“Come take my hand!”
“I won’t let you go!”
“I’ll be your friend!”
“I will love you so….”
“Will you two twits put a cork in it!”
Looking up from my phone I watched as a giggling, Luke and Charlie plopped down on the bed they had previously been jumping on around Michael.
“I’m bored.” Luke announced.
“Go fuck another.” Michael spat.
Smirking, Calum climbed onto the bed and began humping Michael.
“Ew!” Michael shouted, “Get off me!”
Licking his cheek, Calum climbed off and crossed over to my bed where he lay down with his head on my lap.
“We’re bored.” Luke said for a second time.
“Go have a threesome with Calum, he’s clearly sexually frustrated.” Michael snarled.
“Is that a legitimate offer?” Calum questioned, rolling off of me.
“No!” Luke cried, wrapping his arms around Charlie, “Not in your life time!”
Rolling his eyes, Calum pulled out his phone.
“I want to go somewhere.” Charlie whined.
“There’s the door biatch.” Michael answered.
“Mikey don’t call my girlfriend a biatch please.” Luke sighed.
“I want us all to go do something fun.” Charlie continued, not deterred, “It’s our last day in the UK.”
“We have fans outside.” Michael snapped, “I’m not in the mood to deal with getting ready and taking pictures.”
“I was already down there for an hour and a half.” I informed him.
“Oh wow.” Michael scoffed, “Saint Ashton over here, let’s all just bow down.”
“What is your deal?” I demanded.
“I’m bored.” He spat, “I’m extremely frustrated sexually and just… other stuff.”
“Why don’t you get funky with Jasmine?” Calum asked.
“I bet she’s hairy.” Michael grumbled.
“So?” Luke asked.
“She probably has a bush jungle.”
“Ew, Michael, man why do you always have to go there?” I sighed.
Michael shrugged.
Suddenly there was a knock on our door.
“Speak of the devil.” Michael grumbled, “If it’s her don’t let her in.”
Rolling her eyes Charlie skipped over to the door and throwing it open revealed Jasmine, who was eating a cup of yogurt.
“What’s up?” she greeted, sitting on the end of Michael’s bed.
“Your weight fat ass, every time I see you, you’re eating.” He muttered.
“Michael!” Luke shouted.
Sighing, Jasmine threw her yogurt in the trash.
“So what’s going on Jazzy?” I questioned, trying to change the subject.
“My wrists were bugging me.” She muttered, “I thought hanging out with you guys would take my mind of it.”
“Don’t you have pills or something you can take?” Michael laughed.
“I took them.” She spat.
“Take more.”
“Yeah, I’ll just take the whole bottle.”
“Please do.”
“Michael what the actually fuck?” I demanded.
“You don’t tell people to take a whole bottle of pills you ass!” Charlie cried.
“She suggested it.” Michael laughed, “I just said, if she did, I wouldn’t be all torn up about it.”
“You’re an absolute just…. piece of….. gah!” Jasmine exclaimed rising to her feet, “What is your problem pal?”
“Meriod.” Claum muttered.
“Go shove your thumb up your ass Calum.” Michael snapped.
“Michael, honestly, what is your deal late man?” I asked.
“You people!” he blew up, “All people! Freaking, disposable skin covered skeletons that are here just long enough for you to decide you can’t live without them before they leave you!”
Stunned, I watched as he rose to his feet, and started for the door.
“Mikey.” Charlie whispered, running after him and wrapping his arms around his middle.
Stunned, he stared down at her, before slowly returning the gesture.
“I-um-thank you.” He mumbled, “I’m sorry I just… I need a minute.”
Prying her off of himself, he pushed her away gently before grabbing his shoes and practically running out the door.
“Poor guy.” Jasmine mumbled.
“It’s your fault.” Calum said slowly.
“What?” she whispered.
“You remind him of Jess, you can tell. He wasn’t bad like this until you came.”
“I….I didn’t… I’m…..” Jasmine stammered.
“Calum!” I cried.
“It’s the truth.” He said shrugging, “It’s not her fault, but it’s true.”
“I….I’m going back to my room.” Jasmine whispered, rising to her feet and making a beeline for the door.
Waiting until she was gone I rounded on Calum.
“What?” he questioned.
“If you don’t know what, you have piss for brains.” I spat.
“Should I have kept that to myself?” he asked.
“You think?” I snapped.
Sighing, he looked down.
“I’m going to go try and fix this mess.” I grumbled.
“Do you want us to come?” Charlie asked.
“No.” I sighed, “You and Luke stay here, I don’t need more drama.”
Tugging on my shoes I crossed over to the door and making sure I had my room key in my pocket slipped out into the empty hall.
Figuring I would check on Michael first since he left first I started for the elevator at the end of the hall, when suddenly my phone rang. Pulling it out of my pocket, and finding Destiny’s name I hesitated for a moment before hitting ignore, I’d talk to her after I dealt with things.
Entering the elevator I pushed the button for the lobby when my phone rang again. Sighing, I pulled it out, and seeing Destiny’s name hesitated.
“This better be important.” I grumbled, pressing the phone to my ear.
Watching the numbers lighting up above me, showing me what floor I was on I sighed, “Hey babe what’s up?”
“A-ashton?” she sniffed.
Instantly mad at myself for not answering the first time, I Pressed the phone closer to my ear.
“Des sweetheart what’s wrong?” I questioned, “Are you crying…. Again.”
“No.” she laughed in a way that was so blatantly forced I winced, “I just wanted to call you and say I love you. A lot, so much…. I just……I just love you. Okay?”
“Okay.” I said slowly, “I love you too, is everything okay?”
“No Ashton.” She laughed again, “No I’m not.”
Panic flooded through me as my mind began to race.
“Destiny where are you?” I asked gently.
“Noel’s.” she sighed.
“Where is Noel?”
“A friend’s.”
“Are you alone?”
“……I…”
“Destiny is someone there with you?”
“No…. it’s just me myself and Déjà vu.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I….. I love you Ashton, that’s what I called to say.”
“Woah, wait don’t hang up!”
“Tell Mikey I love him too okay?”
“Desitny!”
“And Luke, and Charlie and Grace and Calum, and Gabby, your family, Ashley when you see her.”
“Destiny don’t!”
“I love you.”
“Destiny Marie! Don’t you dare!”
“Bye.”
And then the line went dead.
“Shit.” I cursed, my fingers trembling as I tried to call her back, however she didn’t answer.
Realizing that the elevator had reached the lobby long ago and I was just standing there, I hurriedly walked out, and scanning the room found Michael at the front desk.
“Michael!” I shouted, my chest tight as I tried Destiny’s phone for about the fifteenth time.
“What?” he demanded, turning to face me.
“Call Destiny.” I pleaded.
“I just talked to her yesterd….”
“Call her now!”
“Okay, you ass hole!” he spat, “God what is your deal.”
“She’s trying it again.” I choked out, hitting redial.
“What?” Michael gasped.
“Call her!” I shouted.
Pulling his phone, out he began dialing.
“What did she tell you?” he demanded.
“Good bye.” I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek.
“Call Harry.” Michael said, looking to be on the verge of a break down, “He lives like five minutes from Noel’s.
Shaking, I dialed Harry Style’s number, which to my relief he answered after only a few short rings.
“Hiiii!” he greeted.
“Harry.” I choked out, “Go to Noel’s house, it’s Destiny, she’s trying to kill herself.”
“What?” Harry cried, standing up by the tone of his voice, Lily’s voice growing fainter in the background, “Are you sure?”
“She called me.” I cried, “And I didn’t do anything, I’m so stupid.”
“No you’re not.” Harry sighed, “She’s fine, she’ll be fine, I’m in my car now, I can make this ride take… two minutes.”
“Thanks.” I managed.
“It’ll be fine.” Harry reassured me, his own voice wavering, “Sh…. She’s tried this so many times before, she’s like a cat, she’s got nine lives.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I whispered.
“What?” Harry demanded.
“This is….” I mumbled, “This is ten.”
DESTINY'S POV~
“Destiny don’t!”
“I love you.” I whispered, closing my eyes, my heart aching.
“Destiny Marie! Don’t you dare!” Ashton pleaded sounding hysterical.
I could just see him, his hazel eyes filled with tears, his face pale, running his fingertips though his hair without even realizing it, pacing. Not wanting to think about how badly I was hurting him I knew I had to end it.
“Bye.” I whispered.
Suddenly the phone was snatched away from my ear, the call ended before the phone was thrown to the ground, shattering.
Shaking I looked up into the cold, cruel eyes of the figure infront of me, a clown mask, concealing their face, I wouldn’t have known who they were, if the voice wasn’t so familiar.
“That was cute Des, really cute.”
“Shut up Brad.” I spat.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” He snapped, slapping me across the face for about the fifteenth time that day, my cheek now numb, immune to his blows.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whispered.
Smirking, Brad motioned for the second masked figure in the corner, Tristan and the unmasked Connor , to come forward.
Grinning, they did, setting a container of bleach, a cup and a container of Jimmy’s pain pills for his back, infront of me.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because sweetheart, you’re perfect bait.” Connor laughed, “Not only are you the ugly one’s brother, you’re the really ugly one’s girlfriend.”
“Says the toad who’s so ugly he has to wear a mask.” I scoffed.
“You little brat!” Tristan spat, ripping my head back by my ponytail, before pulling off his mask.
Immediately my stomach churned at the sight of his face, or the mess where his face used to be.
“Why don’t you call me ugly to my face!” he snarled, pressing his nose against mine.
I remained silent.
“Go ahead!” he laughed, savagely, pulling a knew out of his pocket, “I’ll carve you like a pumpkin.”
“Alright, Tris, enough.” Brad chuckled, “We’ve got work to do.”
“Please don’t.” I whimpered.
“Why do you care?” Tristan laughed, “You want to die don’t you, think of it as a favor.”
“I promised Ashton I wouldn’t do this again.” I whispered.
“He’ll get over it.” Brad laughed, “Have you looked in the mirror lately, he’s probably already over it.”
“Yeah.” Tristan chuckled, “Now, enough chit chat, let’s get this over with, before we get busted.”
“You know what to do.” Brad replied.
Grabbing my face, Connor stepped forward and forced my mouth open. Screaming I watched as Brad unscrewed the cap on the pills and began dropping them into my mouth.
Unable to move since I was tied to a chair, I refused to swallow until I felt a knife at my throat.
“Good girl.” Brad laughed, “How about a drink to wash it down?”
Shaking my head wildly, I screamed, and then it was filling my mouth, stinking my nose, burning my eyes, scalding my throat, burning, festering, killing me, bleach.
And then I heard it, a car door.
His eyes wide, Brad dumped the rest of the glass down my throat before starting towards the door.
“Shut her down.” He instructed.
Smirking, Tristan cracked his knuckles, stepping back while Connor continued to hold my head in place, before Tristan came forward once again, elbowing me sharply in the temple.
Blinking back the stars infront of me, I felt Connor untie me and then I crumbled to the ground unable to move, my mind slow and groggy and my throat burning.
“Night, night Des.” Tristan chuckled, “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
And then they were gone, and I was alone, the world around me fading. I don’t know how long I lay there, struggling to cling to consciousness, before I heard footsteps on the stairs, saw a pair of familiar brown boots, heard a gasp, felt someone scooping me up, and then everything went dark.