Every night she studies hard in her room, at least that’s what her parents assume..
She snEAKS ONTO TUMBLR TO REBLOG PHOTOS OF A BAND WHO WILL NEVER KNOW SHE EXISTS AND CRIES ABOUT IT
ian5SOS fucking pisses me off, saying 5SOS are dumbasses for saying they want to tour with ATL then touring with one direction and how they’re “contradicting themselves”
IF ANYTHING THAT JUST SHOWS THAT THEY’RE OPEN TO DOING DIFFERENT THINGS AND TOURING WITH LOTS OF DIFFERENT ARTISTS OF DIFFERENT GENRES
THEY COULD HAVE SAID NO TO 1D IF THEY DIDN’T WANT TO TOUR WITH THEM AGAIN
SHUT THE FUCK UP IAN, UR NOT THEIR MANAGER AND YOUR OPINION DOES NOT MATTER AT ALL
CALL THEM IDIOTS, BUT THEN DON’T FUCKING KISS THEIR ASS IF THEY CALL YOU OUT ON IT WHICH THEY WILL
A/N: I’m so sorry this took forever and I know Ashton’s isn’t done yet, but I wanted to post what I had done so far since you’ve been waiting so long!
Ashton: "All my friends keep asking why I’m not around. It hurts to know you’re happy, and it hurts to know you’re not mine."
Calum: "I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted. I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted."
It had been almost 3 months since you were killed in a car crash and your fiancée Calum still hasn’t even remotely began to recover. He was on tour when he got the news that you had been in a head on collision, hit by a drunk driver, on your way home from working late, and that you were in the hospital in critical condition. He got the first flight back, having Zack Merrick from All Time Low fill in his place for the following shows so he could be with you as you recovered. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to spend much time with you, and you never recovered. Due to the complications with internal bleeding in most of your organs, you passed away two days after Calum arrived while he was in the gift shop buying you fresh flowers. When he walked back in the room and your family was crowded around you with tears in your eyes, his heart literally stopped for a moment. The vase full of water that was holding the flowers fell to the floor and shattered on impact. He couldn’t breathe as he walked over to the side of your bed, your two siblings parting out of his way. Angry tears formed in his eyes as he grabbed your hand and held it tight; hoping him squeezing it would somehow bring you back to life. Pushing some hair off your face, he started sobbing, burying his face in your chest, soaking your hospital gown with his tears. “Please don’t leave me, Y/N. I need you.” he whimpered against the fabric. Your family watched on, their hearts breaking not only for their own loss but for Calum’s as well. The funeral was held two days later in the cemetery you were to be buried. The boys re-scheduled their show for that day and flew home to support Calum, standing by his side the entire time as the priest read out your eulogy. Your family asked if he would like to speak, but he just couldn’t bring himself to be strong enough in front of so many people, or put his love for you into words. Instead, your oldest sister decided to write her own speech, and talked about your relationship with him in it. “Calum and Y/N were engaged, as you all know. When they started dating, I had never seen my sister so happy. She would come home from school just glowing with radiance, a sparkle in her eyes as she gushed about how this boy in her class and her were dating, and that he was taking her to prom. I warned her about high school boys, as I had been there myself, and told her not to expect too much from boys that age. But Calum proved us all wrong. When the family first met him, we couldn’t get over how perfect he was for Y/N. They balanced each other so well and he made my baby sister so happy. It didn’t take long for him to become a part of our family as well. When Y/N and Calum announced the engagement, it was a celebration in our household. Mom, Y/N and I had started making plans for the wedding the moment she showed us the engagement ring, even though it would still be a few years before the ceremony…” she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath “and now, we’ll never get to carry out those plans. Calum, I can honestly tell you that my sister loved you so much. You were her entire world, and made even the darkest of her days better. Thank you for everything you did for her. We are so eternally grateful.” Tears were now streaming heavily down Calum’s face as Ashton pulled him into a hug, trying to comfort him. He couldn’t bear to stay to watch you get lowered into the ground in your casket, so he went home and spent the rest of the day in his bed. Weeks went by and when he was expected to return to tour, he broke the news that he was quitting the band, saying there was no way he could ever perform again without thinking of you, who had been at every single one of their home shows and even came on tour with them a couple times. The media went crazy and fans verbally attacked him at every chance they got, causing him to have to deactivate his twitter. But the words never got to him. He was still hung up on you, and couldn’t get over the fact that he’d never wake up to your smiling face anymore. He spent most of his days just driving around town, sitting in his car in all your favorite places you went together. The park, the cinema, the ice skating rink… he would sit in the car, just thinking of you and all the good times you had. Sometimes he would even talk to you, hoping that you could hear him. He’d tell you how much he missed you, how your family was doing. He’d talk about the weather or what happened on the latest episode of Supernatural. In time, Calum eventually moved on. He never did join 5SOS again, but remained friends with the boys and decided to go to University for a degree in Music Therapy. He was currently dating one of the girls from his course, but he would still talk to you every night and tell you how much he loved you, and that he always would for the rest of his life.
Luke: "When he says those words that hurt you, do you even read the ones I wrote you?"
Luke was your co-worker. The two of you worked at a summer day camp for children in your town. There were 5 of you, all close in age who worked as the counselors for the kids. You loved your job, and loved being able to spend your time taking the kids on fun activities such as the zoo or the waterpark. Luke loved it too, and you noticed his love for kids and the job right away. You also noticed how much the kids loved him, and how excited they were to see that he was heading an event for the day. This intrigued you. He seemed like a good enough guy – he was just quiet and didn’t talk to the other counselors much. One day, while you were waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up from work, you decided to sit next to him on the bench out front that he was reading at. You introduced yourself, and the two of you spoke for a while about the job, your life outside of work and his band that he played in that were trying to make it big. In the middle of his story about one of his band mates getting stuck in the laundry chute in his house, your boyfriend pulled up in his Jeep and honked loudly, signaling for you to hurry up. You sighed and grabbed your bag, saying goodbye to Luke who waved and said he’d see you tomorrow. As you got in the car, your boyfriend glared at you. “Who the fuck is that?” he huffed, nodding his head towards Luke who was still sat on the bench, reading his book again. “That’s my co-worker, Luke.” You replied softly. You knew your boyfriend didn’t like you talking to other boys, but Luke wasn’t like other boys. He wasn’t going to try to make a move on you. You could tell that already from the little you talked to him. Your boyfriend scoffed at his name. “Yeah, well, don’t fucking talk to him again, alright Y/N?” You frowned, looking at Luke out the window as you drove away. He saw your frown and had a look of concern on his face as he waved. You didn’t dare wave back in fear of what your boyfriend would do.
The next day, your boyfriend was late again, and Luke was out front again as well. He smiled when he saw you and walked over. Before he got to you, you pulled out your phone and checked the time. You still had a bit before your boyfriend would be here. And what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right? Luke handed you a bag of sour patch kids. “You looked upset yesterday when you left.” He said with a smile as you thanked him for the candy. “Just thought I’d try to cheer you up. Everything okay?” he asked, looking at you. You nodded. “Yea, everything is fine. My boyfriend just had a bad day.” You made an excuse quickly. You found yourself doing that often when people asked about him. Luke nodded and let the subject go. Instead, the two of you talked about Fullmetal Alchemist instead, which you found was both of your favorite anime. “I can never talk about this kind of stuff with my boyfriend. He just laughs and says how nerdy and lame I am.” You said softly. Luke raised an eyebrow. “Why would he say that? He shouldn’t be making fun of you for what you like. He should be supporting you.” Luke said, looking into your eyes. They were such a beautiful blue! You shrugged. “It’s fine. He’ s teasing.” you lied. Just then, his jeep pulled into the parking lot. Oh shit, had 20 minutes passed already? You quickly stood up and ran over to the car without saying goodbye to Luke. “See you tomorrow, Y/N!” he called out after you before turning around and heading back inside, you assumed to grab his stuff. You took a deep breath and got in the car. “What the fuck did I tell you about talking to him?!” your boyfriend yelled as you got in the car. You didn’t say anything. “Fucking answer me when I’m talking to you!” he said, grabbing you by your wrist, pulling you close to him. You tried to shrink away from him as he screamed in your face about how you were being a slut and that you were only for him and not for any other guys. The two of you drove off back to your apartment, you cowering in fear the entire ride.
Weeks went by, and you didn’t dare speak to Luke. He tried to make conversation with you, but you just ignored him. He didn’t take it personally though… he knew better. He had walked out of the building that day and saw your boyfriend grabbing you and yelling in your face. He wanted to intervene and stop the situation, but didn’t dare in fear that your boyfriend could have hurt you physically right then and there. One day, you were walking home from work instead of getting a ride from your boyfriend, who has out having beers with the guys. You were almost to your house when you heard a voice behind you.
“Wait, Y/N!” You spun around and saw Luke jogging after you. You looked around nervously, looking to see if your boyfriend was anywhere near before turning back to face the blonde boy.
“Look, Luke, I—-“ you began but were cut off.
“It’s okay. I.. I know everything. Just.. here.” He said, handing you a piece of paper. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow, okay?” He walked off, heading across the intersection towards the grocery store. You looked down at the folded piece of paper. Your name was written on the front. You opened it and read what was scrawled on the inside.
You are worth so much more. You are a beautiful, charming girl with such a big heart. Don’t let anyone dull your shine, and don’t let anyone who claims to love you hurt you – physically, emotionally, or mentally. I’m always here for you.
Tears formed in your eyes as you closed the note. You looked back at your apartment building, then the way Luke went and you took off after him. You spent the night at the house he shared with his band mates, and went into work with him the next day. At the end of the day when your boyfriend was waiting for you in the Jeep, you didn’t go near him. Rather, Luke did. He tried to talk to your boyfriend who was about to become your ex and when he got out of the car and tried to grab Luke, you saw the other 3 boys run over next to him. They threatened to call the cops if he didn’t leave and tried to start a fight with Luke.
“Don’t ever come near her again. If I hear you so much as trying to contact you, we’ll put a restraining order on your ass so fast.” You heard Luke hiss at your ex boyfriend who was getting back in his car, visibly fuming and restraining himself from not throwing a punch. As the Jeep sped off, you ran over to Luke and he took you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. “You won’t have to worry about him again, okay?”
And you didn’t. You got your name taken off the lease from the apartment you shared and he never contacted you again. You moved in with Luke and his band mates. The two of you weren’t officially dating yet, as you weren’t ready to get officially involved with anyone yet, but you were falling for him harder and harder each day.
Michael:"If today I woke up with you right beside me, like all of this was some twisted dream, I’d hold you closer than I ever did before."
The moment you find out Michael cheated on you was the moment you left him. You weren’t the type of girl to stay with someone who didn’t respect you, and when you got wind that he had slept with one of his tour mates from the all girl band opening for him, you ended it. “Don’t fucking touch me, Michael!” you yelled, swatting his hand away your wrist which he was trying to grab. Angry tears welled up in your eyes, glaring at him. “I can’t fucking believe you, Mikey. You’re such a fucking pig that you couldn’t keep it in your pants for the whole two weeks I was gone?! You disgust me. Fuck you, and fuck this stupid ring!” you shouted, taking off the promise ring he gave you and throwing it to the ground. “Y/N, please, let me explain I —- “ he began, tears rolling down his cheek as he tried to beg you to just hear him out. To see you so angry at him, to hear you say those words… it was breaking him. But you weren’t about to have it. “Explain what, Michael?! Explain how you just couldn’t help but fuck that little slut?” you screamed, grabbing your bag and walking off towards the front door, marching right past him. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. It was your choice to sleep with her, and you made that choice. Goodbye, Michael.” With that, you slammed the door shut behind you, leaving Michael standing alone in his living room. He spent the night curled up on the sofa, crying. He loved you, he truly did, and sleeping with that girl was a drunken mistake. He wasn’t going to deny it was a shitty thing to do, but he just couldn’t believe you wouldn’t hear him out and give him a chance to prove how much he loved you and to try to make it up to you. Michael woke up in his bed the next morning, forgetting what happened the night before for a moment and turned on his side, expecting to see you sleeping beside him. His heart dropped when he saw you weren’t there, and remembered what went down the night before. A sigh escaped his lips as he picked up his phone, hoping he would have a missed call from you. But he didn’t. Instead, he tried calling you but it went straight to voicemail. He attempted this all day, but you never answered. He texted you a couple times, trying to ask you to come around so you guys could try to talk things out, but you never replied. The two of you had gotten into fights before, but nothing you couldn’t solve. Michael kept trying to convince himself that you just needed a day or so, and that after that you would be able to work things out. A week passed. Michael tried to call you and text you the whole time, but you ignored every single attempt. In fact, you even got his number blocked, so you didn’t receive the calls or texts after the second day. He went into a state of depression, not leaving hisbed for days on end. All he did was sleep, and in his dreams the scene where you called things off with him replayed over and over. Each time he awoke, he hoped it was a bad dream and turned to his side, praying to himself that you were laying there next to him… but you never were. Eventually, Luke was able to get a hold of you and explained the situation to you about how Mikey hadn’t left his bed in days, and that you should try to talk to him. “He cheated on me, Luke.” You said angrily. “I know, and it was a shitty thing to do. I’m not saying you should get back together with him after that… but the guys and I are begging you, go talk to him.” You reluctantly agreed, and showed up to Michael’s the next day. You knocked, but when you waited for five minutes for an answer, you decided to let yourself in with the spare key you had. You climbed the stairs to his room and opened the door to his bedroom. He was asleep, but was muttering to himself like he often did when he dreamt. Tears were rolling down his cheek as he spoke. “Y/N, please… please… don’t… I need you” he cried in his sleep. You watched, fear welling up inside of you. What was happening in his dream? Gently, you shook him awake. When his eyes opened and he saw you, he grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “Oh my god, Y/N. I had this terrible dream you left me and…”
“It wasn’t a dream, Michael.” You said softly.
He stopped speaking and his face fell. “Oh. I..I forgot. Every time I wake up I think it was just a nightmare and I look and see if you’re next to me and this time you were and I thought…”
The two of you sat in silence. He still was holding you close.
“Will you stay the night, Y/N?”
You studied him for a moment. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, dark bags under his eyes that were pleading. You nodded, pulling the duvet over the two of you. Michael wrapped his arms around you even tighter, pulling you close to him. The two of you lay there in silence for a few hours before drifting off to sleep.
After days and days of talking, yelling and working things out, the two of you were back together. But under one condition: no girls besides the hair dresser, stylist and the boy’s other girlfriends were allowed on tour.