Ashton: You walked down the hallway in the venue, clearly lost. Ashton wasn’t answering his phone, probably because he was with the boys. You sighed, thinking of Ashton. You liked him, a lot. Probably way more then he liked you, and every time you had tried to tell him you liked him, or even moved towards it, he would say: ‘you’re such a good friend.’ Crushing every ounce of hope you had, but of course feelings just didn’t go away so you managed to put up with them, pushing them away and just being his friend. You had supported him through his rise to fame, always being his backbone when things got rough and he had invited you out to tour with him for a bit knowing you had never seen America. Startled at the figure in front of you, you looked up to see Harry smiling at you. “Hey, can I help you?” He said, flashing you that dimpled smile that girls cooed over. “Um, hi. I was just looking for Ashton, have you seen him?” You meekly said. “Yeah, I think he’s just down there, want me to walk you? You’re Ashton’s friend right?” You nodded your head, as his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Couldn’t have such a pretty girl like yourself getting lost,” He said stretching out his hand. You blushed and giggled as you accepted, linking arms as you made your way down a hall, you didn’t even know was there. Talking along the way you noticed how flirty Harry was getting with you, and you couldn’t help but flirt back, for once feeling liberated from this burdening Ashton crush. You heard voices down the hall, as you neared Harry pushed open the door and leading you inside. “Look who I found, its (Y/N)!” He said wrapping his arm around your waist. You looked away from Harry to see Ashton staring at you two, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his eyes lingered on his hand on your waist. You pretended however not to notice, “Hey Ash, you forgot to mention how freaking confusing this place is.” You said laughing. “It’s only hard for you,” Calum piped in making the others laugh. “Oh shush,” You said letting Harry guide you to the couch. You sat down beside him, noticing just how close you two were sitting. You weren’t the only one because Ashton was staring at you two, his expression unreadable. He had yet to say anything to you and you looked at him innocently, “what’s wrong Ash?” You said. “Hm? Oh nothing, it’s fine.” He said shortly, getting up and walking out of the room. You furrowed your eyebrows, the others noticing his attitude. “What’s up with him?” Michael asked, looking at the door he had left. “I’ll go see,” You said standing up. “Hurry back love,” Harry called out after you and you smiled at him, already walking out the door. You looked and saw Ashton walking a little down the hall to your left, so you ran after him. “Ashton!” You called out and jogged to keep up with his long strides. He ignored you, and kept walking. You sighed and ran faster after him, not knowing where he was leading you. He pushed open a door and you followed him out, the cold air hitting you. He turned to lean against the metal railing, his face furious. “Do you know how utterly maddening it is to see you with Harry? To see his hand on your waist? To see you two just having a grand old time on the couch together?” He said to you, his hazel eyes alight with something you couldn’t pinpoint. “It’s not like I’m seeing anyone, last time I checked its harmless to flirt with someone especially when you’re single.” You said pressing your back against the door and crossing your arms, ready to play his game. He let a low growl, a primal sound, sending shivers up your spine. “But really (Y/N), Harry?” He said, facing you. “Yeah, Harry. I texted you but I didn’t get an answer, so, Harry was kind enough to help me back to the room.” “Don’t pull that card, the helpless card. You knew what you were doing.” He said laughing darkly. “Excuse me? You really think that I pulled that card?” You said outraged. “Really, do you know how frustrating it is to see his hands all over you?” Ashton nearly shouted at you. Before he could say anything, you finally spoke up. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to have feelings for your best friend but never able to show them because ‘we’re just friends?’ Please Ashton, don’t get all protective because you have ‘my best interests in mind’ because fuck, I’m old enough to make my own decisions.” You shouted at him. He blinked a few times, you met his eyes equally though as anger flowed through your veins. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging viciously at the ends. He spun around suddenly to face you, his tall frame coming up to you, making you press yourself against the wall even further, scared suddenly. “Do you know how hard it is to keep saying ‘we’re just friends,’ because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with fame and taking it further? Do you know how hard it is to see my absolute beautiful best friend, everyday, talk about other guys, and pretend not to have feelings? Do you know how fucking hard it is to see you flirting with Harry when all I want to do is rip his hands off of you because I should be the only one touching you? Kissing you? Making you feel good?” He said, steadily getting closer to you until his lips hovered over yours. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your breathing coming in shallow, irregular gasps at his words. These words were what you wanted to hear for so long, right? And finally they were out in the cool night air, nothing was holding you back anymore. His hands were on either side of your head, pinning you there as his chest hovered over yours. And suddenly, you were tired of feigning off your feelings, in one swift motion you grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips hungrily to his. They felt just the way you thought they would, soft, full and meant for you. You broke apart, leaning your forehead against his. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” You said a little breathless. “Not as long as I have.” He said leaning in for another kiss, Harry completely forgotten.
Calum: “Calum! Can you come and zip me up?” You asked, throwing your hair over your shoulder. He walked towards you, his hand holding the top of your dress, his other gripping the metal toggle. You felt your dress tighten around you, the satisfying sound of the cloth being pieced together. He smoothed it out and you let your hair go, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your dress was hot. It hugged every curve, hung in the right place and made your legs look killer. You noticed Calum staring at you, but you adverted your eyes, walking away to slip your heels on. Running a hand over your dress one last time you looked at Calum. “Ready?” You asked him, leaning against the doorframe. “Uh, yeah, let’s go.” He said walking past you, the smell of his cologne making your knees weak. You were about to go out with the boys, both One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer, a celebration on their tour coming to an end and 5SOS’s new album. You being with Calum for majority of the tour, had invited you to come along, but only as friends. It was always just friends. You were there to pick him up after flings and break ups, always there to listen to his problems. You were his best friend, so of course you listened and helped as best you could, but more then anything, you wanted to be his girl. You always had feelings for him, growing up with him had done that to you, but because his attention was always on other girls far more pretty then you, you had merely stayed to the sidelines, watching him fall in and out of love. But now you were at a club - a personal favourite of theirs - sitting in the booth with nine boys around you. You were used to the guys, becoming really good friends with all of them, and especially Zayn. You had always flirted with each other, always had that tension between the two of you but never ever acted upon it. But now with alcohol running through both of your systems you let loose a bit. Zayn turned towards you, his warm hand placed on your knee. “Let’s go dance, enjoy ourselves a bit.” He said into your ear over the loud music, his warm breath fanning down your neck. You nodded your head, scooting out after him. He stretched out his hand, grasping yours he led you away from the table towards the dance floor. You looked back to see the boys watching you, smug smiles on their faces - well almost all their faces, minus Calum. He looked livid, but you couldn’t figure out why. You turned around regardless, Zayn keeping you in view of the table as his warm hands found your waist, pulling you against his chest. You slipped your hands around his neck as the pulsing beat shook your insides, and Zayn’s body leading you in a gyrating dance. His head fell into the crook of your neck as you ground your hips harder against his, small kisses trailing up your neck. You leaned your head back for easier access, feeling another set of hands on your shoulders. “That’s enough,” Calum’s voice said, making you stumble backwards a bit. Zayn looked up through his thick lashes, his expression coy and devilish. “Don’t like the way we’re dancing?” His thick British accent asked. Calum looked away from you to Zayn, his face furious. “No, I don’t actually.” He said grabbing you around the waist and leading you away from Zayn and the boys. He took you down a hall that was nearly deserted, a few people lingering but catching sight of his furious expression they began to leave. “What the hell?” You said, shrugging off his grip. “Fuck (Y/N),” he said pinning you against the wall with his body. “Calum, what are you doing?” You asked, a little breathless. “You’re drunk, you’re going to regret this tomorrow, get off of me.” You said with no success. “You said ‘you’re’ going to regret this, not the both of us. I see you’re enjoying this…” He said leaning in. “And I’m not drunk, I’m the DD tonight…” He said pressing harder against you. “Seeing you with Zayn just pissed me the fuck off. I want you for myself… and not him. He shouldn’t be able to kiss your neck and make you come undone… that’s my job.” He said trailing hot kisses down your neck, surely leaving marks, making your knees weak. “Calum, stop.” You weakly said. “We’re just friends…” You gasped as his teeth skimmed your neck. “Fuck, just friends… I want more. I always have wanted more. Why do you think I’ve distracted myself with other girls for so long? Because you’re constantly on my mind, around me, teasing me… And now Zayn’s in the way, and I’m finished. I’m done trying to ignore this feeling I’ve had for so long, I’m going to show the world you’re mine and and only mine, not Zayns’ not anyone else’s…” He captured your lips in another kiss, and this time you didn’t fight back. You surrendered to Calum and your feelings, finally being able to do what you’ve wanted to do for so long.
Luke: You sat on the couch in their studio, listening to them attempting to write a song with the boys from One Direction. They were all sitting around, some looking frustrated, others looking tired and others not even in the present. “I’m going to rip my hair out,” you heard Niall mutter beside you, Calum agreeing. “Why don’t you guys take a break, I’ll run out and grab you all some coffee?” You said stretching, your back cracking. They hummed in agreement as you stood up, walking to the door and grabbing your purse. “I’ll come with you,” Louis said standing up. A couple of the guys looked at Luke but he didn’t look up from his papers, and you wondered why they did. You smiled at Louis and he held the door for you, walking out behind you. “You didn’t have to come Louis, but thanks.” You said falling in step with him down the street. It wasn’t crowded at all, and it didn’t look like you’d be mobbed this time. “Not a worry love, besides I don’t know how you’re going to carry ten cups of coffee back by yourself.” He said teasing you. You stuck your tongue out at him, continuing to walk to the Starbucks at the corner of your street. “It’s been nice having you around you know that,” he said smiling at you. “Its really nice to see the lads again, I’ve missed Luke. And it’s been so lovely meeting all of you,” you said as he held the door open for you again. “It’s been more then nice meeting you,” He said flashing a cheeky smile at you. You blushed and smiled, giving the barista your order. As you waited, you and Louis continued to talk, Louis steadily getting closer to you. As the girl handed you four of the ten cups, he reached behind you to grab a stir stick, his fingers grazing your back. He was so close you could feel his breath on your shoulder making you shiver. “Cold babe?” He asked, his piercing blue eyes staring at you through his lashes. You shook your head, in response but he smiled shrugging off his jacket. “Wouldn’t want you to catch cold,” he said as you slipped it on, not wanting to be rude. You thanked the lady as she handed you the rest of your order, and beginning to walk home, chatting and laughing with Louis. You reached the flat, pushing open the door you kept your conversation with him. “I did not!” You said laughing making the boys look up. “You did so! You practically fell into my arms!” He said laughing. “Stumbling does not mean falling into your arms,” You said laughing and handing Michael and Luke their drinks. It was no secret that you were clumsy, and the boys constantly made fun of it. They laughed, realizing that you had another escapade but Luke didn’t. He barely looked up from his phone, and never looking at you when they were writing. Louis sat next to you, his knee bumping yours making you blush. You sat back and picked up your book again, listening to them begin to write again. Hours later, One Direction had left, with a sweet smile from Louis as you gave him back his jacket and a hug from the boys, you were left alone with Luke in the living room. “Luke, what’s wrong?” You said after a bit of awkward silence. “Nothing.” He said coldly. “Come on Luke, it’s not like you to not talk. What’s bothering you?” You said standing up and walking towards him. He glared at you as you sat down. “Fine,” You said picking up your phone and answering a text message. “Who are you texting? Louis?” He said with a hint of annoyance. You looked up, and suddenly the pieces fit together. “What?” You said, baffled. “You two are a thing aren’t you?” He said, his jaw clenching. “What? No!” You said, confused. “Oh really then?” He said showing you pictures on his phone. It was of you and Louis today in Starbucks and when he bent around you to get a stick it looked as if he was leaning in for a kiss or embrace. “He was getting a stir stick in that,” You said clearly annoyed. “That flirty look on your face says otherwise,” He mumbled under his breath. “Pardon?” “You heard me, you like him don’t you?” This was beginning to make you angry and you had about enough. “What if I did Luke? What’s wrong with that?” “Have you ever thought that maybe somebody else liked you? Somebody that would be much better then him for you, someone that loves you already and knows every thing about you because you’ve grown up with them?” He said, his cheeks pink. Your mouth fell open slightly, realizing that he was talking about himself. “You… you like me?” You said. “It doesn’t matter, clearly you and Louis are a thing.” He pushed himself of the couch and walked away, leaving you dumbfounded on the couch. You stood up and followed him, placing a hand on his shoulder, his muscles tensing underneath your palm. “Luke, why haven’t you said anything?” He stopped and huffed, turning around to you. “Because I was scared, you know me (Y/N), I can barely talk to fans about my day let alone tell a girl I like her.” He avoided your gaze and you tilted his head up to meet yours. “Is it a surprise that I like you too?” He smiled a small bit, scratching the back of his neck. “Really? You don’t like Louis?” He said softly. “I don’t like Louis, not that way that is.” He smiled, relaxing slightly. “What are you doing tonight then?” He said gulping. “Nothing,” You already knew what he was edging at but you humoured him. “Would you like to go out for dinner, a proper date?” You smiled and agreed, a brilliant smile plastered on Lukes face.
Michael: You sat at the table with all the boys, Michael of your left and Niall on your right. You were talking to Niall about touring and Ireland, a place you always wanted to go. “Ireland is great, you’d love it. I’d take you to all my favourite places, show you all the places tourists don’t see. We’d give you a real proper welcome too.” He said grinning at you. You smiled back at him, hoping one day you would get there. Michael seemed unusually quiet tonight, and you didn’t know why. Every time you tried to spark up a conversation with him he would shrug it off or give you one word answers, and it seemed to be getting worse as the night progressed. Niall on the other hand, didn’t stop talking to you. He was always trying to get your attention, either by asking your opinion on something or telling a joke. You would answer, but you wanted to include Michael in on the conversation. “What do you think you’ll do when you get home?” Niall asked you yet again. “I’ll probably go back to work,” you said smiling. “No, I meant what are you doing after this?” He raised and eyebrow, a flirty smile playing on his lips. “Oh!” You said blushing profusely at his question and you’re idiotic answer. You saw Michael turn towards you in the corner of your eye, staring at you hard. “I’m not sure actually, why do you ask?” You replied slowly. “Just wondering, I’m free tonight, maybe we could go see the town at night… just hang out.” He said his cheeks slightly pink. You felt a little uncomfortable with Michael staring at you, and Nialls request. “Um, I’ll see later” You couldn’t think of a nicer way to let him off. “Excuse me,” You said smiling and standing up, walking away from the table and to the washroom. You could feel Niall and Michaels eyes on you weaved between tables and people trying to find the washroom. You finally pushed open the wooden door and saw that it was empty. You walked to the sink, your heels clacking on the ground as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Niall was a really nice guy, he was funny, devilishly handsome, and just the type you would normally go for. A guy you would go for if Michael wasn’t in the picture. In earlier grades, you had ‘dated’ but of course, as a child, dating meant maybe holding hands and a peck on the cheek. You had ended it in year eight before high school but the feelings still lingered. He of course, dated other girls and flirted like mad with anything that walked by, while he kept you as his closest friend, telling you everything. He didn’t like you back, he always kept you at a comfortable distance. A close friend, nothing more. And you had to accept that because you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship. But since he missed you so much and invited you to see him and the boys, you had noticed him staring at you a little more. More then how a friend would stare, and you thought that maybe those feelings were rekindled. But instead, he would flirt with other girls, catching your eye as he did so. You were broken, and the only person who knew you you actually felt was Calum because he had walked in on you crying. The door opened, bringing you back to reality and you sighed looking up. Instead of seeing a woman you saw Michael, and he didn’t look pleased. “Michael! What are you doing in here?” You said looking around, clearly he wasn’t supposed to be in the ladies room. He turned around a locked the door, so no one would come in. “So are you going out with Niall afterwards?” He said leaning against the sink. You looked at him clearly confused. “And we’re discussing this here?” You said raising an eyebrow. “Yeah actually, we are.” He said, his tone hard. “What’s it to you?” You walked a little bit away from him, your heels clacking on the floor. “What’s it to me? The fact that my best friend is going to be shagging one of my best mates. That’s my problem.” He said, crossing his arms. “Hold on a second, shagging? Who said anything about shagging?” You felt an angry blush creep up your cheeks. “Well, what else would you two do?” He said sarcastically. “Besides, are you shagging those fans you flirt with all the freaking time?” He blinked at you, “What?” He asked. “You heard me, you’re in the same boat Michael.” You said leaning against the wall. “Maybe I will shag him tonight, scream loud enough for you to hear m-” You were cut off as his lips came down on yours, his body pressing you against the wall roughly. “I’m the only name you’ll be screaming,” He said kissing you roughly again. You pushed him away, taking a deep breath. “What the hell was that? You can’t do that! Don’t play with my feelings!” You yelled, your voice echoing harshly around you. “Your feelings? Don’t play with mine! You think that when I flirt with those girls and make fucking eye contact with you, that I’m interested? I’m seeing what your reaction is! I want to see if you feel the same way about me that I do with you! And now fucking Niall is moving in and it’s making my blood boil. I should be the only one for you, to be there for you, to take you out, to make you scream.” He yelled, holding eye contact. “I fucking love you, I always have! Christ, I didn’t want to screw up what we have as friends but god damn, I can’t get you out of my head… and now Nialls out there, trying to pick you up and you’re blushing and flirting along and I can’t take it!” He said slamming his fist on the vanity. You flinched your eyes wide. “Have you ever considered that what you’ve done has broken me down? Seeing you with girls since year nine has broken my heart. I fucking broke down in the bathroom and Calum found me crying OVER YOU. You didn’t show your feelings, you’ve always held me at arms length, just friends right Michael?” You yelled back, sharp tears pricking your eyes. “At least Niall showed me that he was interested!” You added, hoping he heard you. “Because I didn’t want to hurt you… I’m an asshole. I- I didn’t know I was hurting you like that… (Y/N), I’m so sorry… I never ever meant to hurt you, it was never my intention.” He said, his voice took a softer more caring tone. “I’m a fuck up aren’t I? I’ve ruined this, both my chances and our friendship…” He said running a hand through his hair. “You should go out with Niall…” You sighed, blinking slowly. “I can’t. Because you’re on my fucking mind all the time. Because if I went out with Niall, I’d be thinking of you and that’s not fair to him. You fucked me up Michael, I hope you know that but I am really in love with you.” You let out a shaky laugh. He walked towards you, slowly, gauging your reaction. When you didn’t move he came closer. “Really? Would you give this huge asshole a chance?” He said meeting your eyes. “Only because I really love you,” You replied smiling, as he leaned down for a kiss, everything feeling right.