I’m writing this note because I don’t have the
balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a
douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was
just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each
kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry
y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in
your heart to forgive me.
I read the painful words over and over again, each time praying that this is a sick and twisted drawn out April Fools joke he’s playing on me; maybe Mikey put him up to it. But as the minutes pass, I come to the bitter reality that he meant what he said, he doesn’t love me anymore. Is it really a surprise? I mean, all the signs were there. He stopped our morning and nighty-night cuddles, claimed he was sore from working out so much. No longer gave me his warm and soft pecks before he or I left work, it was always, “I really gotta go” or “Go, y/n your gonna be late.” He completely stopped all intimacy between us, and not just physically but mentally, he didn’t talk anymore, nor did he want to listen. So no, it’s not a surprise but it still hurts like hell. I get out the bed and walk over into the closest grabbing another shirt of his and placing it on his side of the bed as I snuggle up next to it and cry myself to sleep.
Six Weeks Later
I’m in the grocery store humming along to Tim McGraw’s “Shotgun Rider,” while debating if I want salmon or tilapia for dinner when a familiar and comforting voice behind me says, “You’ve always had a beautiful voice, it’s a shame that you never considered putting it to work.” I turn around and none other than Ashton Irwin is standing there giving me his award winning smile walking towards me. “Oh please,” I say dismissing the thought. “I’m serious, y/n, we could’ve used you in our band,” he admits as he gets closer. “Then you’d actually be five seconds of summer,” I joke as he laughs and his smile warms up my day. Gosh, I forgot how perfect he was. He looks good, his hair is cut nice, muscles seeping through his shirt. “A picture lasts longer babe,” he smirks while finally coming face to face with me. I chuckle softly at his cockiness, “How have you been, Irwin?” I ask sincerely wanting to know how my best friend’s been the past few weeks with the stress of making an album. “Seems like I should be asking you that same question,” he says back and a seriousness falls upon us as I realize what he means. I clear my throat as a shift to the other foot, a little uncomfortable, “I-I’m good. I’ve been fine.” “Really?” he asks not buying it as he senses my whole attitude change. “Yeah I’ve been just focusing on school and wo–
I’m cut off by a sudden warmth that wraps around me and I realize that warmness is coming from Ash. Me and Ashton have always had a great relationship, sometimes I felt he understood me better than Calum, maybe it’s because he’s older. I could always have deep and intellectual conversations with him, something I could never do with Calum. We always understood each other; there were countless long nights of personal thoughts, feelings and blissful moments being shared over Chinese takeout or bowls of ice cream, especially the last weeks before Calum broke up with me.
One Week Before Breakup
“Ash, if I ask you a question, will you be completely honest with me?” I ask as I take a bite of my sesame chicken. “Of course, y/n, you know that. What’s up?” he asks and takes a long swig of his beer. I poke at my chicken, still wondering if I’m a bad girlfriend for even considering this thought, I mean I should trust my boyfriend right? I eat another piece of chicken as I take the beer out his hands and finish it making that my 4th one that night. “Okay, y/n, you only drink this much when we’re celebrating, which we’re not or if somethings really bothering you,” he says pausing the TV. I continue poking at my chicken and Ashton pulls the food off my lap and sets it on the bed side table as he makes me face him. “Y/n, talk to me, love,” he says softly as he lifts my chin forcing me to look in his eyes. “Do you–Is Calum seeing someone else?” I blurt out as tears begin to fill my eyes. The thought of Calum cheating didn’t seem real until I actually said it. “What?!” Ashton gasps, “Why would you think that?”
“Well, we’re growing really distant, ya know? He doesn’t want to cuddle anymore, doesn’t want kiss or touch me, it takes so much for me just to get him to tell me how his day went, which is only a grumbled out, “fine.” And all that has got me thinking that maybe, there’s someone else,” I admit to him. I can see Ashton getting upset at hearing the way his best friend has been treating me. “I’ll talk him,” is all he says before he reaches his phone. “No! Ash, please don’t. Its only gonna create more problems between us, just stay out if it,” I desperately say as I snatch his phone out his hand. “Well, I’m not gonna let him treat you like shit and let him think its okay,” he snaps back at me reaching for his phone. “Ashton, you can’t talk to him about this!” I scream as I hop off his bed, “Why not Y/N?! What’s the big deal?” he asks. “Tell me Ashton, how would you feel if your girlfriend went talking to Luke, for instance, about problems she’s having with you?” I ask him. “I’d be pissed,” he says immediately. “Exactly,” I say back, “He can’t know I’ve been telling you these things. Especially now, he’s so irritable. Our relationship is at a fragile point and any sort of pressure will crash it,” I admit as I flop back on his bed. His face softens as he whispers, “Sorry, love I know–”
“Is it me?” I interrupt, “Am I not pretty enough? Is it because I’m always talking about school and the future? Does that scare him? Am I too boring because I’d prefer to stay in than go out and party? Does he not want me?” I ask as the tears fill my eyes again and they freely fall down my face. “Hey, y/n listen to me,” Ashton says softly, “You are a beautiful woman. You are so intelligent, funny and talented. I mean what normal person, double majors in sociology and philosophy while minoring in Spanish and working two jobs, you’re frickin’ superwoman,” he exclaims making me laugh. “And oh my goodness, that gorgeous smile. Y/n you literally walk in a room and it lights up, you make everything brighter. And you know what else?” he asks wiping away the tears from my face. “You have the most beautiful soul. You have a such a great heart y/n, you’re so selfless, my goodness, I love you.” My eyes widen as I feel that he didn’t mean love as in best friends but love as in lovers. We stay like that for a while just staring into each other’s eyes and as each moment passes I realize which love he meant and I realize that maybe I too feel that way. Not once had Calum ever expressed his love for me in the words my best friend just had. “Ash, I-” “Shhh,” he says softly as he brings his hands to the sides of my face. “Ashton, we can’t,” I say bringing my hands to wrap around his
“I know. But I can’t stop wondering how different it would all be if I’d seen you first,” he says. “Me too,” I admit. The moment is interrupted when the sound of footsteps snaps us from each other’s trance. We immediately sit on our respective sides of the bed and return to eating our food while watching FRIENDS as Mikey bursts in the room yelling, “I’m bored!”
We never got a chance to talk about that night seeing as I blamed our confessions of love on too much beer. We always get super mushy with another after a few beers, a reason why Calum never wanted me to drink alone with Ash. Then the next week Calum broke up with me via, sloppy written note and I’ve ignored and avoided all connections to him, including Ashton. However, my best friend who still loves me, is holding me and I finally relax in to him and for the first time in a while, I
feel comfort, cared for, loved even, simply through his touch. He tightens his grip on me as I wrap my arms around his torso drinking in his scent and embracing the memories that I shared with him. Ashton has always been the only who could completely comfort me, its almost as if he peers into my soul, finds out what’s hurting and says the right things to heal me. I don’t know how long its been as we stand there enjoying one another presence, I mean I haven’t talked to him in six weeks, despite his constant tries. I sigh as a
warming tingly feeling comes over me and I begin to grip on him tighter, almost craving him, which freaks me out as I realize that
my best friend, who is also my ex-boyfriend’s best friend is making me feel weird things as I pull away. “I umm, I should go,” I say as I get ready to push my cart. “Y/n, wait,” he says as he softly grabs my arm, “Can we go grab a coffee?” he asks desperately with pleading eyes. “I don’t know about that Ash,” I say despite my mind saying yes. “Y/n, come on, it’s been six weeks. I miss my best friend,” he says. “You still have Mikey, Luke and uhm, Calum” I say looking down. “Yeah, but there’s someone special still missing,” he says as he lifts my chin up to look at him. “Ashton! What’s taking you so…bloody…long…” a voice that I never thought, nor wanted to hear again says. I watch with big eyes as the guy who tore my heart apart comes in to view. “H-hi y/n,” he says.
A/N: Hey beautifuls! I know I promised it would be posted Friday but it’s 11:39pm on the west coast :p and I live in the midwest so, I use both time zones interchangeably /.\ Anyways, this is part 2, what do yall think? Its okay to message/ask me I promise I don’t bite…hard (was that too corny/played out?) Forreal tho, talk to me! 😊
“So, Cal” Luke started, a big smirk painted on his face. “Did you get laid yesterday?” asked Michael. “What?” Calum tried to avoid eye contact with the other boys.
“Oh, come on, man” exclaimed Ashton “we all hear you!“ Calum smirked "Well… maybe”
A/N:The ending is pretty shitty (once again). This is not intended to have any hate towards Michael’s relationship with Crystal. I adore her and I’m extremely glad that they’re together and that he’s really happy. On top of that, this isn’t intended to bring hate towards Bryana either (as she is depicted as a bitch in this). I love her as well. I used them because it’s less characters for me to come up with and everyone knows who they are. On that note, I hope you enjoy this.
My brain is going a
million thoughts a second as I swipe the screen, “Y/N! I’ve called you
three times! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she bombards. “Relax, I’m
fine. Actually I’m not fine, I just ran into Ashton and Calum,” I
breathe out and rub my temples. “Oh my goodness. I’m heading over to
your apartment now,” she says and I can hear her jiggling keys. “I’ll buy
the beer,” I say. “And I’ll get the Ben & Jerry’s” she replies and
we both hang up; this is gonna be a long night.
“So…what happened again?,” y/b/f/n asks as she swallows two big
spoonfuls of ice cream and finishes her third beer. “I’ve already told
you twice,“ I say as I roll my eyes; I love her to death but she can be a
real pain sometimes. “Yeah but I learn something different after each
time you tell me,” she says, but she really means, “I’m not paying
attention.” “Please, y/n last time,” she begs and her words are starting
to slur as she reaches for another beer. “No. You’re done,” I snap and
take the cold bottle from her hand. This is what I mean, she’s a pain.
I’m the one who just went through what felt like life’s worse case
scenario, I should be getting drunk, not her. “Awww y/n but I’m
not even tipsy,” she says. “I thought you were coming over here to help
me figure out what to do with Calum and Ashton, not get drunk,” I say
looking down as she ignores me and goes on babbling about some nonsense.
This has been a crappy day and all I wanted was my best friend to make
me feel better by talking about what happened, her saying a funny joke,
or consoling by saying, “I’m out of their league” or “They don’t deserve
you” hell, suggest we go out, anything besides what she’s doing now. I
open my phone to block out her noise and I notice my Twitter has a
million notifications, I open the app to see
#Calum&Y/NOfficiallyOverParty trending. My heart beats faster as I
read the first tweets: (g/n = girl’s name)
“I’m so happy for Calum. He deserved much more than y/n. #Calum&g/n”
“Calum & g/n are so cute together. I ship them.”
“Calum’s new girlfriend is so much prettier than y/n.”
throw my phone across the room as tears roll down my face. I literally
just seen him 3 hours ago and he didn’t bother to tell me he moved on.
No, of course Calum wanted to frick with my emotions and make me believe
there was still something there when he already had a new girlfriend.
“Y/n what’s wrong?” y/b/f/n asks suddenly sobered up. “He has a
girlfriend,” I say looking at her. “Oh sweetie,” she says, immediately
knowing who I was referring to, as she pulls me into a tight hug. I cry
into her shoulder for a few more minutes before she says, “Sweetie, he
is not worth your tears, you already wasted so much on him, don’t waste
anymore. Save them for when you’re watching Les Miserables or Lion
King,” she jokes making me chuckle. I stop crying and wipe my face on
the sleeve of my pajama shirt, “I just wish he had told me. I’d rather
hear it from him than Twitter,” I add. “Forget him! There are so many
other guys out there, which reminds me why I was calling you,” she says
wiping some smeared mascara off my face. “Yes, please tell me why you
kept calling,” I say while taking a heaping spoon of cold cream into my
“So guess who asked Niall, who asked Luke, who
asked me if you were seeing anyone…”
she perks up and jumps to sit on her knees, her eyes all big and
excited, now that’s the y/b/f/n I know. “You and Luke?” I question as I
raise my eyebrow at her, suddenly their relationship taking my interest.
“Don’t change the subject,” she warns and I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
“We’ll talk about that later. Now come on, y/n, guess!” she squeals as
she gently shoves my shoulder. Oh no, another boy I can’t even deal with
the two frickers right now, how can I add another to the pot? I
stutter, “I-I’m n-not really interested in–
“Come on, y/n.
Honestly, you need to move on. It’s obvious that Calum acted that way in
the store because he was jealous seeing you and Ashton that close.
Remember how adamant he was about you and Ash and how you could never be
alone together; it just brought back memories. And yes Ashton is a good
candidate but you already dated Calum. Y/n you can’t mess up their
bromance. Both I and the fandom will murder you,” she says seriously.
She’s right, it’s been six weeks and I should move on, Calum already has
and I can’t break up Cashton. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go on
one date,” I breathe out, finally giving in after weeks of her begging.
“Yay!” she squeals, “So, who asked about me?” I ask curiously, “Shawn,”
she sings as she grabs my shoulders in a death grip while giving me the
biggest smile. “Mendes? He’s like 2 years younger than me,” I groan as I
rub my temples. “So?” she asks. “So? Y/b/f/n he’s a child,” I exclaim,
how am I supposed to get over two daddies (lol) with a boy. “Y/n, you’re
21 and he’s 19, what’s wrong with that? Plus he’s fine as hell and I
know you like him! I saw you eye-fucking him when he was at the 1D
release party,” she says as she reaches for the ice cream again. “I
wasn’t eye-fricking him!” I gasp as I snatch the ice cream from
her. “Okay, so what was this?” she asks as she looks at me with sexy
eyes and starts biting and licking her lips. I burst out laughing at my
best friend “eye-fricking” me, “Okay, I did not look like that!” I say.
“Oh honey, you were worse. But he was doing it too,” she says taking the
ice cream back. “He was?” I ask, not believing the girl. “Totally
babe,” she says winking at me. “He is cute,” I admit. “He’s having a
party tomorrow night and you’re going,” she says as gets off the couch
pulling me with her. “Where are we going?” I ask, “To pick out your
outfit. We gotta make you desirable,” she says as she turns around to
face me. “Oh I don’t know. A simple outfit will be fine,” I tell her as I
turn around to sit back on the couch. “Luke told me that he and the
guys were gonna go, meaning Calum and Ashton are bound to make an
appearance,” she smirks at me. “We better figure out how I’ll do my hair
too,” I say popping off the couch and leading the way to the bedroom as
she follows me laughing. “And you better be ready to spill the deets on
you and Lukey,” I tell her as she stops laughing making me laugh at
Hello beautifuls, I know this is well overdue but so much has been
happening right now. I have been offered new jobs and positions at my
school and that’s been taking up all of my time. I’m sorry that this is
so late but please still tell me what y’all think. I feel like the more I write the more the plot will change, is that bad? Talk to me! Part 5 is coming soon!!!!!!!!
MICHAEL HAS A CRUSH ON YOU AND HARRY IS OVERPROTECTIVE
Okay so, let’s say that you and Harry are great friends and one day while you were skyping Michael joined you. “Y/N, you have to know that Michael has a crush on you.” Harry says. “Oh, serious?” you blush because you area big 5sos fan but you have a massive crush on Michael. “Yes but I said that you can’t because I’m very protective over you so when you’ll join us during the tour I’ll keep my eyes on you two.” “Don’t you worry Y/N” we will find some time to be together" and with that Michael winks at you.
“Just leave me alone Y/N!” the brown-eyed boy screams at me, shattering my heart into a million and one pieces as he jerks my hands off him. I know he’s been stressed lately, he’s been in the studio two or three days at a time; coming up with a new album has been hard on him, all the guys really. Shaking my head at his tone, he doesn’t really mean that he’s just upset, I crawl back over to him and massage his broad shoulders, giving a gentle kiss to the back of his neck. “Cal, baby what’s–
“Will you stop! I’m not in the mood” he says in a calmer but still forceful tone as he snatches his phone of the bedside table opening to scan through Instagram. “Baby you’re just stressed and you need to release” I whisper in his ear, “Take it out on me,” I say as I bite down on his ear. “Y/N, I don’t need to release. I need for you to leave me alone. Gosh, you’re so frickin’ needy!” he says as stands up and glares at me. “Well sorry for wanting to show some affection to my boyfriend,” I snap, “I spent so much into this night only for you to piss all on it! I swear sometimes Calum, I wonder if you even love me anymore,” I sob as I snatch the covers off of me and storm to the bathroom.
“I will not cry! I will not cry over his douchey attitude,” I repeat to myself looking at my reflection. This was supposed to be a good night, like I said, I knew he was stressed and I was gonna help or let him take it out on me, if ya know what I mean. I went all out for tonight too, I took off work to get my hair and nails done, went to Victoria Secret to buy that new lilac lingerie set he’d been hinting the past few weeks for me to get. Went to the grocery store to buy all the ingredients needed to make his favorite dinner and stopped by the liquor store to pick up a bottle of
Tenuta Tignanello, our favorite wine. I lit the whole house with small vanilla candles and had John Mayer playing softly in the background. For sure, I thought, this will be the night to release the tension between us. However, that notion was quickly thrown out the window once he stormed in the house, spewing curses about today’s horrible studio session.
EARLIER THAT NIGHT
I’m humming along to Your Body is a Wonderland while pouring the wine in glasses when I hear the door slam and the butterflies in my stomach flitter frantically. I yank down the ends of my bralette, ensuring my cleavage was well on display and run my fingers threw my y/c/h to tease the loose curls the hair dresser put in. I hear Calum mumble something as grab the glasses and walk closer to where he’s at. “Dang it, y/n! Why the hell are there frickin’ candles all over the place!” He screams causing me to jump and drop the glasses of wine onto the kitchen floor, that’s gonna leave a stain. “Frick,” I hurry and grab paper towels to clean up the red, sticky liquid. “Y/N!” he screams once again, making me abandon the floor and run to him as I go to see a mini fire beginning to grow on our coffee table. “Oh my goodness!” I scream, “How did this happen?” I yell as I run back to the kitchen to get some wet towels, “All I did was throw my keys on the table and it knocked over the stupid candle. Why are there candles everywhere?” he questions again in annoyance. Ignoring him, I run back to him and smack the wet towel against the table until the fire disappears and a sigh of relief washes over me. “What the frick y/n!” he shouts, “You could’ve set the house on frickin’ fire!” “I was just trying to do something nice for you Calum,” I mumble softly. He scoffs as he looks me up and down, “What are you even wearing?” he asks, his demeanor catching me offguard. Did he forget the countless texts of “Babe you should get this” accompanied with a picture of this set he sent me. “I-it’s the set you wanted me to get. You said you’d thought it’d look good on me,” I say softly, nervously wrapping my arms around my body. I hate when he makes me feel like this, weak. “What are you doing, y/n?” he asks looking around the house. “I–umm, I made dinner and thought we could have a night together, just the two of us” I quietly say, looking everywhere but him. “I’m not hungry” he says as he marches upstairs and shuts the door.
I hear two soft knocks and a soft voice mumble, “I’m sorry.” Of course he’s sorry. I throw some cold water on my face to stop the stinging from the back of my head spreading any further. A feeling of release washes over me as I give in and let the tears freely fall from y/s/c face. Gosh, I hate him sometimes! How can someone be the love of your life yet brings you unbearable pain. Deciding it wouldn’t help crying about it but the best option should be talk to him since that’s what adults do. I wipe the tears and walk out the room to find Calum nowhere to be found. “Cal?” I question as I walk down stairs looking all through the house to found him gone. I weakly laugh, of course he left, what else does he do? I question as I grab the bottle of wine and head back up to bed, the beautiful, now, cold dinner I made still left untouched. I realize I’m crying again once the tears drop onto my freshly manicured toes as I weakly climb up the stairs. “What happened to us?” I cry out. Walking into the room, I set the wine bottle down as a take off the lingerie and throw on a t shirt of his on the floor. I climb into bed and my foot rubs against something, a piece of paper.
I’m writing this note because I don’t have the balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.
A/N: Hello beautiful people! This is my very first post! *screech* I wanted to start writing imagines because I thought there are never enough imagines, am I right? Plus, I reallly love to write and I’m constantly daydreaming about the boys, so why not write about it? So, tell me what ya’ll think, please message, ask, like, love and all that jazz! I’m thinking about making a part 2 but I kind of like the ending where its at, what ya’ll think? Requests are open :)