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You Think He's Going to Hit You but He Doesn't.

You Think He's Going to Hit You but He Doesn't.

Calum: "I can't believe you think all this is true!" I scream at Calum as tears pool in my eyes. "It looks pretty dam real in those pictures." He snaps at me, chucking the magazine on the floor furiously. "Why can't you just trust me?" I cry, my hands shaking as they hang by my side. "I do trust you, it's just..." He tries to argue back but I'm not sure what to believe. "If you really trusted me Calum, we wouldn't even be in this mess right now." I state, fighting back with as much force as him. "Oh, so it's my fault now?" He sarcastically responds, his hands waving in the air dramatically. "Stop twisting my words." I sigh as I bite down on my lip in frustration. "I'm not the one who cheated!" He yells at me as he storms towards me. "I have not cheated on you, Cal." I whimper as I look him in the eye. His hands form into fists at his side and he takes a deep breath to calm himself. My vision drifts to his hands as he speaks, no longer pleading with his eyes, instead waiting for the strike which I'm not sure will happen. As Calum speaks again, he moves his hand around and in fear that he will touch me, I move away with a sharp intake of breath. My eyes drift from his hands to his eyes and he looks at me with more pain then any punch could master. "No." He whispers as he shakes his head. "No." He repeats again as he cautiously steps towards me. "Baby, I would never hurt you." He speaks, his voice now cracking slightly, a completely different side of him showing then mere seconds ago. "You scared me, Cal." I whimper as I take another step back from him. "I am so sorry, Y/N." He replies, his hand reaching out to me. My lips tremble and I find myself reaching out to his hand, allowing myself to fall into him; the only place I've ever really known. He arms wrap around me tightly as mine sneak around his waist. He presses his lips to the top of my head, lingering and holding the kiss for a while. "I thought I was loosing you to someone else. I swear I never meant to scare you." He mumbles against my hair. "And I would never ever do anything to harm you. Remember that."

Ashton: "Ashton, please just calm down." I beg Ashton as he storms around his room, desperate to break things and chuck stuff around. He ignores me and continues to let his anger get the best of him. I trail behind him, trying my best to get through to him. "Ashton, would just stop!" I yell, grabbing his shirt and pulling him so he turns around. His breathing is heavy and a frown is etched onto his face. "She's not worth it." I say to him, praying that he listens to me. "She is worth it! She is!" He screams in her defence. "She's not Ashton. You don't deserve this, you deserve so much better." I say, hurting over that fact that he can't see how much he deserves. "You don't get it." He scoffs waving me off. "No, you're right. I don't get it. So could you please explain to me why you're so torn up about a girl who doesn't even deserve someone as great as you?" I ask him, feeling as if I've finally caught his thoughts as a minute of silence fills the room. At this point, I am standing so close to him yet I feel as if we're so far apart. As he goes to chuck his arms up in defeat, a feeling of panic rushes through me and I find myself backing away from him whilst using my arms to protect my face; mumbing the word 'don't' faintly. "Y/N?" He whispers once I lower my hands. "I wasn't..." He tries to speak, a loss for words. "I know. Sorry." I mutter, confused at the situation before us and how we got to this. "Don't be. Gosh, I'm so stupid. I never meant to scare you." He mutters, his hand tugging at the top of his hair. "It's ok. We just... both need to breathe a little." I say as I pull his hands away from his hair. "Let's just go sit down. Forget everything, yeah?" I ask him. "Yeah."

Luke: "He's my friend Luke, nothing else. You can't stop me from seeing him!" I yell back at Luke as he begins to list the reasons of why he doesn't want me talking to other guys. "I get that you're protective over me but you need to let me make me own choices from time to time." I tell him, trying to calm my voice down. "I have every right to be protective over you." He snaps, coming closer to me, causing me to step back until my back hits the wall. "Luke..." I whisper, my voice growing tired of the constant arguing. "No Y/N, I can't stand seeing other guys flirting with you." He spits, voice becoming deeper. I haven't seen him this angry before and in all honesty; he's scaring me. "Can we please stop this?" I ask looking up to him as his angry eyes look down to me, setting yet another flame inside of him alight. "Maybe if you'd listen to me, we wouldn't need to have this argument!" He yells once more, raising his right arm strongly, little did I know only to pull at his hair. My hands move to shield my face, a soft whimper rolling off my lips as I do so. A moment of silence passes by before I slowly take my arms away, my scared and frightened eyes looking into Luke's now teary ones. "You- you thought I was going to h-hit you?" He stutters. "I-" I go to speak but fail to deliver any words. Tears immediately well up in my eyes as I look to him. "I would never touch you, not like that." He says to me as he slowly reaches his hand out to my arm. He softly pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as mine hang around his neck, tears falling on his shoulder. "Please don't be scared of me. I love you and I will never lay a finger on you." He promises me. "I know."

Michael: "Michael, stop yelling." I beg, easily becoming scared. "I can do what I want, Y/N. Exactly the point of this argument." He spits. I feel my anxiety bubble inside of me and my chest slowly tightening, making it seem harder to breathe. "I'm not trying to control you Michael, all I ask is that you spend a little more time with me." I say, making my point as clear as possible. "Sure, it's not like I'm on a world tour or anything. Plenty of time to hang out with you everyday." He mumbles like a child, the sarcasm in his voice drowning out every other emotion. "Michael, please." I speak, my voice shaking. He seems oblivious to my current state as I try to take in deep breaths to calm myself. He turns around to face me, hurtful words leaving his mouth as his hand flys out to exaggerate his point. I jump back, scared that he might hit me as he carelessly whacks his arm around. My breathing quickens from all the stress and I can't seem to stop the tears from running down my face. I'm struggling to catch my breath as I begin to have a panic attack, Michael quickly noticing and coming to my side. "I'm sorry. Everything's going to be fine." He rushes out his words as he sits me down on the couch. He kneels in front of me, his hand resting softly on the side of my face as his eyes look to mine. "You can breathe, ok? Copy me." He encourages me as he takes deep breaths. I copy him as best as I can, still shaky and crying but trying not to think about anything else but breathing. A depressive silence follows by once I calm myself and it takes a moment for one of is to respond. "I'm so sorry, baby. I shouldn't have let you get to this." He says as he rests the side off his face on my lap. My hands move to his coloured hair, softly running my fingers through it to relax us both. "I just miss you, Mikey." I say hoping to end the argument on that. "I know. Me too. I guess I just have a weird way of showing things."

A/N: Triple update? Idk. Anyways, I found out that this is ranked number #107 on the category 'fanfiction' and I'M SO HAPPY about this. Thank you everyone .x

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