Calum: Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now
I sigh, stretching out over the vast expanse of my bed. I miss the feeling of (Y/N)'s warm body next to mine, I know I always used to complain about how she often kicked me in her sleep, or stole all the covers, or talked too loud while she dreamed, but now those are the little things I miss. The bed feels almost too big now and I can't fall asleep, not while I know that she's probably lying in someone else's bed right now, in someone else's arms, when she should be with me.
Michael: Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same
I flick through the radio channels, trying to find something good to listen to, suddenly the familiar lyrics of 'A Love Like War' fill my car, I gasp, choking on air, I pull over to the side of the road, coughing violently. It was our song. Our song. Me and her. Not the most lovey dovey song I'll admit, but it had just kept popping up and eventually it became special to us, our own little inside secret. It had been playing at the bar when we met, and at the restaurant where we'd had our first kiss, and in my room when we had first made love, and at the party where I'd first confessed my love for her. But now it sounds different. Regaining my composure, I hastily shut of the radio, my eyes squeezed shut.
Ashton: When our friends talk about you all it does is just tear me down, cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
I shake my head, trying to distract myself from Calum's ramblings, each mention of her name is like an arrow in my heart, tearing down the walls I carefully built for myself and leaving me vulnerable and weak. He won't shut up, bumbling on incessantly about (Y/N), her new college courses, her idiotic decision to dye her hair, her newfound obsession with The Lord of The Rings, and most painful of all, her new boyfriend "that's great" I mumble, turning away from him and darting into the crowd.
Luke: Too young, too dumb to realise that I should have bought you flowers, and held your hand, should have gave you all my hours, when I had the chance, take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance
She left me over two years ago, yet I'm still not over her, she's well over me, she moved on months ago, but I am still pathetically infatuated with her, I was young and foolish when she left me, and it'd been all my fault, I was a useless boyfriend and I know it, I never took her out, never properly acknowledged our relationship in public, never gave her enough time, or showed her how much I loved her. I could've; but I didn't, and now it's too late.
