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Amnesia song pref (part4/final)

Michael:
A part of you wanting to leave so badly, but yet the other part of you were determined to stay on this blanket. "Hi." He said in a quiet voice, taking a seat next to you. "Who planned this?" You gestured to the blanket and the lights. "Luke." He answered, playing small chords on his guitar. "He thought we needed to talk." Michael shrugged as he placed the guitar beside you, silence falling around in the atmosphere. He started to look around when his eyes landed on something. "Who's the girl?" Michael suddenly asked, his eyes scanning against the massive full wall window showing some of the living room, a woman standing in front of Micky with his hand placed on her not so tiny belly bump showing from her crop top. Michael's question made you look up in confuse, looking towards the window he was pointing at. A sad smile appeared on your face, you let out a small sigh. "That's Pam. Micky's pregnant fiancée." You said with an extra pressure on pregnant. Michael gave you a shocked expression as you kept on glaring at them, all the theories in his mind being concluded as fails. "Shit." He cursed looking back at the window again, Micky giving her a kiss on the cheek before they disappeared from the window. "She had a pregnancy scare a couple of weeks ago. Micky was in pure panic and didn't really know what to do so he called me. I helped her out. That's the reason why I was away so often." You explained removing yourself so your legs were crossed. Michael kept on staring at you, the puzzles in his head being pulled together. "I ruin fucking everything." He groaned leaning back on the blanket, his head banging as it connected with the soft ground. Looking down at him, sadness overcame you as he was running his hands up and down his face, small groans leaving his mouth "I'm a complete asshole". Without hesitation, you grabbed one of his hands slowly; intertwining your fingers together and he lifted his head slightly, opening one of his eyes to look at you. "What are y-""You're not an asshole." You interrupted in a mumble, having his hand now in your lap as you were fiddling with his fingers, gazing your thumb over his tattoo. "Please." He laughed sarcastically, shaking his head at you before placing his head back on the blanket. "I really thought you guys had something going on." He mumbled in a raspy voice. "I genially am sorry, I was just-" "Insecure?" You finished for him, a small crooked smile appearing on your lips. "I guess." He mumbled, opening his eyes again, looking at your fiddled fingers. "Is there any possibility we'll get back together?" He asked sitting up straighter. "Ow." A loud moan sounded from the bushes making you turn your head towards the sound, Michael doing the same. "You idiot." Luke commented. "It's not my fault that this bush is full of thorns." Ashton hissed, the both of them appearing from the top of the bush now. "Guys we're kind of in the middle of something here." Michael groaned, looking annoyed at the two boys as they stumbled away. "Just pretend that we weren't here, we'll go see if Pam has gotten some patches." Luke smiled, grabbing onto Ashton's arm. Michael eyed them as they stumbled over to the door before heading inside. "Idiots." He commented shaking his head at them. "They're great." You smiled making him nod his head at you, letting out a small smile as well. "Shouldn't we dig in into this basket, I'm starving?" You commented before grabbing the basket opening it. "As a date?" Michael said with a smirk, moving closer to you. "We'll see what happens." You laughed, and he gave you an award winning smile before kissing the back of your hand.

Ashton:
Silence had taken over the ride; the only thing illuminating was the car's equipment. You let out a small a small yawn, leaning more back in the seat as your tired eyes were focused on the road. Ashton had been quiet the whole ride, you didn't really know if he was awake or not since you wouldn't dare to look at him. When you arrived at your house you helped him into your flat, using a hella lot of time on carrying you're not so easy ex-boyfriend up against the stairs towards your bedroom. "I can sleep on the floor." He suggested in a slur but you only shook your head him. "Its fine, I'll go find a bucket and some pills." You mumbled sprinting over to the bathroom as Ashton took a sit – or more likely sprawling himself on the side of the bed he usually were sleeping at. "Y/N if you don't stop making the room spin, I'll throw up." Ashton moaned, and you didn't hesitate to sprint over to his side of the bed, grabbing the bucket you had placed in case of what was going to happen now. "Fuck." He mumbled before splitting his content from his stomach into the bucket, a mixture of blue liquid and what could probably be chips flying out from his mouth. He kept on gulping more and more up until he suddenly stopped, heavy pants leaving his lips. He spit out some leftovers before letting out a groan, letting himself fall into your chest. "2 seconds Ash I need to place it on the floor." You said quietly, moving yourself a bit so you could place it on the floor before moving back, letting him having his head resting at your chest. He was still panting heavily but he was calming more down as your fingers went through his hair. "God I miss you." He whined, looking up at you. "You're drunk Ash." "I basically just spilled half of my organs out in your bucket. I really doubt there's any alcohol left in my stomach. Y/N come on, you know me, why the fuck wouldn't I miss you." He said with a groan afterwards. Reaching behind you, you grabbed a glass of water that was placed on your nightstand, placing it on front of his lips, letting him take a zip. "I don't know." You mumbled before placing the glass back on its place. "I did one mistake Y/N. And I've been a complete mess since it happened." He looked over at your mirror to see yours and his reflection in the dark. "I don't know what to say." You confessed getting eye contact with him in the mirror. "You don't have to say anything." He said quietly fiddling with the duvet next to you guys. "I just want you to know that no matter what my heart always belong to you. And this is not drunk slurs." He added the seriousness in his tone and eyes letting you know that he was actually speaking the truth. "Can I just.. Lay down with you for a bit?" Looking at his pleading eyes you nodded your head before the both of you lay down on the bed, Ashton taking the duvet over the both of you, before swinging and arm over your waist, letting him pull you into his chest. "Missed this." He hummed against your neck, sending goose bumps on your body. "Yeah." You breathed, looking over at him to see that he was already staring at you. Without hesitation, Ashton leaned his head forward, but before the connection happened you removed your face from his. "You just vomited. You know me. Can't kiss you." You said making him let out a laugh. "So I have a chance later." He asked making you nod your head at him. "Good." He mumbled before closing his eyes.