heated fights
Your P.O.V.
Ashton:
I can't believe what I had just heard. The perfect thing after a long day. I storm up the stairs to our house, clumsily unlocking the door with hands shaking with anger. I eventually make it into the house, immediately shouting through the house, hoping that, wherever he is, Ashton would hear me. "I can't do this anymore, Ashton!" I say, nearly throwing your keys on the ground. What I had learned is that he had spent the night out with a group of friends, including many, many girls. They went to a club, got drunk, and did what drunk people do. Not as bad as you think, really, but something like that. A lot of stuff went on that none of them remember and I wish I had never found out about."Y/N, I was drunk! It meant nothing" he says. I roll my eyes, scoffing at his terrible rebuttal. "That's what they all say, asshole" I mutter under my breath. "What did you say?" he turns to face me, eyes flaming. "I called you an asshole because that's what you are" I state, glaring straight back up at him. I try to keep my cool, to remain calm. It just isn't working. He looks at me, anger still fueling him. "You might wanna take that back, or I'll.." he stops when I lose control and the tears flow from the corners of my eyes at a steady pace. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I wasn't actually going to do anything. I'm sorry, please don't cry" he says, desperately trying to get me to calm down. Ashton holds onto me tightly, guiding me and my blurry eyes to the living room where we spend the night, holding onto one another and falling asleep in each other's arms.
Calum:
Calum had just gotten home from a long day out at the studio writing songs and rehearsing. Or at least, I though that's where he was all day. Before he got home, I decided to make a nice dinner for him to make him feel better after the draining day he had. I have everything set up and I still have a little while before Calum gets home, so I go onto twitter. I open up my timeline to see pictures of Calum and this girl I had never seen before. There's so many photos - them in the park, them at a cafe, them walking around downtown. I am engrossed in these pictures when I hear the doorknob wriggle. Calum steps in, dropping his stuff by the door, and comes into the kitchen. I decide to be straight up with him, no hinting towards it. "Who is this?" I ask him, scrolling through the endless photoset of them together. "She's just a fan" he says quickly. I scoff at his answer. "Oh, really? Since when do you spend all day with a single fan? Is something going on..between you two?" Tears begin forming in my eyes as I say the last few words. "She's a fan" he repeats, not answering my question and making it worse. "You dick" I shout, running outside and not stopping until I get to a bench not to far along a path near my house. I sit down and thing. I didn't really mean what I said, and I should have let him... my thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of Calum. He explains how when she met him, she was telling him how bad her day was going, so he spent a little time with her to cheer her up a bit. They ended up staying a little longer than possible, and everyone blew the whole thing out of proportion. I nod my head, understanding that if I were the girl I would want the same to happen to me. He takes my hand and we head back home, talking and laughing about how long it took me to figure out how long to cook the chicken for.
Michael:
"Y/N, those girls just took that picture, that's all! I don't even know how they got into my hotel room" Michael tells me as I glare at him. "Of course, Michael" I say, my voice filled with sarcasm, "because it makes so much sense that a few teenage girls would be able to get past all of the security to get to your room and pretend that they had sex with you". He looks at me, his eyes now assisting him with the begging. "Y/N, you have to believe me! Why would you believe them instead of me?" I tilt my head, pondering the thought. Yes, I believe Michael, but how else would those girls get in? I shake my head. "Michael, I don't know. I'm having a hard time believi-" I can't finish the sentence because I hear Michael mutter under his breath. "You bitch" the words faintly come out of his mouth, but I still pick them up. "Excuse me?!" I yell at him, watching the shock register on his face when he realizes that he said that aloud. He knows that that word is the one thing I cannot stand being called. "Y/N-" he tries to apologize, but it's too late. The tears that had been building up are now released as I run from him, up the stairs and out of his sight. I try to slam the door shut, but he gets there and bursts through it before I can do so. "Y/N, I didn't mean that. Please forgive me. I was just angry that you wouldn't believe me, that's all. Please" he says, sitting beside me on the bed and wiping a tear from my cheek. "No, it's my fault. I should've believed you. I'm sorry" I say and he takes me into a warm hug, lying us down so that we fall asleep like so.
Luke:
"Luke, for the last time - it was a kiss on the cheek to say bye! It's nothing, for goodness sake! He's only my friend, and he's only been that for years" I shout at Luke, who had just accused me of kissing another guy. It really was just to say goodbye since I was leaving to go with Luke on his tour for a little while. I had to, I mean, we've been best friends since the second grade! But now Luke's just angry. Perfect, right in time for the flight. "Sure, Y/N. That's all it was. If you're such good friends why don't you date him" he says angrily, trying to keep his voice down in the public place. "I don't want to! He's just my friend and I've told you that!" I continue to try to defend myself. He rolls his eyes, saying, "Yeah, that's what all the sluts say". His words make me freeze. Had he really just said that? I try to remain calm as I hear the voice over the intercom saying that our flight is boarding, but the tears begin to flow. Luke notices right away what he had said, and races towards me as I scurry away to the plane, dreading the long, silent flight we will have. "Y/N, I-" he says when he catches up and walks along with me, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that back there. I guess I-I was just jealous. You've known him for so long and you two seem really close, so I 'm always afraid you'll turn to him one day instead of me". I think for a while about what Luke said, and then explain to him that he was just a friend. That's all he had ever been. "You have nothing to worry about, Luke. I love you". "I love you too" Luke says, smiling down at me and placing an arm around my waist as we make our way towards the plane.