my car and I stop, leaning against the wall and coughing up scarlet blood. It seems to be flowing endlessly, from my lip, my nose, down my face. I lean over, spluttering, choking, on my own blood. (Y/N) desperately wipes my face "why did you hit him you dumb ass?" She scolds, pinching the bridge of my nose to try and staunch the flow "he wouldn't-wouldn't stop looking at you" I mutter, panting as spit and blood dribble slowly past my lips and onto the pavement.
Luke: He is knocked out cold, blood streaming down his face from where it hit the ground, I feel hands on my back, pulling me away, and soon the adrenaline fades and the pain hits, it's everywhere, my ribs, my head, my lip, my hands, my whole face is stinging and suddenly (Y/N) is in front of me, tears in her eyes "Luke! Luke your nose!" She screams, it takes a few seconds for her words to make sense, but when they do I reach up and touch my nose, the pain is excruciating and I can feel the bone has been cracked, I pull my hand back and it is dripping with blood, I curse under my breath, stumbling forwards in the direction of my car "gotta-gotta go home" I mutter "no you've got to go to the hospital" (Y/N) says firmly, following after me.
