Credit to tumblr (lukestitts)
Michael:
"I’m leaving," you spat, taking you bag and heading towards the door.
Michael stood in front of you “NO,” he screamed as you opened the door, his hand instantly colliding with the door to keep it shut, “You’re not going anywhere,” you put your hand on Michael’s chest but your best efforts to push him off weren’t enough.
"Let me GO!" you emphasized the word ‘no’ trying to persuade Michael to let you leave "You don’t control me,"
"YOU’RE NOT LEAVING ME AGAIN, (Y/N)!" you were beyond mad by this time, taking the final step. Your hand collided with his left cheek.
"LET ME GO," all of a sudden a fist hit your cheek, leaving you stunned. Michael instantly took a step back, his hand covering his mouth.
"You bastard," you took this as your opportunity to get out.
Luke:
Another night of harsh words. Another week of regret and another month of trying to get back to normal. Another argument.
"FUCK OFF, (Y/N)," Luke screamed in your face "YOU’RE SO ANNOYING,"
"WELL IF I AM SO ANNOYING, THEN WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCK THE FUCK OFF?" The words kept flowing out of your mouths and the space in between you got tighter and tighter until you were screaming at his nose and he was screaming at your eyes.
"I’M SICK OF YOU, YOU’RE A BITCH AND I FUCKING HATE YOU," You took a step back, thinking of your reply
"OH REALLY? I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED YOU KNOW, I MEAN, COME ON, YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST MADE IT PAINFUL FOR ME," There was a sharp pain rushing from your cheek bone to your jaw. You turned to face Luke.
Calum:
You and Calum had been fighting for the past two hours about how he, in your eyes, flirts with everyone. You’d lost count of how many times you’d been close to hitting him, or he said he was going to hit you. You knew he would never hurt you or anyone for that matter. Oh, Boy, how you were wrong.
"I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE I STAND WITH YOU ANYMORE, CALUM; ALL YOU EVER DO IS FLIRT WITH ALL THE OTHER GIRLS," The tension between you and Calum was rising
"WELL IF YOU WERE ENOUGH THEN I WOULDN’T HAVE TO, WOULD I?" Calum turned around and screwed his nose up at you, getting closer and closer.
"OH YEAH, I FORGOT, YOU LIKE THE BIG ASS BIG TITS STEREOTYPE, DON’T YOU?" Calum’s hand collided with your face. The red mark instantly showing up.
Ashton:
"I don’t know what to say anymore, (Y/n)," Ashton breathed "I’m done with you," Ashton stood up and started to walk out to the door,
"Where are you going?" You asked, tears falling to the floor,
"DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME? I’M LEAVING," Ashton screamed, scaring you a little: he was never like this.
"No, don’t go," you ran to him and grabbed his arm, clinging on "Please don’t go," you tried pulling him back inside "PLEASE,"
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME," Ashton was never this mad "JUST FUCKING LET ME GO," you were still pleading him not to leave, but it wasn’t working.
You were not prepared for what was about to happen. Ashton’s hand was at full force against your jaw. The force was so strong you were knocked onto the floor