Calum

"You're unbelievable!" I hissed as Calum slammed the front door shut.

"I'm the unbelievable one?!" he snapped.

"Yes! All I want is a fucking apology, Calum." I spat.

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry that you left me to go dance with that scumbag." He sneered.

"You are unreal. I left you at the bar because you were getting drunk and I wanted to dance. Also, he came up to me, how many times do I have to tell you?!" I yelled.

"How about until it actually becomes true!" he shouted.

"What, so that obviously means that you also think that I didn't stop him from touching me." I spat.

"Well, you didn't." he hissed. I scoffed at him.

"Get out." I spoke.

"What?" he scoffed.

"Get out." I demanded.

"Y/N, this is our house, you can't just kick me out-."

"Well, it was my house first, so, yes, I can. Just get out, I don't want to see you right now." I spoke as I opened the door and pushed Calum towards it.

"But-."

"You can get your stuff in the morning." I said. He looked at me, looking so heartbroken.

"Please don't do this-."

"Goodbye, Calum." I spoke before shutting the door.

It was the next morning, and I came downstairs, tears still staining my cheeks. I opened the door and gasped at what I saw. Sat on the front step was Calum, soaking wet, holding a bunch of my favourite flowers.

"Oh, my god." I muttered as I dragged him inside. As soon as the door was shut, he immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"So am I." I replied. He looked at me.

"Are you serious about me getting my stuff and going?" he choked.

"No, of course not." I sighed as I kissed him.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Luke

I walked into the living room and took a seat next to Luke, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Hey, babe." I sighed as I felt him move away slightly but I didn't take notice of it.

"Hey." He muttered.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Not exactly. I need to ask you something." He spoke. I looked up at him.

"Shoot." I smiled.

"Are you only with me for my money?" he asked. My smile quickly faded.

"What?" I scoffed.

"You heard me." He spoke abruptly.

"Are you serious?" I asked, rising from the sofa, causing him to do the same.

"Answer the damn question, Y/N." he spoke through gritted teeth. I scoffed at him.

"Why the fuck would you even think that?!" I spat.

"Well, you did kind of leave a druggie who had no money, for a lead singer who is quite well off." He spoke, cocking his head to the side.

"Are you really fucking asking me why I left a druggie for you?" I sneered.

"Yes." He spoke.

"Okay, Luke. I left him because I had liked you for a long time, but then you left for tour, and I would have died if I stayed with him. So, no, I'm not with you for your fucking money!" I screamed, making his face soften immediately.

"You're sleeping on the sofa tonight." I spoke as I walked towards our bedroom and shut the door. A few hours later, I felt the bed next to me dip, and Luke's arm curl around my waist.

"I'm sorry, baby. I was fucking stupid, I don't even know why I asked that." He sighed into my neck. I turned around to face him.

"I love you, Luke, and I'm not a gold digger. You could be someone who has ten dollars in his pocket, and I would still love you." I whispered.

"I'm sorry." He spoke.

"It's okay." I sighed. He smiled before kissing me.

Michael

I yawned as I came downstairs and walked into the kitchen. My eyes widened as I saw it trashed from the party that Michael had thrown last night.

"Oh, hell no." I muttered as I went into the living room, where Michael was playing video games.

"Come on, you could have saved me-oh don't bullshit me, that was a clear shot!" he yelled.

"Michael." I spoke. He ignored me.

"Michael." I spat. Nothing. I scoffed as I walked forwards and took the headset off of him.

"What-babe, what are you doing?" he asked.

"I said you could have that party, but only if you cleaned up after it." I spoke.

"Yeah, I'll do it later." He spoke, focusing on his game.

"No, do it now." I demanded.

"God, babe, if it pisses you off so much, just do it yourself." He mumbled.

"That's not the point, though, Michael, it's the principle." I huffed.

"Yeah, whatever." He muttered.

"Okay, you're sleeping on the sofa until the kitchen is clean." I decided as I stormed off.

"Oh, come on, babe, don't do this." Michael shouted after me. A while later, I heard Michael shouting for me.

"Y/N, come here, please, I want to show you something!" he yelled. I sighed as I walked out to see him grinning like an idiot.

"Look." He smiled, pointing to the kitchen. I looked in and gasped, seeing that it was spotless.

"I'm sorry, babe, I should have just done it." He chuckled as he hugged me.

"I'm sorry too. I don't like fighting." I smiled. He returned it as he kissed me.

Ashton

I sat on the bed, looking at my phone and scrolling through social media. Suddenly, Ashton stormed in.

"Y/N, is there anything you would like to tell me?" he asked sternly. I looked up at him.

"Um, no." I replied.

"You sure?" he checked.

"I'm positive." I nodded.

"Nothing about another guy?" he spoke, narrowing his eyes at me.

"What?" I scoffed.

"Don't fucking deny it, I know that you've been cheating." He spat harshly.

"Ashton, what the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, rising from the bed.

"That bullshit won't work with me, you know what you've done." He snapped.

"I don't." I insisted.

"What's this, then?!" he spat, revealing a positive pregnancy test.

"You have got to be kidding me." I scoffed.

"Y/N, I've been gone for months, and we haven't had sex since I've been back, the only way you can be pregnant is if you're cheating." He hissed.

"It's not my pregnancy test." I snapped. His face softened quickly.

"What?" he asked.

"Luke's wife thought that she might be pregnant, but she didn't want to be alone when she found out, so she came over and did the test here." I explained. He looked at me.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." He spoke, making me roll my eyes.

"You need to trust me." I muttered.

"I do." He sighed, taking my face in his hands and kissing me.

Calum

"How could you?!" Calum spat.

"I haven't done what you think I've done." I hissed.

"So, you didn't cheat on me?!" he snapped.

"Of course I didn't. I love you, I would never betray you like that!" I retaliated.

"Then what the fuck is this?!" he yelled, shoving the magazine into my hands. I looked down at it.

"Jesus fuck, is this where you got this shit from?" I asked.

"Obviously! Look, if I see a magazine cover that shows my girlfriend and some other guy hugging, that rings alarm bells, don't you think?!" he spat.

"You want to know who that is?" I snapped.

"Please!" he yelled.

"That's my brother's husband." I spat. His eyes widened as all of the colour drained from my face.

"The man you're hugging...is your brother's husband." He gulped.

"Yes, Calum." I huffed.

"Oh, god, babe, I'm so sorry." He sighed as he quickly walked up to me and took my hand.

"Don't." I spat, ripping it out of his grip. He looked at me with heartbroken eyes.

"Babe, please, I am so sorry, I wanted to believe that you hadn't cheated, but everyone was telling me otherwise." He begged.

"Don't you trust me?" I choked.

"Oh, princess, of course I do." He spoke as he took my face in his hands. I looked up at him.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked.

"No...but we'll work on it." I mumbled.

"I can accept that." He nodded before hugging me tightly.

Luke

I sighed as Luke and I walked back into the apartment.

"Babyy, why are you mad at mee?" he asked in his drunken mess.

"Why did you think?" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. He looked up, like a lost child trying to find the correct answer.

"Um...well, reallly, it could be a number of things-."

"You really don't remember?" I hissed.

"What?" he hiccupped.

"The one condition of us going out tonight was that you didn't get drunk. Yet, here we are, ten drinks later, and you're acting like a fucking child who's only been able to talk for a week." I snapped.

"Don't be mean, babee." He pouted. I rolled my eyes before heading to the bedroom. He giggled as he followed me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"Oh, no, you don't." I scoffed as I moved his arms.

"But babe, where am I meant to sleep?" he sighed.

"We have a sofa for a reason." I muttered. He groaned before walking back into the living room. I rolled my eyes before shutting the bedroom door.

I opened my eyes and looked at the time. 2:30am. I groaned as I sat up and opened the door before walking out into the living room, to where Luke was asleep on the sofa. He opened his eyes and looked up at me before smiling.

"Shut up." I grumbled, making him chuckle as I lifted up the blanket and laid down on top of him. I rested my head against his chest as he put his hands protectively on my back.

"I hate how I can't sleep without you." I mumbled.

"I know you do. But I can't sleep without you either." He sighed. I nodded before closing my eyes.

"Goodnight, Luke."

"Goodnight, Y/N."