5SOS Preferences

#87 The Heart Wants What It Wants

#87 The Heart Wants What it Wants - Selena Gomez (lyrics)

Luke: 'the bed’s getting cold and you’re not here/the future that we hold is so unclear'
 
The weeks went by slowly. You were slumping by your life, going to your job but not giving it your all. You avoided going home, hating how your bed was still cold. You never checked your phone. You hardly felt like you existed.

“How can she continue like this?” you heard Michael, your friend ask. You turned to him and exhaled.

“Michael, I don’t know. I miss him so much,” you bit your lip and his gaze dropped, he held your hand and ran his thumb up the back of your hand.

“(Y/N) just call him,” Michael sighed. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s not that easy, Michael.”

“Really?” Michael took out his phone and Luke’s number was up in seconds- you forgot how close they were.

“Hello?” his cracked voice echoed through the speaker on Michael’s phone.

“Hi,” Michael smiled.

“How you holding up?” he asked to Luke. There was a sigh.

“Terrible,” Luke coughed, “I bet she’s fucking glad to get rid of me, but I can’t do it. I thought I knew what was best. I…I was wrong.” You seized the phone from Michael and held it to your mouth, watching the brown haired boy in front of you nod.

“Luke,” you breathed, “I missed you too,” you told him, almost in tears. Michael turned the speaker off and you pressed the phone to you your ear.

“Baby,” he breathed, his beautiful, melodic voice thrilling you.

“(Y/N), baby, oh my God,” he breathed. You smiled. Your future with Luke, though unclear, looked a little brighter.

“Luke,” you whisperered whilst pleading, “Come home. Please.”

He let out a breath, sounding relieved, “I will. I can’t wait to hold you again.”  

Calum: 'I’m hoping after this fever I’ll survive' 

Everything was finished. You checked off another thing on your list. There was one thing left- get over Cal-the one thing you’d thought hardest of them all. The morning after your fight with Calum, you’d woken up on the floor. You spent a long time on that floor, sitting and thinking.

When you finally got up, you stepped on the picture that had smashed. It was over. It really was. You made a list- a list that, going day by day, would shape your life whilst you tried to wrap your head around everything- starting with small things, like take shower or eat breakfast but the further down the list, the harder the things looked. Sort Cal’s clothes and pack away everything that was his looked hard as hell, but once you got there, you were able to do them quite easily. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, as the doorbell went. You walked over and opened it, revealing Calum. You’d told him to come collect his shit today, but hadn’t expected him to look so… nervous.

“Don’t be scared, Cal,” you told him, leaving the door open and tucking your list into your pocket. He stepped in slowly. You stood by the boxes that were his- from plates, to clothes, to videogames. You’d sorted everything.

“It’s all yours,” you told him. He nodded. And just like that- the way he nodded, taking it all in. He hadn’t thought through it either. And just like that- you were reminded that he didn’t think. So you were happy, because shaping your life with the list, thinking about things, it helped. You were able to survive. You smiled to yourself, Calum picking up boxes to take with him.

You survived.

Michael:  'This is a modern fairytale/No happy ending'

"Happy Valentines Day, Princess" You read out loud in his accent, shoving the card in the trash.

“Dick,” you muttered to yourself. "Love you" you quoted a note he’d left you.

“Liar,” you hissed, ripping it up and placing the pieces in the black bin bag. It was actually therapeutic. You always believed yours and Michael’s relationship was like a real fairytale. You just never really remembered the part where the Prince cheats on his Princess and she ended up tearing all his shit up and throwing it away. Your voice seemed loud and alone, so you turned on the TV as to drown out your mumbling. The universe obviously must hate you, as the default show was a 5SOS interview.

“Do you hate me, TV?” you asked. Michael was sporting his newest hair colour, nodding but not paying attention to the interviewer. He looked quite sad.

“Good,” you said to your TV, sitting on the edge of the sofa. The interviewer asked Michael a question about your breakup, and you waited for him to answer.

“It was sudden.”

Michael whispered, “And… it was my fault. I see the reports stating otherwise, but they’re bullshit. I don’t want to say anything else about it.”

He looked up, tears in his eyes. It didn’t seem like their was a happy ending for either the price or the princess in this situation. You had to deal with his stuff, and he had to deal with the guilt. 

Ashton: 'There’s a million reasons why I should give you up/ But the heart wants what it wants' 

Making breakfast wasn’t supposed to be a game, but with Ashton it was. He hid everything the next morning, thinking it would be funny. Hilarious. You stormed into the bedroom, rolling Ashton towards you.

“Yeah, babe?” he asked, cupping your face with his hand, which you pushed away.

“Where’s the breakfast shit?” you asked. He shrugged, smirking and rolling away. It probably would have been funny, if you hadn’t been reminded by the clothes and of your phone lighting up with twitter notifications that he’d cheated on you.

“Ashton,” you snapped and saw him tense up.

“Where the fuck are the eggs?” you asked. He sat up and looked at you. 

"Are you okay?” he asked, and you glared at him. 

"Yeah, babe. I’m great.My boyfriend cheated on me and hid everything to make food but I’m doing great.”

“(Y/N) I said I was sorry.”

“And I called you a  pig, but if you don’t get me the eggs I’ll make you into fucking bacon. Okay?” you asked. He nodded, widening his eyes. 

"Don’t be such a tight ass,” he mumbled.

“Don’t sleep with other people and I’ll not be a tight ass. I don’t know why I haven’t left you yet, Ashton,” you sighed. It was true. You actually had no idea why you hadn’t left him. There was only one- you loved him. But it was moments like this- where he pushed your buttons so much you thought you were going to kill him- that you realised it would be like this until he decided to leave. There was just no going back with Ashton Irwin.

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