aw you guys are so sweet i've missed you
Ashton:
"Get me a drink I get drunk off one sip
just so I can adore you"
"Y/N," Ashton giggled as he swayed slightly on his feet, leaning against the cold surface of the bar to steady himself. You rolled your eyes at your drunk friend, it seemed the only time Ashton was remotely interested in you was when he was intoxicated.
"Yes Ashton?" You replied, clearly done with this whole situation. He just giggled again while leaning close to your ear, so close that you could feel his lips brush against the shell of your ear as he laughed.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" He whispered, sending chills down your spine as you stumbled back, shocked at the words that had just left his mouth. With tears in your eyes and a flush coming to your cheeks you slowly back away from him, shaking your head. How can he think he can just use you like that whenever he wants? You reaction seemed to sober him up however as he processed the words he had just said to the unknowing love of his life. His eyes quickly widened as he approached you slowly, as if not to scare you off.
"No, no, no Y/N. That's not what I meant, I mean it is but I want more than that. I want you." He told you, his hands raised in a slight surrender. You thought about how badly you've wanted Ash to say those words, and for how long. Finally he was saying them, but completely wasted. How did you know if he was being sincere or not?
"i don't know ash, how do i know you're going to remember any of this tomorrow?" you ask, tears still pooling in your eyes, threatening to spill over. he sighs, moving towards you and grabbing your face in his hands. then he kisses you. it's all you've ever wanted, to feel his lips against your own, and it was worth it. the only word that comes to mind is fireworks, it's the only way you can seem to describe the feeling of being kissed by the person you love as cheesy as it may sound.
Cal:
"I'm just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars"
"i definitely won that round," you tell cal, your hands perched on your hips as you stand in front of him, blocking his way. he just laughs and gently pushes your shoulder back.
"there is no way you won that, mine literally hit the other side of the road." he says defiantly, coming beside you and wrapping his arm around your waist, "you're just being the stubborn girl that i love so very much." he tells you, kissing your forehead. you squirm out of his arms, walking over to the nearest stone and kicking it so hard that it not only reaches the other side of the road, but hits it with such force it flys halfway back again. you turn to cal, a satisfied look on your face,
"now try and beat that," you say cockily as he just laughs at you.
"baby," he starts, walking over to you yet again and wraps you in his arms, "i love you so much," he mumbles, his lips pressed against your skin. you smile happily, feeling the cool night air on your skin, wrapped in your lovers arms, perfectly safe and happy.
"but i definitely will beat you,"
Luke:
"All off my money is spent on these nights just so we can hang out"
"you're honestly seeing this guy again Y/N?" your best friend asks you, swinging around on your spin chair as you get ready for your night out clubbing with luke hemmings and the rest of the band.
"yes i am, he's sweet and wants to see me again," you tell her, waiting for the curling iron to beat up as you try and decide on the dress you're going to wear.
"but isn't he low-life scum, shouldn't take up space on this earth, arrogant band member luke hemmings? or at least, he was until a week ago." she says with a roll of her eyes. and it wasn't as if anything she was saying was untrue, you did hate him up until last week when you'd met him for the first time.
"he was arrogant band member luke hemmings, but that he is no longer," you say, finally zipping up the back of your dress as you march over to start on your hair. you quickly curl your hair, grab your purse and add some lipstick, then it's out the door you go. "i'll see you later tonight, i love you!" you call to your best friend, shutting the door behind you.
the club was packed, sweaty teenagers provocatively dancing was never your thing, even when it was your high school days, even when you were the most popular girl who everyone expected to sleep around and drink. you never succumbed to that though, which means you were very inexperienced with anything remotely sexual.
you soon found luke however, surrounded by loud men smoking and drinking their body weight. he saw you quite quickly and started making his way over.
"hey sexy," he greeted, kissing your cheek as he lead you over to the bar. "two shots please," he orders, you rush to grab your wallet out of you purse so you can pay for it but he stops you before you can, giving you a stern look. "i am not letting you pay at all tonight, i know you've used all your money on the last few times babe." he says, grabbing your drinks and passing one to you.
"well then let's cheers to that," you say downing the shot.
Michael:
"Watch me, watch him talk to girls. I'm known as a right-hand slugger. Anybody else wanna touch my lover?"
"they're clearly just another PR relationship."
"i bet he doesn't even like her"
"probably doesn't even talk to her, who would waste their time on that?"
all these things were quite common remarks when the conversation was about michael and you. today, it seemed, was no different. the group of girls sat behind you had not stopping babbling on about you since they're sat there, an hour ago.
but you couldn't leave, not until your boyfriend had finished with his meet and greet. you'd watched enviously as he'd piggybacked and hugged and smiled at and had things whispered in his ear and kissed fans cheeks for the past two hours, and you'd had enough. you caught his eye and motioned that you were going to the bathroom, to which he nodded and blew a kiss at you. you smiled weakly and strode off in the direction of the bathroom, trying to keep the feelings of anger, jealousy and a weird sadness that had been creeping up on you, inside until you got to the bathroom.
once you got there however, it was a mess, you broke down in the stall, sobbing and choking on your tears and even slamming the door a few times. all this fame and attention that michael had brought you was awful, you had people thinking opinions about you that were simply not true, the media portraying you and merely a whore and girls constantly touching your boyfriend.
"Y/N?" you heard michael's voice in the bathroom, silencing your cries. "baby i know you're in here somewhere." he sighed, waiting for you to come out. and you did, you hesitantly opened the stall door, running into your boyfriends waiting arms. he just stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. "i've called off the rest of the meet and greet," he tells you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "i told them my girlfriend needed me and i wasn't going to let her down." you look at him in shock and horror,
"how did you know i was upset?" you ask, leaning your head into his warm chest.
"when you were going to the bathroom you had that look on your face. the 'i'm about to cry but i don't want anyone to see' look." he explains, resting his head on top of yours.
"when i see that look, i come running."
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i rlly like this song so i thought it was perfect
while i was writing this i actually came up with the best topic for the next one so stay tuned.
much love
