5sos Preferences

Preference #11 You were a bet part 2

You were a bet part 2 ( last part)

Calum:

You walked towards your car, tears still falling. Calum rushed behind you, asking what’s wrong but you just ignored him. You shoved your back into the backseat, opening up the drivers door. But it got stuck, looking up you saw Calum’s hand holding it shut, ‘What is going on? Where are you going?’ He asked, his voice sounded really hurt but you couldn’t care less. ‘Away from you.’ His face fell, a questioning look on his face. You tired opening the car door again, but his hand was still firmly holding it shut. ‘What have I done?’ He whispered after a while, his voice seemed broken. All your emotions were building up. You raised your hand and slapped him, pushing him back as you did. ‘What the fuck?!’ He shouted, cradling his cheek. ‘I can’t believe I ever loved you. I was just a damn bet! For money! You used me, in the worst way possible. You pretended to love me, to care for me. I had fucking sex with you, was that all fake?!’ Your voice was louder than expected. ‘No! Of course it wasn’t fake.’ He said, his hand still on his cheek. It looked like he was about to cry. ‘I love you!’ He stood up, walking towards you. His removed his ahem from his cheek, seeing a red mark on there. You smiled inside, happy that you had hurt him like he had hurt you. He put both hands on your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours. You didn’t fall for it you just pushed him off. Putting both your middles fingers up at him before jumping in the car and driving off.

Luke:


The feelings dragged with you, they stay with you for months. You couldn’t even look at another man, feeling so scared. Luke had hurt, and you didn’t think anyone could heal it. You were out with your few friends, going shopping and stopping off ant cafés and coffee shops when you needed a break. Right now you were in Starbucks, having your favourite order. You were talking to everyone when suddenly all their faces turned sour. You stopped speaking, turning to where their eyes were looking. You face turned exactly the same as theirs once you saw what they were looking at. ‘Great.’ You whispered, turning around. ‘Can we go?’ You whispered, they nodded picking up their drinks and bags before trying to sneakily walk past the door. Trying not to be noticed by the band. You were very close to the door when you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning round you saw Luke standing their. Ashamed and looking guilty. ‘I’m sorry.’ Was the first thing he said. You rolled your eyes, not believing him. ‘Can we sit?’ He asked, pointing to an empty table. You looked back at your friends, who all nodded. ‘No.’ You said. ‘I don’t care what you have to say, all I know now is that I hate you. And that will never ever go away. So whatever you try and do. There’s no point. The amount of times you say you love me or you’re sorry just add more hatred in my eyes. So I would shut up I were you.’ Your voice quiet, but you could tell it was angry. He face showed more shock than it did hurt. The fact that you could not forgive him, shocked him. You walked away, smiling feeling like you and accomplished something today.

Ashton:


Ashton didn’t really expect you home, so he didn’t really notice anything had been different. He rang you, asking you to come over but you didn’t respond. He made up some excuse, but tried again later yet the same result. He started to get concerned, but he left it. The next day, when you still hadn’t picked up or made any contact with him he was getting really scared. He travelled to your house, hoping you would be there. He knocked, and waited a couple of seconds before knocking again. ‘Please answer.’ He whispered. ‘Alright, I’m coming!’ You shouted, rushing down the stairs. You opened the door, to see Ashton their a big smile on his face. ‘Hi.’ He said, his accent coming through in his words. He hugged you, kissing your cheek. You pushed him off, wiping your cheek. ‘What?’ He asked, confused. ‘What are you doing here?’ You asked, crossing your arms. ‘Well, I called you last night and you didn’t answer so I got worried so I came round here..’ He smiled even brighter.
‘Sure you were.’ You say, moving your hand to close the door. ‘Wait,!’ Ashton said, putting his hand in the door. ‘What have I done wrong?’ Hug asked. You scoffed, ‘What haven’t you done wrong?’ You asked. ‘Have you checked your phone recently?’ You questioned, He nodded slowly, hoping that it would be the right answer. ‘Why?’ He asked, dragging the word.
‘I saw your alarm. I saw the texts, I saw everything. I know everything. I was a bet, well I hoped that worked out for you!’ You said, putting fake happiness into your voice. ‘Oh.’ Was all Ashton could say, ‘I suppose you think I am here to break up with you.’ ‘No.’ You said. ‘It appears I have already done that.’ You said. ‘We’re over. What you did was horrible, you played with my emotions, you used me. And the consequences are only going to effect me. You are going to move on where as I am stuck here. Hurt, angry and most of all scared. I’m scared for another relationship. Another person to use me and then destroy me. Like you did, so thanks for that you dickhead.’ you said, his hands had left the door, meaning you could close it. ‘I love y-’ Ashton was saying, but you had closed the door. Leaning your bald against it, you slowly fell to the floor, tears pouring. Heart hurting.

Michael:


He tried contacting you, but it was no use. You would never answer. He came round a couple of times, talking to your mum and trying to convince her to let him in. But she refused, she was angry at him as well, for hurting you. You watched through the window, as he walked back failing to get into the house again. His head was hung low, the car door slammed loudly when he got into. When he started to drive, he drove fast. You walked down stairs, weak and still hurt. You were starting to take side effect on all this heart broken stuff. You weren’t eating, you didn’t really go outside, your phone was off everyday. Your friends tried to contact you, but understanding what had happened they let you deal with it. You cried yourself to sleep most nights, not just because of loosing Michael. But how low you felt, how stupid you felt. Loosing Michael wasn’t that sad. The emotions that came with this bet is what messed you up. At least he was honest, was the only excuse your mum could make for him. But you shrugged it off. No excuse can be made for a low life dickhead like him

A/N: 

Yeah I Know these have sad endings but there will not be a third part! I wll take other requests though. :)