(YOUR P.O.V) SLIGHT SMUT WARNING!!!
Ashton: I watched as he took punch after punch, then delivered it right back to the opponent. With every hit I flinched, it hurt to see him get hurt but you knew he could win. The opponent was already stumbling, and he was standing strong. The bell rung, ending the third round. They went off to their separate corners. Thankfully, Ashton’s corner was directly diagonal from you, giving you and him the ability to look at each other. You mouthed ‘I love you’ to him, hoping to see him smile and repeat it back to you, thankfully he did. The bell rang again signaling the fourth and final round, they stood up and shook hands. The opponent was the one to throw the first punch, smashing his fist into his cheek. Ashton hit the floor and the timer started. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5 seconds passed and he still hasn’t gotten up. Your mind was flooded with ‘ASHTON GET UP!!!!’. Noticing the time was up to 7 seconds. You shouted “Ashton. GET UP!!!” His eyes shot open and he sprung to his feet, making the crowd erupt into cheers. He caught his balance, and stared the opponent in the eye with his arms raised. The opponent sends his fist soaring through the air, aiming for Ashton’s cheek again. His fist hit his arm, and Ashton sent his leg through the air successfully kicking him in the cheek. He went down and passed out. Ashton had won! You ran up to Ashton and planted a hard kiss on his lips. “You won baby!” “And it’s all thanks to you! I wouldn’t of have woke up in time without you, baby. You helped me win. Thank you so much!” “How did I get lucky enough to get you?” And with that he planted a hard kiss on your lips.
Luke: I watched from my locker as he received the praise from winning the night before. He smiled as he thanked the people who clapped him on the back, asked him for autographs, congratulated him, and hugged him. He had a small cut on his eyebrow and and a bruise on his cheek, I remembered taking care of the cuts and bruises on his body last night. I closed my locker door and headed for library, I really needed to study for the test tomorrow. Luke was suppose to study with me but he was obviously too caught up with his “fans”. The tears started to spring up in my eyes, and I couldn’t hold them back. What if he got too big and forgot about me? What if he didn’t love me anymore? I suddenly felt two strong hands spin me around. “Babe, why did you run away? We were supposed to study together. Baby, why are you crying?” “What if you forget about me?” I looked up at him and saw confusion flash through his eyes. “You were so happy when you were being congratulated. You are going to get big, and then get big and forget about your high school sweetheart.” “Baby, you are mental if you think that! I can never forget about you! When everybody was congratulating me all I could think about you. I kept looking at you, and it broke my heart seeing how sad you were. You are all I think about when I’m in a fight, that’s why I never look at you. YOU ARE MY WEAKNESS Y/N!” “You really mean that Luke?” “I couldn’t mean it more.” He grabbed my face and smashed his lips onto my lips. I pulled away after a few seconds, and looked him in the eyes. “I love you Luke.” “You have no idea baby, no idea Y/N.” He hugged me and squeezed tight. “Hey Luke, I really hate to ruin this moment. But we need to go study.” “Yeah we do! Jump on! The bruise on my back doesn’t hurt anymore.” I jumped onto his back and let out a squeal, causing him to let out an even louder laugh.
Michael: He hissed as I dabbed the cut on his left eyebrow, with a napkin damp with peroxide. “Baby, that hurts!” “I know. I’m sorry! The opponent cut you kind of deep.” I took a wet paper towel and wiped the dried blood from his knuckles, face, and arms. After several pieces of wet paper towel, he was clean from blood. “Considering you won, I would really hate to see how the opponent looks.” He laughed and kissed me on the cheeks. “What did you do that for Michael?” “I did that because I don’t thank you for being my number one supporter enough, and for being the person who cleans me up after every fight.” I blushed and smiled, thanking him by kissing his neck. The sight of all the cuts and bruises hurt me on the inside. But he was beautiful. “Y/N, can I ask you something?” “Go right ahead, my little boxer.” “If I lost the championship next month, would you still love me?” I put down the bandages and gauze I was preparing to wrap Michael’s hand with and climbed onto his lap. I grabbed his face. “Michael, I would love you if you lost every single match for the rest of your career. Losing your fights won’t make your sense of humor, your video game addiction, your passion, and everything else I love about you go away. So the answer is no, losing the championship next month won’t make me love you any less.” He rested his head on my shoulder, and I rested my head on his head. “I love you monkey.” “Y/N, I love you too much to explain it in a lifetime. I am absolutely crazy about you. I really, really don’t deserve you. You deserve a prince with millions of dollars and be able to spend all of his time with you. And a guy who you don’t have to clean up every other fight.” You laughed and kissed his cut and bruised knuckles. “Yeah I might deserve that, but I want you.” And with that you kissed him on the lips, as you two sat on the bench of a dressing room, of an arena that brought you and Michael closer than ever before.
Calum: “Are they true?” “What are you talking about?” I had saw another magazine with the same rumor on it, the fifth one today, that Calum had cheated on me with a groupie that went to every single of his fights. “Babe, they are just rumors.” “JUST RUMORS! ARE YOU SERIOUS? CALUM, THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR 2 MONTHS!” He sighed but didn’t respond. I left the living room and went upstairs to grab the three bags I had packed this morning. I walked back down the stairs and went to the door to slip my shoes on. “Where are you going?” His voice was laced with sadness and it made your heart break even more. “The rumors aren’t true, I have seen the magazines to and they aren’t true. You mean too much to me to hurt you.” Tears fell down both of our cheeks. “I need more Calum.” “I see her at every fight, but it’s a split second and then I look at you. And she just disappears. Every single fight, you blow me a kiss, tell me you love me, and tell me good luck. She just follows me around!” i turned around completely and we both saw the tears showering your faces. “Please don’t leave Y/N. I can’t be without you.” You dropped your bags and ran back into his arms. “Make me trust you more Calum. I want to but it’s getting harder.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Let me show you.” He picked me up and took me to the bedroom. “Baby, you are so beautiful. And I want to show you that you can trust me.” He lowered his head and bit into my neck, making me let out a extremely loud moan. I pushed us onto the bed, him landing on top of me. I could already feel his arousal against the inside of my thigh. And that night, he made sure I could trust him.
