- 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙, though perhaps cringy - "𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙. -

The last thing Ashton ever wanted to do was hurt Luke, but he couldn't help it. The singer was just so beautiful, so ethereal and otherworldly that it took his breath away most of the time. Everyone felt that way about their best friend though, right? It was normal. No use getting unnecessary feelings involved, it was better this way. Luke understood. Luke wasn't sure when this thing between him and Ashton started, or how it started, but it didn't matter. He was in too deep to go back now. So Luke would let Ashton use him, hurt his feelings and crawl back with apologies. Because at the end of the day, even when Luke had to watch Ashton leave the bar with a new pretty blonde each night, he knew the drummer would eventually end up back in his bed. And Luke told himself he was okay with that.

Camber has been bullied by Calum Hood for too long, when something unexpected happens, Camber wants to get away, after years and years of bing bullied she can't risk it anymore. 3 years later Calum finds her, but he's different. Is he the Calum she use to know, or has he changed?

- 𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - "𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴." - 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚. - © 2020 sugarcoatedpainn

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP