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#18 Secret Lovers.

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Luke: Calum specifically told him a thousand times that you were off limits. You were his best friend, and that made you unavailable to the rest of the boys. But three weeks after you met Luke you two just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that the relationship was restricted or not that made the idea enticing, but you couldn’t stay away and Luke was too selfish to. He felt bad of course, but he didn’t think it was right that Calum could tell you who you could or couldn’t date. You tried to hide it. Only after Calum and the others went to sleep would Luke sneak into your room for a late night cuddle session. He, of course, was more obvious about it. He’d just stare at you all the time or touch you and you’d kick him just so he’d knock it out. You were almost caught a couple of times, when Luke would pull you into a hallway just so he could kiss you like he’d been dying to do all day, but you always pulled apart at the last possible second. Seeing him and not being able to touch him killed you, but you weren’t ready to face the consequences of going public just yet. You loved Calum, you really did, and the thing was Luke —whatever it may be— wasn’t worth losing your best friend over.

Ashton: He didn’t want to be a secret. He wanted to take you out and parade you around town like the star he saw you as. You, however, weren’t so enthralled by the idea. You knew that if you two came out as a couple, the safe and comfortable world you built for yourself would shatter. He didn’t understand why you cared so much. It wasn’t your reputation that you cared about, it was about his and all the crap he’d catch just for dating you. Dating you would be social suicide for him. He was the god of your high school, loved by everyone and you were just you. Boring, invisible you. You had no inkling as to what he saw in you, and you knew no one else would see it either. Being the caring person he is, he was willing to wait. He very much liked the back of the library make out sessions and movie marathons in your room.

Calum: Neither of you meant for this to happen. You kissed one time at a party while your friend was stumbling her way to the bathroom. You felt so bad and hated yourself for weeks afterward, but not for the reasons you should have. You liked it —loved it even— and found yourself wanting to do it more and more. So you did. Any time you two were alone, you made out like the world was ending. Both of you felt bad, but you couldn’t stop. It started out as just a physical thing, but Calum found himself wanting to take you to a movie and you started to want it, too. How did you two get into this situation? You never thought you’d be the type of girl that stole your best friend’s boyfriend, and you weren’t. You had to end it, and it hurt, but you deserved it. That’s what you told yourself, anyway. 

Michael: Your parents completely and utterly hated him. It could’ve been the tattoos, or piercings, or his fondness for swearing, but those were all of the things you loved about him. He had a soft spot, but your parents refused to see that. They always talked about how it was just a phase and you’d get over it, but you knew in your heart that how you felt about him was something that you couldn’t just get over. Sure he was loud, but he was so gentle that it made your heart ache. He loved kittens, and cuddling, and even he liked being the little spoon sometimes. All of it clashed with his outward appearance, but it drove you crazy in the best way. Under the grungy clothes and unnatural hair colors, he was the biggest softy you had ever met. He was tough, but you broke down his walls and as he put it “turned him into a pile of mush.” It hurt him to know your parents didn’t like him, and he craved their approval more than anything. Their feelings towards him made him feel like maybe he wasn’t good enough for you. How could someone so pure and so sweet love someone like him? You never failed to remind him that it only mattered if you loved him, not your parents.









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#18 Secret Lovers.

Luke: Calum specifically told him a thousand times that you were off limits. You were his best friend, and that made you unavailable to the rest of the boys. But three weeks after you met Luke you two just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that the relationship was restricted or not that made the idea enticing, but you couldn’t stay away and Luke was too selfish to. He felt bad of course, but he didn’t think it was right that Calum could tell you who you could or couldn’t date. You tried to hide it. Only after Calum and the others went to sleep would Luke sneak into your room for a late night cuddle session. He, of course, was more obvious about it. He’d just stare at you all the time or touch you and you’d kick him just so he’d knock it out. You were almost caught a couple of times, when Luke would pull you into a hallway just so he could kiss you like he’d been dying to do all day, but you always pulled apart at the last possible second. Seeing him and not being able to touch him killed you, but you weren’t ready to face the consequences of going public just yet. You loved Calum, you really did, and the thing was Luke —whatever it may be— wasn’t worth losing your best friend over.

Ashton: He didn’t want to be a secret. He wanted to take you out and parade you around town like the star he saw you as. You, however, weren’t so enthralled by the idea. You knew that if you two came out as a couple, the safe and comfortable world you built for yourself would shatter. He didn’t understand why you cared so much. It wasn’t your reputation that you cared about, it was about his and all the crap he’d catch just for dating you. Dating you would be social suicide for him. He was the god of your high school, loved by everyone and you were just you. Boring, invisible you. You had no inkling as to what he saw in you, and you knew no one else would see it either. Being the caring person he is, he was willing to wait. He very much liked the back of the library make out sessions and movie marathons in your room.

Calum: Neither of you meant for this to happen. You kissed one time at a party while your friend was stumbling her way to the bathroom. You felt so bad and hated yourself for weeks afterward, but not for the reasons you should have. You liked it —loved it even— and found yourself wanting to do it more and more. So you did. Any time you two were alone, you made out like the world was ending. Both of you felt bad, but you couldn’t stop. It started out as just a physical thing, but Calum found himself wanting to take you to a movie and you started to want it, too. How did you two get into this situation? You never thought you’d be the type of girl that stole your best friend’s boyfriend, and you weren’t. You had to end it, and it hurt, but you deserved it. That’s what you told yourself, anyway. 

Michael: Your parents completely and utterly hated him. It could’ve been the tattoos, or piercings, or his fondness for swearing, but those were all of the things you loved about him. He had a soft spot, but your parents refused to see that. They always talked about how it was just a phase and you’d get over it, but you knew in your heart that how you felt about him was something that you couldn’t just get over. Sure he was loud, but he was so gentle that it made your heart ache. He loved kittens, and cuddling, and even he liked being the little spoon sometimes. All of it clashed with his outward appearance, but it drove you crazy in the best way. Under the grungy clothes and unnatural hair colors, he was the biggest softy you had ever met. He was tough, but you broke down his walls and as he put it “turned him into a pile of mush.” It hurt him to know your parents didn’t like him, and he craved their approval more than anything. Their feelings towards him made him feel like maybe he wasn’t good enough for you. How could someone so pure and so sweet love someone like him? You never failed to remind him that it only mattered if you loved him, not your parents.









#17 Texts never sent.

Luke: “I know that we agreed that this was permanent, but my god. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but all I can think about is you, you, you. I don’t want this to be over. I don’t want this to be permanent. I can’t bear for this to be forever because I can’t fathom what it would be like without waking up to you or going to sleep with you or seeing you every day. I know I’m crazy, I’ll admit to that, just please come back. I need you to come back.” -a drunk boy who can’t keep his thoughts in check

Ashton: “I saw him touch your face and I had to look away before what little I’ve eaten lately fought its way out of my stomach. He shouldn’t be allowed to touch you like that. It took me exactly 3 months before I could muster up enough courage to do it without my hands shaking and he did it like it was nothing. My hands were constantly shaking and I’m so sorry its just that I was always way to nervous because you make me way to nervous and I guess thats why you left but you should know thats its gotten a thousand times worse since then. I can barely pour myself a drink.” -I’m taking medication for it

Calum: “I’m sorry I unfollowed you on every social media site out there, but I can’t look at your pictures and not be reminded that you’re not mine anymore. I can’t see your smile and know that I’m no longer the cause. You’re out there doing all of these amazing things, and all I can think about is how I wish I were there with you while you take on the world. I just want to be with you.” -that new girl on your arm will never love you as much as I do

Michael: “My grandma asked me about you, and all I could do was stare at her because somehow saying the we broke up out loud would make it real. That’s right, I keep lying to myself self and saying that we’ll work this out, we can always work this out, but those words lost their effect a long time ago. It’s been 5 months, and I still keep my phone close at hand just in case you see something that reminds you of me and how we used to be until we screwed everything up. I love you, and I don’t know how to stop.” -I think I’ll always be your girl









#16 Fights.

Luke: It had started over something small. Something so minuscule that if you weren’t so mad you would have laughed at. You were furious, but Luke was utterly silent which somehow made it worse. His face was red, and you could see the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching. You wanted to touch him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Still, this was your first fight, and it was crucial that the two of you lasted long enough to endure many more. So, pushing past your stubbornness, you reached out and grabbed his hand. You felt him stiffen, but he didn’t pull away. Slowly, all of the tension subsided, and he drug you down onto the couch; you on top - and placed kiss after kiss on your forehead.

Ashton: What was first a lover’s quarrel ended with you locked in the bathroom crying, and him on the other side begging you to let him in. He couldn’t take the sound of you crying, and would have done anything to make it better. “Baby, please let me in. I am so unbelievably sorry for what I said.” His words were muffled by the door. He heard you sniffle, “Then why did you say it, Ash? You wouldn’t have said it unless there was some truth to it.” He had sat down by now, and figured he’d let you have your time alone. He was hoping you’d let him in soon, but you were never one to give in easily. His side of the door had been quiet for a little while, and you figured he’d walked away; stopped trying. Suddenly, you heard the strum of a guitar and he began singing, “I’m sorry I was a prick, you can kick me in my dick.” You couldn’t help but laugh. The relief on his face warmed you when you finally flung the door open. “Your singing was so bad I just had to get away.” He grinned, “Aw gee, babe, thanks.”

Calum: He said some things, you said some things. Untrue words and empty threats spewed from your mouths like fountains. He was the only person that could make you this angry, and you knew exactly what buttons to press to set him off. All traces of the sweet, always smiling boy had disappeared —replaced with pursed lips and a powerful glare. He watched you with a stony expression as you packed a bag. You’d had fights before, but always made up before this point. No matter how many times you told each other to leave, you both knew the other didn’t mean it. It was an unspoken agreement. Maybe he meant it this time. You were packing as slowly as possible because you were crying too hard and silently praying to every god out there that he would change his mind. You turned around to ask one last time, and you saw he was crying, too. Before you knew it, you were hugging and crying and kissing like you were trying to meld into each other. “Please don’t make me go,” You pleaded. He rubbed your back and whispered into your ear, “I could literally never. That almost killed me. Promise me we’ll never fight like that again.” You nodded your head and held him tighter. “We’re stuck with each other,” You said, and felt him chuckle.

Michael: “Pull the car over!” You yelled through gritted teeth. You didn’t want to be in the car with him any longer, and if he didn’t stop soon, you were going to jump out. “No, are you crazy?” “Michael, If you don’t pull over now I’m going to open this door and throw myself out.” “Don’t be stupid,” He said, stopping the car anyway. Opening the door, you climbed out. Ignoring his hand reaching for your arm. It was raining and cold, but you kept walking. You weren’t going to give in. He was being pig headed, and maybe this would teach him a lesson. You could clearly tell he was following you, probably waiting for you to give up. Joke was on him, though, because you could go all night. Slowly, he pulled up beside you. “Y/N.” Without hesitation, you flipped him off. He wasn’t even phased. “Please get in the car. It’s raining and freezing, and I don’t want to get you sick.” His concern was touching, but you refused. “Not until you apologize.” “I’m sorry I’m an idiot, okay? I love you.” You got in —mostly because of the cold— and blasted the heat. You forgave him, but you still weren’t going to kiss him.









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#15 He says ‘I love you’and you don’t say it back.

Luke: He tried not to be upset. He needed to take it like a man, but that was hard to do when he’d put his heart on the line, only to have it stepped on. He had prepared for this - you guys were just friends afterall - but he prayed so hard you’d say it back. Of course you wouldn’t, though. You were beautiful and he was just a boy who stumbled over his own thoughts, and didn’t know exactly what to say to make you see him as anything more than a best friend.

Ashton: You couldn’t say it back, and he understood. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel it - God it consumed you - but you were scared. You’d seen love die too many times, and you’d rather die a thousand deaths than let what you have with him disappear. No one had ever made you feel this way, and you were terrified that saying it out loud would somehow curse it. He was the best thing that had ever walked into your life, and you’d be damned if you’d just let him walk out. Instead, you kissed him and let every feeling you had for him pour into his mouth.

Calum: He said it, and watched as the smile that lit up your face suddenly dimmed. That was all the confirmation he needed. How could he have been so stupid? Of course you didn’t love him, you had a boyfriend. One that was handsome, and funny, and could give you all the things he couldn’t. All he felt was anger. Not at you - never at you - but at himself for allowing these feelings for you to grow. He should’ve crushed them the moment the first bud bloomed, but he selfishly didn’t. He was too caught up in the smell of your hair, and how your smile made him tingly.

Michael: As much as you loved hearing the words fall from his lips, you just couldn’t do it. You two had tried too many times, and it always had the same result. You loved him, but you couldn’t do this to yourself anymore, and neither should he. The two of you were toxic, and as much as you wanted to be together, you knew deep down you shouldn’t be. He needed a girl that added flames to his fire, not one who doused it. The expression on his face hurt too much to look at, so with one wary smile, you turned and walked away. You couldn’t even bear to answer him.









#14 The fans loved you because..

Luke: You brought him out of his shell. It was no secret that Luke was a shy boy, but that all changed the day he met you. Suddenly he was smiling brighter, taking charge, and cracked jokes that still weren’t funny, but he delivered them so confidently that no one cared. Something about him had changed -in a good way- all thanks to you. He spoke more, and always had this slightly dazed look on his face. You made him want to do all of these weird things, and the fans were thankful for it.

Ashton: You didn’t mind putting up with all of his craziness. He bombarded you with keeks, and countless instagram pictures, and you just went along with it. His life style, too. It you two were hanging out, and a fan came up, you would let them have their time. You even talked to them. It was lovely watching them interact. You knew it made him so happy to talk to fans, and that made you happy too.

Calum: You encouraged him. Calum was sometimes insecure when it came to his voice, but you made sure he knew just how crazy that idea was. His voice was beautiful, and you often wished he’d share it more. Sometimes you’d record him, and then post it for the fans. He’d be irritated at first, but when he read all of the comments he’d get this giddy look on his face. That was the whole reason you did it -to see the smile on his face when he realized people actually liked it. You even somehow convinced him to post more covers, and he and the fans were forever grateful.

Michael: You brought out his gentle side. He was just nicer with you. Everyone loved sarcastic Michael, but they liked this side, too. It showed that even the rowdy boy with the messy hair had a soft side. Ever since he met you, he had been less likely to make fun of the other boys. He still did it -that was just who he was- but he didn’t do it as much as before. You had him completely and utterly whipped.









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