Luke: "Where are you? & I’m so sorry, I can not sleep; I can not dream tonight."
You lay in your bed tossing and turning, trying your hardest to get the rest you so desperately needed. The night creatures making noises and your dark surroundings weren’t helping you sleep, not to mention the fact that he wasn’t lying beside you as he normally always was. Instead, he was out patrolling the world with god only knows who; he was doing god only knows what. You let out a breath as you rolled on your back and sobs escaped your mouth, hot tears now trailing down your cheeks as you could only invision who Luke was with or where he was, even what he was doing. You bit your lip and closed your eyes as you let the sobs rack your body, the tears beginning to roll down your neck and onto the sheets beneath you. All this was happening because of some stupid fight you’d started over nothing. You were alone tonight because of your own stupidity, and it was causing you to stress more about it more than he was. You couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t go into dreamland like you loved; you were stuck wondering: Where are you, Luke? With no one to blame but yourself.
Ashton: "…and at night we’ll wish this never ends; wish this never ends."
His hand held tightly onto yours as the two of you lay in the bed of his truck, staring up at the starry sky above you. It was a beautiful night; warm and dark, just the way you liked it. Ashton had brought you out on your last date before he had to leave you for tour, and even though you were happy you got to spend his last day home with him; you were heartbroke that he had to leave you for months at a time before you’d get to see him again. You wouldn’t be able to touch him or kiss him in so many months, and you were scared what that would do to your relationship since you hadn’t been dating long, and you’d never been separated that far away for such a long amount of time. You bit your lip and rolled on your side to face him, staring into his light eyes made you wonder how you’d be able to handle being away from him for so long. “I won’t do anything while I’m away, (Y/N). I care about you too much and you know that.” Ashton says without taking his eyes away from the sky. You giggle and shake your head, pulling yourself closer to him. “I just don’t want tonight to be over with, because that means you’ll have to leave me in the morning.” you say with a trembling voice as Ashton sighs and nods, pulling you fully into him as he rests his chin on top of your head. “I wish tonight would never end, (Y/N).”
Calum: "Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."
He awakes with a jolt, breathing heavily and in a cold sweat as his eyes scan across the room. Of course he was alright, that was just a nightmare after all. Calum stretched and looked over at the clock, groaning inwardly to himself as he read that it was only eleven at night and you still weren’t home from work yet. His heart was beating loud in his ears and his nerves were shot from the images he’d just saw in his dream - er, well, his nightmare. Calum needed you there with him, he needed you to cuddle up to so he would be assured that everything was okay, but you weren’t home yet. He only knew of one other thing to do, and that was to call you on your shift. Though he hated to do it, he needed to talk to you and hear your voice to calm himself down. Your phone rang three times before you finally answered it in a hushed tone. “Hello?” you answered, and already Calum felt better. “(Y/N).” he says into the receiver, and he can almsot feel your smile as soon as you heard his voice. “Yes, love?” you answer back. Calum lays himself back down and keeps you talking, just to hear your voice to calm himself back to sleep.
Michael: “Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head.”
You bit your lip as you watched him playing his guitar beside you, his eyes concentrated and his hands moving swiftly across the chords to produce beautiful sounding melodies. You were positioned so that your feet were behind him and your arms were behind your head as you listened to him play, your mind playing words of his over and over as each note was played. Of course the two of you were broken up now; he even had a girlfriend who was expecting her first child with Michael. You were insanely jealous of her and you hated the fact that you’d gone and let him go, but what could you do now? You were too late to try and get him back now, and even though you hated to admit it to yourself; you needed Michael more than he needed you. It actually surprised you when he came over at your request. “(Y/N)? The song is over…” he whispers as he sees you half asleep. Your eyes jolt open and you bring yourself to sit upright, placing a hand on his guitar to keep him from moving. “Don’t.” you whisper. He raises his eyebrow and moves his guitar, from his lap anyway; looking at you. “Don’t what?” he asks as he opens his arms to bring you to an embrace, but you laugh sarcastically and shake your head with a sadistic smile. “Don’t waste your time on me. You’re already the voice inside my head.”
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