Calum: Counted all my mistakes and there's only one, standing out from the list of the things I've done, all the rest of my crimes don't come close, to the look on your face when I let you go
I sigh and rub my hands over my eyes, trying to get the image of (Y/N)'s crying face out of my head, ever since I broke up with her a week ago, all I can think about is what a stupid mistake it was, the look on her face made me feel like a terrible person, like I was some monster. I don't know what made me leave her, but I screwed up, and I really want her back.
Michael: I wrote you a song with the words you spoke, yeah it took me some time but I figured out, how to fix up a heart that I let down
"Um I would like to dedicate this song to (Y/N), I know you're in the crowd somewhere and I want you to know that I still love you...you might recognise some of the words since they're yours heh...I messed up leaving you, and I just want you to know that no matter what happens, I will love you for as long as I live (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you are my princess, and yeah I know you told me never to call you that again, but you are my princess, so...well here goes" I announce, starting to strum the chords of my guitar.
Luke: Now I'm searching in a lonely place, every corner calling out your name, trying to find ya but I just don't know, where do broken hearts go?
"(Y/N)?" I call, she said she would be back to collect her stuff today, and I came home early to try and talk to her, I open my bedroom door, calling out for her, one side of my closet still has her clothes in it and her book is still on 'her side' of the bed, I stumble into the room, shouting her name, her sweatshirt is lying on the floor and I scoop it up, hugging it to my chest and burying my face in the soft fabric, it smells like her perfume "(Y/N) where are you?" I whimper.
Ashton: The taste of your lips on the tip of my tounge, is at the top of the list of the things I want
I groan and open my eyes, fumbling around in the darkness beside me, but the bed is cold. It was just a dream. She's not here. "Fucking hell" I mumble, I could have sworn it was real, I could feel her warm skin, her silky hair, I could taste her vanilla lip gloss on my tongue. So why isn't she here?
