Ashton: Today was a very stressful day. Your co worker showed up 4 hours late, leaving you to do her work. You woke up late, bad hair day, and you had stress out the wazzoo. All you wanted to do was go home to your lovely boyfriend, get into your sweats, and eat. When you walked through your door, you were instantly hit with the aroma of your favorite candle. "Ash?" "I'm up here, babe!" Ashton called out. He was in the bathroom. Going up the stairs, you heard the water on, and the sweet swell became stronger. You cautiously poked your head into the bathroom, only to see a bubble bath, candles, and ice cream. You were frightened by muscular arms wrapping around your waist. "You seemed extremely stressed on the phone earlier, so I wanted to do this for you." You gripped his face, and smashed his lips to yours. "I fucking love you Irwin. You know that, right?" He smiled. "Well duh." The rest of the evening was spent laying in his arms, enjoying the warm water. He fed you, gave you massages, and you had some pretty hot make-out sessions. It was absolutely wonderful.
Calum: Lately, your self confidence was running a little low. Hate never usually got to you, but some of the comments about your weight stung. You were determined to prove them wrong. Everyday you've been going to the gym for two hours. You've been eating little, and drinking lots of water. It has definitely been paying off. However, it wasn't very healthy. Cal noticed, but was too scared to confront you. After a long, grueling day at the gym, you walked through the door and made a B-Line to the bathroom. You took off your clothes, and gently sat in the warm bubble bath. The warm water felt amazing on your sore muscles. Maybe you've been pushing it a bit, but this was going to make Cal love you more. You were nearly asleep when the bathroom door opened. There stood Cal. "Mind if I join?" You just shook your head, too tired to talk. He took off his clothes and hopped in right behind you. "You know, Y/N, I think you are absolutely beautiful. Your curves are the sexiest. I think you should be working out to be healthy, not to appear thinner. I love your body the way it is. If you were curvier, slimmer, no matter what. I wouldn't care. You'd still be beautiful." This made you melt. With tears spilling out of your eyes, you cuddled into Cal's chest. "I have no idea how I got lucky enough to have you, Cal." He smiled, and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "We were made for each other." He said.
Luke: "Okay, I get it Luke. I don't need to be reminded every five fucking minutes that I'm being bitchy. Just leave me alone." You said, slamming the bathroom door. You and Luke had been fighting all of that day. You were irritated with Luke because he forgot to tell you where he went last night. You have no problem with him going out, and you didn't care how late he stayed out. But you wanted to know where he was. Just so if anything bad were to happen, you could just go straight there. It was a rule between the both of you. You had to tell him where you were too. You forgot once, and he threw this huge fit. You knew that you should've remembered, and you learned your lesson. But when he forgets it and you scold him, he says that you are overreacting and being a bitch. It made no sense to you. So here you are, secluded in the bathroom about to take a bubble bath to calm down. You lit a few candles and settled down. About 20 minutes after getting in, the door opened. Luke was only wearing a towel around his waist. He was going to try to get in the bath with you. "No Luke. Leave." Ignoring your demands, he pulls you into his arms. You were trying to unravel yourself from his arms, but he wouldn't budge. Giving up, you lay your head on his chest. "I'm sorry baby. I should've called you." "And?" "And I'm sorry for calling you a bitch." "And?" "Wait, what else did I do?" "Apologize for being irresistable." He smiled. "Why would I say sorry for that?" Softly smiling, you reply with, "Because it makes me love you even more, Luke."
Michael: A week ago, your best friend had tragically passed away. You were at work when you found out. To say you were a mess was an absolute understatement. You were destroyed. Ruined. Damaged beyond repair. She was one of the only people you could trust. And to know that she was gone, broke you. Your days are nothing but laying in bed and crying. Only getting up to use the restroom. Michael witnessed you become nothing, and it broke his heart. He wanted so bad to help you, but he knew there was nothing he could do at the moment to make you feel better. He couldn't imagines losing one of the boys, so he let you mourn in peace. On the tenth day, he thought it was time to get you up for a bit. He walked into your shared bedroom and picked you up bridal style. "What are you doing?" You asked. "We're going to take a bath together. Let's clean you up and cuddle." He sat you down on the toilet seat and started to undress you. He pulled the bun out of your hair and picked you up once again. Once he sat you down in the bathtub, he undressed and sat right behind you. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you started to cry again. He pulled you close, and held you. "She may not be here physically Y/N, but she is in your heart. She is going to look after you. It may hurt now, but you'll soon realize that everything happens for a reason. She is in a better place now." You cried harder, knowing his words were true. You stayed like that for the a majority of the night. All of your emotion came out, and if felt good. He was with you every step of the way.
