5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

The Only Reason

*IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END!*

WARNING: there's some indication of violence and general sadness about love and stuff! 

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Ashton:

Bitter words spoken, everything broken; it's never too late to bring us back to life.

You looked around the room, seeing shattered remnants on the floor of past memories, a dark spot of last Valentine's Day that spilt from the vase holding the roses, and shared clothing scattered everywhere. It always came to this, always a mess that you were left cleaning through blurry eyes. You softly moved to the farthest point from the door where you were standing near and began picking up the piles of cloth, careful to not step o the glass. You couldn't help but replay everything that happened, hearing Ashton's words once again, feeling your arms swiftly move through the air as they threw whatever was in your hands to the hard floor, surely to make a disturbance to the people underneath your apartment. Your eyes gazed the room to find the laundry basket flipped upside down near the closet, the last thing Ashton flipped before leaving. You walked over to it, picking it up as soft as if handling a newborn, quietly placing it correctly and dropping the clothing to the bottom. Your body felt heavy, as if you couldn't move anymore, sliding to the floor, head in your hands as tears spilt out. Ashton's words would not leave your head, speaking over and over. 'I don't know why I ever loved you, you're nothing but rude and obnoxious' You knew he didn't mean anything he said, it was just the heat of the moment. Although you two hardly ever fought, when you did it wasn't stupid reasons and small bickers, it was serious issues and big arguments, but you always forgave each other because you knew your love was too strong. You looked up, your eyes meeting the silence in the room. That is, until Ashton walked in, looking around to find you, finally seeing you on the floor. It took him all of two seconds to come and sit with you, his arms around you and hugging you tight. "I'm sorry," he repeated in your ear, kissing your cheek every so often. "I'm sorry too," you whispered, nudging your head deeper into his chest. "I love you," your eyes meet as you both said it together, laughing at how well you know each other.

Michael:

Even though my dizzy head is numb, I swear my heart is never giving up; you're the reason, the only reason.

It was raining on a Friday night; the full moon lightening the road beneath Michael's soaked feet. No umbrella, no hood, just a light jacket and himself. His feet took him away from the bar he was in with the other boys, his head spinning with each step he took. Tears were mistaken for rain, the heartache mistaken for being drunk; the beer went right to his heart and the pain right to his head. "Michael!" The boys yelled behind him, trying their best to catch up. He knew they were behind him yet he didn't want to stop, only wanting to get farther away. Every so often his hand would wave them off, telling them to go away but of course they did not. They would continue to shout his name as if he would turn around or go to them. "Michael! Mikey!" He could hear them coming closer and he could feel his body weakening. "No!" He stopped and turned to them. "No, okay?" Calum looked at Luke who looked at Ashton, all confused and worried. "What do you mean buddy?" Ashton asked, moving his hand to place it upon Michael's shoulder in a comforting manner. His eyes looked soothing, as if lulling Michael to sleep. His tone was soft like he was talking to a young child. "I know you guys want me to-" Michael stopped mid-sentence, looking around then back to Ashton-"I know you guys want me to go see (Y/N) but I don't want to. She's the fucking reason I'm here, like this. She's the reason I'm in this pain. She's the reason we broke up. She's the reason I fucking loved anyone and now... now no one loved me." Ashton shook his head, hugging Michael in a manner of assuredness. 'No's' were whispered into Michael's ear, trying to keep him calm in his state, crying with a mess of soaked faces and hair stuck to their foreheads while clothes stuck to their bodies. "You are loved. We love you, the fans love you, and (Y/N) still loved you, but if she did this to you she's not worth it. Losing her isn't the end of the world-it's the beginning of a paradise because it's better you lose her now than later when you're even deeper in love." You knew you still loved Michael and you knew everything that happened was because of you, and you knew that you absolutely had to do something to get him back because for you-it was the end of the world.