Calum

I sat in class, half listening to the teacher droning on about god knows what. I sighed as I looked down at my watch to see that the class still had half an hour left.

"Y/N Y/L/N, to the headmaster's office immediately, Y/N Y/L/N, to the headmaster's office immediately." The intercom sounded. I groaned as I packed my stuff up and walked out of the class, ignoring the whispers that debated what I had done wrong. I walked down the corridor, thinking about if Calum's last stunt may have landed me in hot water with the headmaster. As if on cue, a hand shot out of the caretaker's cupboard and pulled me in. I was pushed against the door as a familiar set of lips started to attack my neck.

"You know, there's this amazing device called a mobile phone, it lets you contact people when you need them." I chuckled as Calum's lips moved up and down my neck.

"I didn't want to get you into trouble." He hummed against my skin.

"And the hickey that you're currently leaving on me won't?" I teased. He stopped kissing my skin and looked at me.

"If you prefer physics, I can easily walk you back and we can do this later." He smiled, cocking his head to the side.

"Hell no." I muttered as I grabbed the back of his neck and connected our lips, making Calum smirk.

"Come on, let's head back to my place, my parents won't be in until later." He spoke against my lips.

"Good." I smirked as I opened the door and we headed to the school doors.

Luke

I sat on my bed, watching TV as I flicked through my phone. Suddenly, a text appeared.

Calum: Open your bedroom door.

My eyebrows furrowed as I stood from my bed and walked to the door before opening it. My eyes widened at what I saw. Calum and Michael stood there with an unconscious Luke, his arms looped over their shoulder as his head hung.

"Oh, my god, what happened?!" I exclaimed as they rushed into the room and dumped him onto my bed.

"He got in some stupid fight over you." Michael sighed.

"What do you mean over me?" I scoffed.

"That ass, Rob, was saying how you would be better off being his girl instead of Luke's. Basically, things were said, punches were thrown, people were hurt." Calum explained.

"Oh, my god. Right, get me some towels, some cold water, bandages, and pain killers." I spoke, making them nod as they left the room to bring back what I needed. I knelt down by the bed, running my fingers gently through Luke's hair, causing him to wake up.

"Hey, babe." He greeted weakly.

"You're such an idiot, Lucas Robert Hemmings." I sighed.

"What have I done now?" he chuckled tiredly.

"Getting into a fight over me?" I asked. He sighed.

"He was saying things about you, and I couldn't let him walk away unscathed. I just taught him how to respect my girl." He shrugged. I sighed at him.

"You shouldn't let him get to you. He knows that I'm your weakness, but you're never going to lose me." I promised, making him smile at me.

"Thanks, babe." He yawned as he closed his eyes again.

Michael

"I'm just saying, he's not a good guy." Michael lectured as we walked through the school corridors. I rolled my eyes.

"He's fine, Mikey. I'm not sure what's gotten into you, you've been fine with all of my other boyfriends." I huffed.

"Trust me, I've never liked the idea of you having a boyfriend, but he's just bad news, Y/N." he spoke.

"Speak of the devil." He scowled as I saw Simon walking up to us, looking pissed.

"This isn't good." I muttered to Michael.

"You were meant to call me last night." Simon hissed at me.

"Sorry, I had a ton of revision to do." I sighed as Michael's fists clenched.

"Bullshit, Y/N. You were probably sucking your little buddies off or something." He scowled, looking at Michael.

"That's not true, and you know it." I spat at him.

"Whatever, Y/N. Don't worry, I've known for a long time what a slut you are." He spat.

"Okay, how about you walk away before I break your jaw?" Michael nodded as he stood in front of me. Simon just scoffed at him.

"Why don't you just run along, Clifford?" he smirked at him.

"I'm not going anywhere until you've learned to treat Y/N with some respect." Michael spat. Simon looked between Michael and I.

"Whatever. Have fun being a slut, Y/N." he mocked. Suddenly, Michael's fist collided with Simon's jaw and he fell to the ground.

"If you ever call her that again, I will end you." Michael spat. I grabbed his arm.

"Come on." I muttered as I pulled him away.

Ashton

I sat on my bed, scribbling notes for the test that I was definitely going to fail. I sighed as I noticed the time: 11:15pm. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and I whipped my head around to see the culprit. Ashton Irwin swung his leg over my windowsill and rolled into my room. I shot up as he noticed me. He straightened up.

"Hey. It's...Y/N, right?" he asked.

"What are you doing in my room, Ashton?" I questioned. He looked at me in surprise.

"You know my name? Oh, I guess I'm further than I expected-."

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked again. He pointed behind him.

"Your neighbour, Luke, was having a party. There was alcohol, and weed and shit, all supplied by me. Then the cops showed up, and I didn't really want to explain how I got everything, so I ran." He shrugged. I scoffed at him.

"Promise that you won't tell anyone." He spoke.

"What do I get in return?" I asked. He smirked at me.

"You get my number." He spoke confidently. I scoffed at his cockiness.

"Why the hell would I want your number?" I asked.

"I see the way that you look at me when I'm at Luke's. Don't deny it, because I feel the same about you." He nodded as he walked towards me slowly. I thought for a moment. He looked at me hopefully.

"Fine." I sighed. He smiled before putting his number into my phone and kissing me on the cheek.

"Catch you later, babe." He smirked as he climbed back out of the window.

Calum

I sat in class, trying to not fall asleep at the teacher's monotonous voice. Suddenly, I got a text and smiled at who it was.

Calum: Am in usual place.

Y/N: Okay, will be there soon.

"Miss, I have a family crisis." I lied as I packed my stuff up and walked out of the classroom. I walked through the corridors and out of the side door to Calum and I's usual place. I smiled as I saw a puff of smoke from around the corner.

"Hey." I smiled as I saw Calum with a cigarette in between his lips.

"Hey, babe." He greeted, sucking the smoke into his lungs before puffing it out.

"Oh, fuck." I groaned as I rummaged through my bag.

"What's up?" he asked, looking at me.

"I left my cigarettes at home, meaning that I'll probably get grounded when I get back." I sighed.

"You can stay at mine tonight, if you want." He spoke as he handed me his cigarette.

"You know that we never get any sleep when I'm staying over." I teased, taking a hit of the cigarette.

"Why do you think I'm inviting you over?" he smirked. I returned it before handing back the cigarette.

"Mum is going to kill me though." I muttered as Calum took a hit and blew out the smoke.

"You'll be okay." He shrugged. I reached for the cigarette but Calum held it out of my reach.

"Ah, ah, ah." He teased.

"Oh, come on, Cal." I groaned.

"I've got a better idea." He smirked as he took another hit and grabbed my face before joining our lips. I smirked into it as he blew the smoke into my lungs. I broke the kiss for a moment to puff out the smoke but quickly re-joined our lips as Calum backed me into the wall and held my hands above my head.

"We need to get to yours. Now." I muttered.

"Your wish is my command, babe." He smirked as he took my hand and walked us to his car.

Luke

I walked towards Ashton's tattoo parlour, where I had said that Luke could do my first tattoo. I smiled as I saw him leaning against the wall outside, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey, babe." He spoke as he kissed me, his lips tasting of nicotine and mint.

"Hey." I spoke as I took the cigarette and placed it between my own lips.

"Come on, let's get your tattoo done." He grinned.

"Fine." I mumbled as I stomped out the cigarette and went inside. I sat down on the chair as Luke got the ink ready and put on gloves.

"Where do you want it?" he asked.

"The back of my shoulder." I spoke.

"Top off, then." He smirked. I rolled my eyes as I pulled my top over my head. Luke grabbed a chair and put it next to mine before sitting down and gently moving me. I flinched at the coolness of his gloves.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, looking at me with concerned eyes.

"Your gloves are cold." I responded quietly.

"I know that you're nervous. But it's going to be okay." He reassured.

"Easy for you to say, you don't have the pain threshold of a spoon." I huffed.

"You have got a big pain threshold, we've determined that several times in the bedroom." He smirked. I laughed and playfully smacked his arm.

"Ow." He chuckled, making me smile.

"How about we make a deal? You sit here, like a good girl, whilst I do your tattoo, and I'll reward you later." He smirked, peppering kisses along my neck.

"Deal." I smiled as he started. An hour later, the tattoo was complete.

"You like it?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's great." I smiled.

"Now, to fulfil my end of the bargain." He smirked as he grabbed my hips and pressed our lips together.

Michael

I opened my eyes and looked around. My eyes widened as I looked down to see an arm around my waist. I looked behind me and screamed as I sat up.

"Hey, what's with all the screaming?" Michael groaned as he rubbed his eye.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?" I hissed.

"I'm your boyfriend, I'm always in your bed." He joked.

"Yeah, but-." I stopped as I noticed his bloody knuckles.

"Michael, what the fuck did you do last night?" I asked as I took his hand.

"I can't remember exactly. I got pretty drunk for the first half, and the rest is a blur." He giggled like a child. I sighed.

"Ohh, I remember now. I beat the shit out of your ex." He admitted. My eyes widened.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! You can't just go around beating people up!" I hissed.

"Babe, chill, I didn't beat up Derek, no, he's the nice guy, isn't he-yeah, no, I beat up Simon, the douche." He rambled in a still slightly drunk mess.

"Jesus, Michael, what am I going to do with you?" I sighed.

"Love me and cuddle me." He mumbled as he wrapped his arms back around my waist and rested his head on my chest.

"You don't deserve cuddles." I tutted. He looked up at me and pouted.

"Don't be mean, babe, I always deserve cuddles." He giggled as he closed his eyes and held onto my torso.

"Goodnight, Y/N." he smiled to himself.

"Well, it's not night, but okay, Michael." I sighed, gently running my hands through his hair.

Ashton

I walked along the path that led into the school. I sighed as I took my earphones out and turned off my music. Suddenly, I was grabbed and shoved against the wall with an arm against my neck, making it hard to breathe.

"Hey, Y/N." Carl smirked, fanning his repulsive breath over my face.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spat.

"I would be careful what you say to me, I'm kind of controlling your oxygen flow right now." He grinned.

"What do you want?" I asked again.

"Your little boyfriend, Irwin, owes me some drug money, which I haven't gotten, so...I don't know, I'm going to call you a bargaining chip." He shrugged.

"Just get off of me, I'll talk to Ashton, he'll give you the money if I tell him to." I tried to persuade him as my lungs got tighter and tighter.

"Or I could just keep you and wait for him to come to me." He chuckled.

"It worked." Carl whipped around as I dropped to the floor and gasped for air. I looked up to see Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael stood there, Ashton standing there with clenched fists.

"Leave her out of this." He spat as I sat with my back against the wall, taking deep breaths.

"Or what? What are you doing to do?" Carl mocked.

"This." Ashton shrugged before punching him in the jaw and making him fall to the floor. Ashton rushed to me and scooped me up in his arms.

"Babe, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" he asked, gently moving a strand of hair out of my face.

"Yeah, my neck is just a little sore." I muttered, my voice croaky.

"Don't worry, he won't be bugging you again." He promised before placing a kiss on my head.