Ashton: “Listen here you little shit, I call the shots. You are nothing here, got it? Stop trying to slack off, you’re easily replaceable. Besides you suck at your job, so it wouldn't be hard to find someone better then you,” Your co worker sneered at you under her breath as you attempted to make a coffee without your hands shaking. “If you fucking rat on me I will make your life even more hellish then it already is. And by the way, have you ever heard about something called make up? You should try it.” She laughed a little at her own petty joke before walking away leaving you teary eyed and miserable. This was an ongoing thing between you and your co-worker. You dreaded the days that you worked with her, hoping it was at least busy so you wouldn't have to talk to her in the back but no matter what she would still manage to get some cruel words in through out the day. You didn't want to quit though, this was a good job, the pay was great and really everything was fine besides her. You turned around, blinking furiously to see your boyfriend standing waiting for his coffee, his usual dimple filled smile replaced with an angry line. You smiled weakly at him before giving it to him, not realizing it was his order you were making. “Are you alright?” He asked as you drew a heart on the side of his cup for him, trying to ease some of the tight tension in the air. “Yeah, fine. Just a busy day that’s all.” You said looking anywhere but his eyes. “It’s her isn't it?” He said nodding his head to the devil of a worker on the other side of the store. You didn't answer, instead leaving the silence to answer for itself. “How long has it been going on for?” He asked. “How did you even hear that?” You asked, amazed that he had heard her threats. “She didn't really try and lower her voice (Y/N), and besides I’m this close to you two. How long?” He said taking his coffee and adding sugar and milk. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not that bad.” You tried brushing it off but he wouldn't drop this conversation. “It’s not alright. Making you cry at work is not alright! How long?” He said firmly. “Probably since I've been hired, so a few months ago.” You said cleaning the counter and moving things around. “Why haven’t you said anything yet?” “Because you heard her, if I say anything it’ll get worse. This is a good day, it’s fine. Its only a few times a week I work with her.” “It doesn't matter,” he replied. “You shouldn't have to deal with this. Why haven’t you said anything to me?” He asked, stirring his coffee for longer then he needed to. “Because its just petty bickering, its nothing.” You said. “You should really get back to work.” You heard her say behind you, her tone snide. “You should really shut up.” You heard Ashton say, causing your head to shoot up. You saw his eyes were hard, his jaw set in a hard line, his muscles shaking slightly. “Pardon?” She said her eyes growing wide. “You heard me, if I hear about you talking to her like that again I’ll be having a word with your boss. And if it persists I’ll charge you with harassment. There’s no need for that, what has she done to you?” You stared wide eyed at your boyfriend, his voice steadily growing louder. You looked at the she-devil to see her face was pale, her eyes wide and her bottom lip trembling. You didn't think she knew that he was your boyfriend and you continually stared at the both of them. “Do you understand me?” He said after a few moments silence. “Y-Yes. Sorry sir,” She said meekly, avoiding his eyes and yours. She walked away, as you turned to him. He was putting a lid on his cup when you spoke. “Ashton…” You said amazed. “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” He said throwing your words back at you. You blinked amazed and completely grateful. “Thank you,” You trailed off. He looked up and smiled. “Anything for my girl. Tell me if it happens again though, everything I said I meant.” He blew you a kiss and gave you a smile walking out of the cafe, drink in hand. You turned to your co-worker, to see her avoiding your eyes. You smiled to yourself, happy that this may be the start of a peaceful work environment.
Calum: Calum was always so supportive of you in school, trying to obtain your degree. You were in second year, your courses steadily getting harder. He dealt with the tears, the frustrated screams, and the stress keeping you awake until the wee hours of the morning. But sometimes the tears, the screams and the insomnia weren't from school work and grades but rather from a guy you went to school with. You two had dated before Calum, but just briefly. Things didn't click between the two of you so you broke it off with him. Almost four months later you began to see Calum in secret until you finally went public, the entire school knowing you were dating Calum Hood from 5 Seconds of Summer. But that didn't stop your ex from taunting you, muttering dirty remarks at you, or making you feel uncomfortable. It had escalated to the fact that he had now began to physically hurt you. You could deal with the rumors he spread or the name calling but today put you over the edge. You had been walking to your next lecture when you felt a person grab your arm and spin you around so you were pinned on the wall, his strong body preventing you from moving. There was barely anybody in the hall now that the lecture had actually started, and you squirmed underneath him. “Hey you little slut, wheres your boyfriend now huh? I’m sure I could make you scream louder then he could.” He said his grip becoming too tight on your wrist making you whimper as he ground himself upon you. You tried to move, to kick him but his strength overrode yours. “Let go of me.” You tried to keep your voice firm and strong but it came out in a weak whimper, fear holding you paralyzed. He laughed at you, before bending down to whisper in your ear. “You’re nothing but a dirty little whore, what does he see in you anyway? He’s probably with you because you open your legs easily.” He sneered at you, a voice broke his taunting as hot tears washed down your face. “Is something wrong Ma’am?” You heard an authoritative voice behind you. He immediately backed off, releasing your wrists. “No sir, just a little talk before a lecture.” He said walking away giving you a glare that screamed hatred. You turned to walk away before he could say anything to you. You skipped your lecture that day, speeding home to Calum finally needing to tell him. Enough was enough and you didn’t know how to stop it. You looked down at your wrists on the steering wheel noticing blotches already showing up, an ugly yellow colour brandishing your skin. You walked up the sidewalk tears already pricking your eyes, you pushed open the door dropping your bag and hearing a gasp from Calum in the living room. “What are you doing home so early? You have a lecture now,” He said standing up knowing something was wrong. A sob bubbled out from between your lips as you collapsed into his arms as he held you close. “What’s wrong (Y/N), come on it’s okay. I’ve got you, tell me whats wrong,” He said leading you over to the couch and sitting you down. You pulled away just enough to show him your wrists, the yellow darkening on your skin. He gingerly turned over your wrists looking at them, and then looking back at you. “What happened? It’s all around your wrist… you couldn’t have knocked them… did someone do this to you?” He said, his voice growing angrier and angrier with every spoken word. You nodded your head unable to form a coherent sentence. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug as you melted into him, sobbing as he rocked you gently. “Who baby?” He said as your sobs quieted to muffled sniffles. “You know the guy I somewhat dated before you?” He nodded his head, his eyes never breaking away from yours. “Him.” You said as you began to tremble. “I just don’t know how to stop it… I could put u-up with the name calling and the rumors but… this, I’m scared Calum.” You said as more tears flowed from your eyes. “How long has he been doing this to you? The name calling and stuff?” You took a deep breath willing yourself to calm down. “A few months, I thought it was nothing you know? I know they’re not true and most people did too but… today he just pinned me against the wa-” Calum looked like he was going to explode as he cut you off. “He pinned you against the wall and hurt you?” He nearly shouted, his body tense. You nodded your head, scared about what he was going to do. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose. He reopened his eyes and meeting yours. “I promise I will not let him hurt you anymore, you shouldn’t have to feel scared going to school. I will make sure that he understands that he should not touch you, talk to you or be near you. I’m so sorry.” He said pulling you into his embrace, holding you tightly. You nodded your head, easing into him as he held you close.
Luke: You were reluctant to go public with your relationship with Luke, due to the fact that the fans adored Luke. He was single, he was hot and a gentleman, everything a girl wants in a guy. And by taking him off the market would be catastrophic. He had reassured you that it wouldn’t be that bad, of course some hate and mean messages would leak through the cracks but the 5SOS family was wonderful, caring, compassionate family. And for the most part they were, but you thought it was only restricted to the internet. However, even when you were out, fans would say rude things to you, staring you down when you were in public or even go as far as to throw things at you. You tried to hide it from Luke as much as you could; you wanted to be strong for him. On the internet, you could block it out. Scrolling past it, or sometimes when you were feeling a little more confident you would reply with a snarky comment or some sarcasm, always bringing a smile to Luke’s face. It was when you were out and you would here horrible remarks making you blush. It didn’t happen when you were out with Luke but you couldn’t be with him all the time. You had to run out briefly to the grocers to buy some things for dinner that night. You grabbed your bag and told Luke you would be back in a few minutes. You decided to drive instead of walk; it would be much quicker that way. You got out of your car and walked to the doors, grabbing a basket along the way. You weaved between the aisles looking for your groceries but a sound down the aisle caught your attention. You turned your head to see a group of girls staring at you. One had a bottle of juice in their hand and the others were staring at you. You looked away self consciously as you heard them approaching. You paid no mind to them, thinking that they would just pass you, instead they stopped beside you. You lifted your head, greeting them with a smile, praying that they would be kind to you. “Hello,” One of them said, and you smiled back. “Hey, how are you guys?” You said straightening up. “Fine, so you’re like Luke’s girlfriend.” Another said, your heart beating a little harder. You smiled and nodded your head; maybe they were nice? “Yeah I am,” You said meekly, embarrassed. “Wow, I thought he would have gone for someone a little prettier… Huh, I thought he would have better taste.” You blushed profusely at the girls reticule. It was easier to say something behind a screen, and this time you couldn’t say a snappy remark to the girls, your voice getting caught in your throat. “Can’t stand up for yourself? Huh? What are you going to do now that Luke’s not with you? You shouldn’t be with him, what does he even see in you anyway?” You bit your lip, blinking back tears. “I’d really appreciate if you’d leave please.” You managed to get out. “We really hope Luke comes to his senses, but in the mean time,” the girl with the juice said, giving her friends a smirk. Before you could even react, the girl splashed you with the juice, the sticky liquid dripping down your face and down the front of your shirt. They all laughed together, noticing that one had their phone out, filming the entire thing. Your face was on fire with embarrassment and your eyes stung with unshed tears. You walked away, avoiding eye contact with the employees. You marched to your car, your hands shaking as you slipped in, grasping the steering wheel. A sob bubbled out from between your lips, your hands shaking. After calming yourself down a little, you began to drive home, wondering how you were going to tell Luke this. You opened the front door, seeing Luke already waiting for you. He stood up and hugged you, ignoring your protests at how sticky you were. You began to cry into his shoulder, the aftermath catching up to you. “I’m so sorry,” He mumbled into your hair as you nodded your head clutching him. “How did y-you find out?” You asked pulling away. “The video got to me, some fans tweeted me demanding that I see it. I didn’t know it was this bad… I thought it was more or less restricted to the internet. I’m so sorry.” He said kissing your cheek. You nodded, slipping out of his grasp and pecking his cheek going to shower and get rid of the sticky substance covering your body. After you finished, you sat down beside Luke, grabbing your phone and going on twitter. You checked your mentions reluctantly, noticing all the sweet messages fans had sent you, apologizing for what those girls did. You checked Luke’s twitter, noticing that he had tweeted, it broken down into three messages. Fuck. Enough with hurting (Y/N). You can direct hate towards me, hurt me, or whatever but leave her alone. She’s so sweet, and beautiful and means so much to me. Please stop bullying her, she means to much to me to loose her. Be the 5SOS family that I love, and please stop the hate. x The boys had retweeted it, and so did the band account, spreading the word. You looked up smiling at Luke, tears making your vision blurry. “I love you so much, thank you.” You said. He pulled you closer, kissing the crown of your head. “I love you too.”
Michael: You had a very large scar on your arm from a car accident you were in a few years back. It was before you met Michael, but it was a constant reminder of that day. Nobody had died, but your family had been seriously injured when a driver had veered into your lane, causing your Mother to abruptly turn out of the way, the force making you roll down the highway and into a ditch. The window had shattered, impaling your arm and dragging. The pain was indescribable, a fiery burn igniting on your arm. The paramedics had taken you first to the hospital, trying to mend it and put your pain at ease. Blacking out from the accident, you had awoken with a massive wrap of gauze and bandages on your arm, numerous blood transfusions were needed to help you along. After weeks of healing, you were left with a ghastly raised scar. You had learned to live with it, getting used to seeing it on your arm, never covering it when you were with the boys or with Michael. Michael would always say it was fine, kissing it gently and telling you how beautiful you were. The fans didn’t know about it though, and you did a a good job covering it with sleeves. But as you were out with Michael, the heat of LA becoming unbearable, he had told you to roll up your sleeves, it being too hot to cover up. You were past caring, rolling it up and walking hand in hand with him. You forgot about it like you always did, but as more and more people stared at your arm it became apparent that it was the scar dragging their attention, not the guys hand you were holding. “Don’t mind them babe, it’s fine.” He said squeezing your hand in support. You nodded your head, casting your gaze down at the sidewalk trying to avoid eye contact. It wasn’t like it was just a silver line, but it was raised and pink. “Oh my god! Michael Clifford!” You heard some girls yell your way and you smiled, as he apologized to you. “Go meet them, it’s fine!” You said pushing him towards the giddy girls. He kissed your cheek and grabbing your hand, dragging you along with him. You began to talk to the fans, smiling polietly but you noticed that their eyes travelled down to your arm. You heard a girl mutter an ‘ew,’ not trying to hide her disgust as she tugged at her friends sleeve and pointed at your arm. You blushed and pulled down your sleeve, covering the jagged pink scar on your arm. Michael noticing your discomfort and hearing the girls stopped mid sentence and looked at them. “What did you say?” He asked, holding your hand tighter. You put your hand on his bicep, willing him to drop it. The girls looked at him, smiling. “Wipe that grin off your face. Do you know how rude you are saying that? What that says about yourself? Do you think that (Y/N) loves having a reminder of that car accident everyday when she looks down at her arm? You’re not making it an easier for her. Please, keep your nasty comments to yourself.” He said shaking his head in disgust, the girls instantly closing their mouths and the smiles falling from their lips. “Sorry,” the one said, avoiding your eyes. “It’s fine.” You said awkwardly. “Lets go, I think we’re done here.” Michael said glaring at the two blushing girls, as he tugged at your hand leading you away. “You didn’t have to do that Michael,” You said as his arm wrapped around your waist. “But I did, they’re so ignorant saying that.” He shook his head, as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” you said, smiling. He squeezed your waist, kissing your temple. “Anything for you, you’re beautiful, and a scar isn’t going to make a difference about that.”