Luke
You and Luke were arguing over a tabloid, on the coffee table in front of you, saying that Luke was seeing Selena Gomez. "Oh I should've known you were going to leave me for some hot celebrity." You yelled with tears running down your face. "Haven't you learned something? Tabloids are nothing but lies most of the time. There's a thing called photo-shop where you could edit pictures and make them look like something they're not. I've never met Selena Gomez, I'm being 100% honest with you." Luke said calmly. Luke sat on the sofa quietly and he was starring at the ground, Luke wasn't the kind of guy to raise his voice no matter how mad he got. "I don't know what to believe right now Luke." You whispered sadly. Luke's eyes glanced up at you and he stood up. His cheeks were shining, due to him crying, "You don't know what to believe, huh? Well if I didn't want you would I do this?" He asked. Your eyebrow rose with curiosity and that's when Luke shoved you against the wall behind you. He crashed his lips on yours roughly and his arms were on both sides of you, blocking you in. Your mouth opened slightly and a moan escaped. "Luke." You whimpered. He pulled away and looked at you, "Yes?" He asked innocently. "I'm sorry, I should have never doubted you." You said before pulling him back in and kissing him.
Michael
You were home alone when Michael suddenly stumbled in drunk and fell to the ground. You sighed and walked over to him to help him up. It seemed like this happened every time he gotten off a tour. "Michael Gordon Clifford, where have you been?" You asked as you helped him over to the couch. "That's for me to know and for you to find out." He replied sassily with a laugh. You crossed your arms over your chest and starred down at him, "Did you drive yourself home?" You voice trembled, you were just dreading for him to say that he did. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." "Tell me Michael." You said through your gritted teeth. "Don't tell me what to do and yes I did drive myself home." He admitted. You shook your head and tears fell down your face, "Well come talk to me when you're done being an ass." You said coldly before you stormed up to your room. It wasn't 'til the next morning Michael came to talk to you. "(Y/N)," He whispered by the door. You glanced at him and set down your book. "Hey." You said softly as you readjusted yourself. Michael took a seat on the bed and hugged you, "I'm sorry baby." You sighed. "I really am, I'll quit drinking for you because I love you." He went on. You pulled away and smiled at him, "I love you too babe and you don't have to quit drinking for me. Just promise me you won't go too crazy." Michael nodded and placed his lips on yours. Your lips moved in sync and Michael slowly laid you down on the bed and towered you.
Calum
Ashton stood on a chair, "Alright, now it's time for the birthday boy's lap dance!" He yelled. The boys hooted and put Calum on the spot. Luke awkwardly walked over to you and sat down next to you. "Hey Luke," You said with a smile. Luke gave you an uncomfortable smile, "Hi." You let out a sigh, "Glad I'm not the only disliking this." You muttered. Luke nodded his head in agreement. You turned your head, "Grr, I can't watch this." You grumbled. "Neither can I, lets go upstairs." He said before he led you away. The two of you sat upstairs talking. Within minutes later, Calum walked upstairs and saw you two on the sofa. He cleared his voice, "Luke, can I have a moment please?" He asked politely. Luke nodded his head, "Course man, use protection." He said before he ran down the hallway to a different room. "Hey hun." You said to your boyfriend. "What the hell was that?" Calum asked in a harsh tone. You raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me, but I could have friends you know. Luke and I both felt uncomfortable watching you get a lap dance, so we came up here to talk. We didn't go to a bedroom of anything, we just sat here in a open area." You grumbled as you stood up. You went to push Calum out of the way, but he grabbed your wrist. He jerked you forward and kissed you. "You're mine," he whispered against his lips as he picked you up.
Ashton
Ashton leaped onto the fancy hotel bed you were sitting on. You glanced up at him and smiled, "Hey." You said with a giggled. "Hey." He replied happily. "What's up with you?" You asked. Ashton shrugged, "I don't know.... We're on vacation in Hawaii. There's a nice breeze coming in from outside. Let's have sex." You starred at Ashton in disbelief, "You're not worried the condom is going to break again?" Ashton shook his head, "Yea I was scared then, not now I'm not. We don't even need a condom, we're married!" You sighed, "Ashton, I'm just not ready to have sex again. You say you're ready to have a family, but you're not. You have a band, what are you going to do when I do get pregnant? Are you going to leave me at home and I'll have to take care of the baby by myself while you're on tour? Will you drop out of the band just to take care of the baby? The answer is no, I'm not going to let you drop out of the band for me. I love you too much and I'm not letting you give up your dream for me." You replied. Ashton groaned, "You're stubborn, you know that?" He said before he kissed you. You instantly kissed him back and ran your fingers through his hair and took off his fedora. Although you said you weren't going to have sex, you guys proceeded on. "Ashton." You said. Ashton stopped kissing you and looked up at you, "What babe?" He replied. "Promise me you'll wear a couple of condoms?" You asked. Ashton nodded his head before kissing you again.