Luke:
"It fits you nice." Rhonda commented as you were twirling around for her. "It's really cute." You admired looking down at yourself. "Wait Rhonda why is there still lights in the shop?" You suddenly asked, noticing the lights illuminating far away from the backroom. "I don't know." She said with a smirk. "Why don't you go check it." Looking at her with a raised eyebrow, you shrugged your shoulders before heading back to the front shop. As you came closer to where the light where you noticed a figure standing with its back towards you. "Sorry, uhm we're closed." You said making the person to turn around; your eyes were ready to pop out as you saw it was Luke. The both of you stared at each other for a couple of seconds before you in a quick move turned around on your heel, ready to leave as fast as possible. "Wait before you leave." Luke interrupted, standing in front of you in the doorframe. Looking up at him with a non-emotional face he let out a small breath. "At least give me some time to explain to you how much of a dick I've been and how sorry I am for it." "I'm listening." You said, raising an eyebrow at him. He gestured towards the table with his hand, making you roll your eyes at him before taking a seat, him sitting on the chair on the other side of the table. "This was Rhonda's idea wasn't it?" You asked breaking silence. "And Ashton." He added. "Okay Y/N I'm just gonna split this out right now. I've been a dick. A complete shithole to be honest. And I regret every single thing I've done to you that've made you either sad or angry. Seeing you sad is one of the things I hate the most and it hurts like fucking hell. My ego has taken over me for the past 2 months with the new album coming out and everything. All you wanted to do was to spend some time with me and I took it for granted. I totally cut you off my life and that was never on purpose. I can't believe I even let myself to do such things as that towards you. God I've just been so stressed it made me turn into a douche." He confessed. You only nodded your head at him, the sadness from him overcoming you as well. Luke nervously started to dry his now sweaty hands in his lap, making you notice the small bulge forming from his pocket. "Luke what is that in your pocket?" You asked looking down at the grayish fur showing a smaller bit from his jeans. He looked down by your question and his eyes widen as he saw the penguin. "Is it what I think it is?" You asked and he looked back at you, his mouth open but no words coming out. Taking the silence as a yes you pushed your chair out before walking over to him, grabbing the penguin, before taking a seat in his lap. "I can't believe you saved this." You said in awe looking back at him to see his almost shocked look because of your actions. "Wouldn't throw it out for anything." He said seriously, making you stare into his eyes, before leaning forward, connecting your lips with his. The kiss was small and fast, making his mind dizzy as you pulled your lips away from his, leaning your head against his forehead. "Does this mean we're getting back together." He whispered. "If you promise not to take your anger out on me anymore." You confessed, looking at him dead in the eye as he shook his head. "Never ever again." He said before letting your lips connect again.
Calum:
"Hey." Ashton yelled after you as you pushed through the both of them, already heading towards the stairs of Calum's flat. "I know where he's hiding." You yelled after them, and they hesitated to stop you but they didn't. Walking further down the hallway you turned to your right before smacking the door to Calum's bedroom open and the sound startled the Kiwi as he was sitting in his bed with his back facing the door. "What the.." He mumbled looking around curiously but his eyes widen as he saw you. "What are you doing here?" He hissed standing up from his bed. "We need to talk and I don't care if you wanna do it or not it's gonna happen right now." You said sternly, walking closer to him. "We have nothing to talk about Y/N." Calum said walking closer to you as well. "Oh you don't wanna talk with me? How about those 30+ texts you've send me over the past month." "What about them? Like you even fucking care you didn't even hesitate to ignore me each time." Calum fired back instantly, his nostrils becoming bigger as he spoke. " I did not ignore you." You said, your voice getting louder by each word. "Oh tell me, why didn't you answer a single one?" He asked with a fake joy in his voice, his voice matching yours now. "Because Chase deleted them!" You yelled making him give you a look that said clear disbelief. "Please Y/N come up with something more convincing than that." He snickered shaking his head at you. "Have I ever lied to you?" You yelled, a single tear running down your cheek. A pause broke between the two of you, pants leaving both of your lips. "No. You haven't." Calum said with a suspicious look, his eyebrow raising as he looked down at you. "Chase was jealous. Of me still liking you and getting texts from you all the time." You mumbled looking away from his gaze. "You still like me?" Calum asked above a whisper, trying to get eye contact with you. "Breaking up with you was probably one of the shittiest decisions I've ever made. I thought it would be better for me, better for you." You admitted now finally letting him get eye contact with you. "Chase always tried to get me on other thoughts. But somehow you always ended up coming back in my mind." As you finished speaking, Calums face softened by your words. "But its fine if you don't wanna be with me anymore. I ruined it myself, and I doubt that I can fix it." You said looking down again making Calum place his hands on either side of your cheeks before pulling you in for a much needed kiss to the both of you's satisfaction. Calum let his thumb brush your cheek whilst holding them making you place your hand over his, him backing you until the back of your knees hit the madras. All of the sudden a knock appeared from Calum's closed door making him pull away from you. "What?" Calum almost yelled towards the door, waiting for an answer. "Have you killed each other yet?" Ashton asked through the door making both you and Calum roll your eyes at them. "No." You yelled, and you heard some shuffle from the door. "Good." Luke answered before the sound of footsteps appeared but fainting more and more away. "I kind of barged into your house." You admitted gesturing towards the door. "That doesn't matter." Cal whispered before placing his lips on yours again, letting your back connect with the madras as he took your cardigan off. "Forgiven?" You asked, pulling away again. "And forgotten." He added before giving you a kiss on the forehead, taking his shirt off before throwing it to the floor next to your cardigan.
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.