Blurb
Luke: It was wistful. Both of you missed each other. Both of you were too proud to say it. So you simply watched each other wistfully, your eyes taking in his appearance as his did yours, he looked tired. And sad. His usually lively blue eyes were red-rimmed and had faded to a dull grey, his lips were a shocking crimson from his constant biting them and his lip ring was absent, his broad shoulders were slumped. He was a broken man.
Michael: It was awkward. Neither of you knew what to say to the other, so you said nothing, simply watched each other, he had a date and so did you, but you were both so engrossed in sneaking not-so-sly glances at each other that you didn't notice them leave. His hair was a different colour since you had last met, a bright red that made his green eyes pop. You liked it. It matched his lips. You wanted to kiss him.
Ashton: It was depressing. It had only been a week and he had turned up at your house, begging for forgiveness, you had yelled at him 'I hate you Ashton and I will never forgive you!' You had shouted, shoving his chest. He had started crying. Crying and apologising, and you had kissed him, and when he asked you why, you had replied 'to keep you going till you find someone else'.
Calum: It was reckless. You were both drunk and the pain was too much. You missed him and he missed you, you still loved him and he still loved you. You started dancing, the club was packed, the music vibrating through you, your sweaty bodies pressed together, he had kissed you and it all escalated from there. You ended up in the club bathroom, pressed to wall as he pounded into you, telling you how much he loved you with each thrust.
