Credit (currently-Calum)
Okay, so this was a request and I don't know how well I actually executed it. If you guys have any requests, feel free to send them in! I'm always looking for more prompts.
Calum: "Y/N?" Cal was calling you from the bedroom, feeling especially weak since he had had his last eye surgery. This last one had left him blind in both eyes, and he would start to see a cancer support group after he took a few weeks to readjust. "Babe?" He called again as you were making your way up the stairs. "Coming!" You called to him, walking into the dark bedroom. "God, honey, why is it so dark in here? I can't see anything." You stopped in your tracks as soon as you knew what you said. He turned to face you, and almost broke down. "You can't see anything? Y/N, it's always dark to me now. ALWAYS." You felt tears flooding into your eyes, and whispered, "I'm sorry... I'm trying to be more careful with the words I choose.." You climbed into bed with him and kissed him softly, caressing his face. "We'll make it through this, I love you Calum, nothing will change that. I promise." You kissed him a million more times as you felt his cheeks heat up with a blush. "I don't want you to change Y/N, I'm just really sensitive about it. And I'll always love you, too. Okay?" "Okay." You smiled.
Michael: Michael was adjusting to things without seeing. He finally was beginning to play guitar again, trying to learn by vibrations and sounds rather than knowing what number string it was. "Y/N, can you come help me? My guitar is out of tune." You tuned it quickly, something that became natural now, and handed it back to him. He strummed a cord softly and nodded. "That was a D, right?" His head turned towards where you were standing and you smiled, "Yeah, that's it." You kissed the side of his head and sat down next to him. He kept strumming random chords that fit with Heartache on the Big Screen, and before you knew it, he was singing with it, too. You smiled brightly, this being the first thing he was playing and singing since before the surgery. He finished quicker than you would've liked, you could admire him for hours. "Was that right?" He tapped his fingers on his leg and waited for an answer. "That was perfect," you responded. He smiled brighter than he had in awhile, and you couldn't help but snuggle into him and smile.
Ashton: "No! Why can't I fucking get it?" Ashton threw his drumsticks onto the ground and pouted in defeat. He had an eye surgery a few days ago, and he was already trying to play the drums again. The surgery had left him blind and incapable to play the drums on first try. "Ash, baby, I think that's enough for today. You need to rest and not worry about it. We can always practice and we'll get through this together." You tried to reassure and relax him. He jumped up from his seat, so determined to do everything without any help. "I can't handle this, Y/N, I can't see anything or play my drums. That's my life! Don't you understand? That is what I love, and I've lost it." He sat down again, his lower lip quivered. He let out a sob, and tried to be strong. "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to handle this, Ash. It's already happened. You're the strongest person I know, if anyone can do this, it's you. Ash, you'll be the Stevie Wonder of drums. And my best man. No one's perspective of you has changed, it'll be okay." You kissed him softly and rubbed his back. Coaxing him into a softer stage of mind.
Luke: "This'll be the last time I ever see your face..." Luke teared up in front of you, and ran his fingers over each feature. Your nose, the curve of your lips, each eye brow, as if he was trying to memorize each inch of you. "Don't say that. I'm being optimistic and hopefully they come out with a new seeing eye technology." You laughed and he laughed with you. He went into surgery shortly thereafter. You paced the halls, sending updates to the fans until he woke up. A few hours later, a nurse came in to get you. You followed her to Luke's ICU room, and nearly broke down. Your poor boyfriend was lying lifeless on the bed, the monitor showed that he was still alive and okay. You ran your fingers across each feature like he had done to you earlier. "It'll be okay," you whisper sobbed. He woke up slowly, "Y/N? Is that you?" He coughed and looked like he was in immense pain. "Yes, it's me. I'm right beside you, I'm just going to call for a nurse and tell her you're up." You did as you said. "Y/N?" Luke called out to you. "Yes, Lukey?" You sat in the chair next to him and held his hand carefully. "You're still beautiful, even if I can't see you." You teared up. "And you're still the handsomest man I have ever known." You spoke softly and kissed his hand. You were going to be okay.