You have surgery and he surprises you
Ashton: You were very athletic and during one of your events, you tore a ligament in your knee. Ashton was on tour and you weren't sure you wanted to tell him what happened. You knew he'd be worried sick and would want to drop everything to come take care of you. You were scheduled to have surgery to repair your torn ligament and called Ashton's mom to let her know. You knew he would listen to her if she told him there was nothing to worry about. Your surgery was scheduled for next week and you were a bit nervous. Pulling out your phone, you texted Ashton. "Hey babe:) Remember when I twisted my knee? Yeah... the doc said I'll need surgery. I don't want you to worry about me. I'll be ok:)" You knew he'd worry. Your phone buzzed. "WHAT?!?! I'm coming home." You sighed. "Ash you don't have to. I'll be fine." Even though he was thousands of miles away, you knew what he was doing. He was probably staring at the screen of his phone with his head in his hands. He wanted so badly to be there for you. After a few minutes he texted you back, wishing you luck and promising to stay put. After your surgery, you woke up to bright lights and a steady beeping sound. Someone was sitting in the chair next to you. "Ash?" He put down the magazine he was looking through and smiled. "How do you feel, baby?" he asked, sweeping his thumb across your knuckles. "You didn't leave your tour did you?! Ash! The fans will be upset!" He shook his head. "Babe, you don't have to worry. We had the week off to go visit family or do whatever we wanted so I came to see you." He gave you a warm smile and kissed your hand. "Well I'm glad you're here." you said, smiling and giving him a peck on the lips.
Calum: You had just had heart surgery and were spending the next few weeks in the hospital. Your boyfriend had been with you for the first three days but had to leave on business with his band. One day during the third week, you were watching TV and eating your lunch when the nurse came in. "How are you feeling today, sweetheart?" she asked with a friendly smile. "I'm alright. Do you think the stitches will be out before my birthday?" Your birthday was in four days and you hated the idea of spending your birthday in the hospital with stitches in your chest. "You should be able to get them out soon, sweetie. I'll ask the doctor about it when I see him today." You laid back on your pillows, taking another bite of your lunch and texting Calum "Good luck at your show tonight!!!! love you <3" Calum texted back right away. "Thanks baby i luv u too;)" You smiled. You and Calum were planning a skype date for your birthday since he was out of the country. If he couldn't be there in person, at least you had the next best thing. On the day of your birthday, you had your laptop all set up to skype with Calum. You started to worry when he didn't answer. A half hour went by and you started to think he must have forgotten your birthday. A knock on your door startled you out of your thoughts. "Hi, Y/N." Calum stood in your doorway with flowers and a little stuffed bear. "I'm sorry I'm late."
Luke: You had just gotten your tonsils out and you were so hungry. You were afraid you wouldn't be able to eat because your throat was so sore. You changed out of your hospital gown and into your regular clothes, getting ready to go home. Your doctor came in to check on you and told you everything went well and you were allowed to go home. Your mom was supposed to come pick you up in 15 minutes so sat out in the waiting room for a while. You stood up when you saw your mom's car pull into the parking lot. Your eyes widened when you saw Luke step out of the passenger seat. A huge smile crossed your face and Luke came over and hugged you. You gripped his shoulders tightly. "I'm so happy you're here!" you whispered, your voice raspy. "Shhh, baby, try not to talk" Luke said. "How about we go home and put on a movie and I'll get us some ice cream?" You nodded, taking Luke's hand and heading to the car.
Michael: "Y/N?" You had just gotten out of surgery and were still a little woozy from the sleeping medicine. "Y/N? Babe?" You blinked a few times. Michael was sitting next to you. "Mikey?" This wasn't right... Michael was on tour...You must be hallucinating. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "You're supposed to be on tour..." He nodded. "I came to see you and make sure you were ok. Your mom called me and told me that you collapsed and I got here as soon as I could. I was so worried." he said, taking your hand and rubbing small circles on your knuckles. "So I'm not hallucinating?" He laughed. "No, baby. I'm really here."
