VI. Horror Films

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Horror Films

Ashton:

You hated horror with a passion. The thought that people made money off creating new ways to kill or be killed nauseated you, this left you wondering how Ashton had convinced you to watch yet another horror film with him. You were brought back to what was happening on screen as a scream sent a shockwave through your body, you shivered clinging to Ashton as he watched on unfazed. "How are you still watching that?" You mumbled, "It's disgusting," you stated bitterly. Ashton stifled a laugh at the image of you struggling to hold the contents of your stomach. "Are you scared?" He questioned, this time making no attempt to hide his laughter. "No," you stated firmly. You refused to be belittled by Ashton, especially in this situation. You looked up at the screen dispute yourself, and just in time; you watched in disgust as a young girl was attacked. You hid your face in Ashton's chest for what seemed like the hundredth time this evening and attempted to ignore his laughter. "It's not funny, Ash. We're not all like you," you told him moving as far from him as possible without leaving the couch, you regretted it instantly; another bloody death. "I know it isn't, babe. I'm sorry," Ashton giggled. You glared at him, jumping again as a door slammed, you could almost feel the tears start to collect in your eyes as you again began to shake. His face softened, "it's okay baby," you crawled back to him and sighed as he kissed your forehead. "I'm here. I've got you and I'm not gonna let anything hurt you," he mumbled into your hairline. You hummed, burying your face in his neck, as a reply. "You know as a precaution you should probably sleep with me tonight," he stated matter-of-factly, you just nodded; flinching again as another scream sounded. His grip tightened around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he said, "I've got you, darling. You're safe with me."

Calum:

The masked psycho killer ran through the house on screen as you watched with anticipation. "I could take him," Calum told himself, flinching as he found his target; tearing into her. You giggled, annoyed as he hid his head in your shoulder, "shhhhh!" You scolded. "It's finally getting interesting." Calum rolled his eyes, focusing all attention on you as the movie played in the background. You jumped as a door slammed, laughing silently to yourself still unfazed by the cruel images flashing across the screen. "I don't know how you can do it," you heard Calum state coldly from beside you. You shushed him yet again, annoyed by his constant chatter. He scowled turning his attention back to the movie for yet another scene of gore. Calum cringed hiding his face back in your shoulder. "You're such a baby," you sighed. "Am not!" He retaliated, only moving further behind you, "why can't you be like normal girls and just force me to watch 'The Notebook' with you?" He questioned, his face still buried in your neck. "I'd rather see you flinch than cry," you smirked. He moved you over on the sofa and got up, abruptly leaving the room. You sighed, pausing the movie and following him. "You're mean," he spat "I don't want to talk to you, go watch your stupid movie." You moved closer, warping your arms around his waist, "I'm sorry, Cal," he sighed, you felt bad for him, "I was a bitch, I shouldn't have said anything," you sighed waiting for a reply. He shifted in your hold but didn't move you, "you're mean," he huffed. You held him tighter, "and for the record; you could so take him," you added as he laughed, wrapping his arms around you and placing a kiss to your temple.

Luke:

You were spending the night with the boys at Michael's parents house as they had gone away for the weekend. After hours of bickering over how to spend the evening it was decided that horror films was the best plan. You were about three movies in and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, aside from your boyfriend Luke. It was about half way into the first movie when Michael began throwing assorted foods him; which had resulted in at least two physical fights between the two. You had begun to get restless as you were tired and bored; the horror genre wasn't as interesting as it used to be. You decided you'd have some fun; scare Luke. You excused yourself for a moment before making your way into the kitchen. You were sorting through the contents of the fridge when Michael walked in behind you, and evil smirk on his face. "What're you planning, Y/N?" Michael whispered, you shrugged pulling out the ketchup and turning to face him. Michael took the bottle from your hands and covered you from head to toe. You smiled as he pulled a large knife from the top drawer and nodded toward the lounge room. Limping back to your spot next to Luke you breathed heavily trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. You laid yourself in his lap and groaned quietly. It took only seconds for him to notice you were covered in red and in a large amount pain. Michael walked up behind Luke and tapped him on the shoulder, a large knife in his right hand, something black covering his pale face. A screamed escaped from all three boys as you did your best not to move. You were thrown to the floor before Luke picked you up again yelling incoherent things at the other two. You tried your best to hold in your laughter but failed miserably, giving away both you and Michael, neither of you ever heard the end of it.

Michael:

You yawned as yet another movie came to an end. Michael had just come home from another long tour, and after too many nights without him you'd decided to stay up watching scary movies. A smile crept onto your face as you felt his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. You had missed this. He hummed into your hairline as peace fell between the two of you. "Are you tired, yet?" He mumbled, his tone heavy with sleep; you felt it radiate through his chest. "No," you smiled, looking up at him, "are you?" He nodded, with eyes closed, as you leaned up to kiss him. "Do you want to go to bed?" You questioned, feeling bad for keeping him awake. He shook his head, "no," he groaned. You giggled, and he ran a tired hand through your hair, "I'll put on another, then. And we can sleep here tonight," you smiled getting up from the couch and putting in another movie. You laid back down and Michael curled up next to you, "we don't have to stay down here, you know. If you want to go sleep we can just go back to bed," you smiled. "Carry me," Michael sigh, half asleep. He held out his arms but ended up just wrapping them around you; you laughed at his attempt at tired humour and kissed his cheek, in return and extremely tiredly Michael gave you a soft peck on the lips. You smiled and sighed with contentment as did Michael. And with that he fell asleep; a large smile across his face. This was all you wanted for the rest of your life.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 14, 2014 ⏰

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