Preference #11: Six Word Stories (Part 2)

read part 1 here xx and fyi guys what makes you beautiful is my literal shit

Luke: You weren’t sure how many hours you spent screaming into that pillow. Your head was still pounding, as you became so physically exhausted that you couldn’t scream anymore. The rest of the boys had wandered slowly onto the bus, before they immediately made their way to the back without saying a word. It’s like everyone could sense how pathetic you were, as you sat on the couch near the front door, watching for him to return. Your head was fuzzy, but it was as if you couldn’t focus on anything else. You didn’t want to accept you were wrong, but at the feeling of actually losing him, it was as if something were gnawing a hole in your heart. Standing up suddenly, you wandered outside, desperately trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. You were completely delusional, you could only focus on him. 

It was like there was a hole in your heart that came from hurting him so badly, and there was nothing you wanted more than to fix it. You knew just how much you had screwed up, and you felt like you had swallowed a package of lead. You squinted your eyes across the parking lot at the sight of a lonely boy lying face up in the grass. Your breathing started to increase as you wandered closer to him, knowing exactly who it was. 

You sat your body next to his harshly, your arms instinctively crossing over your knees. “Go away.” He mumbled, his body still facing the sky. “No.” You stated simply, trying to prevent your voice from wavering. He didn’t answer, as you watched his eyes slowly blink, still looking at the few stars blinking in the sky. “Why?” He said sniffling, his nose beginning to twitch. “What could you possibly have to say to me that would make this any better?” At his words, you squeezed your eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened, I just, it doesn’t feel the same anymore and I don’t know why.” Sitting up suddenly, he turned to look at you. “You’re lying.” He said. You inhaled quickly at his words, as a lone tear squeezed from your eye. “I know you better than you know yourself (Y/N), and I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to force yourself to feel a certain way, and you’re shutting yourself off. I just don’t understand why?” He said desperately, his hands beginning to shake just like they always did when he got nervous. “I don’t know why you’re trying to shut yourself off from me, because I love you. I love you more than anything, and whenever I’m with you it’s like all of the dumb love songs make sense.” He said, your heart tightening. “I don’t know…” You whispered, your eyes refusing to meet his. “Yes, you do (Y/N). Please talk to me and don’t shut me off.” You sat in silence for awhile, letting the slight wind make small tendrils of your hair dance around your head. You felt his hand move up slightly, as he traced along the side of your face. He softly pushed your hair behind your ear, before trailing down around your chin, forcing your head up to meet his eyes. As soon as you caught sight of his watering, and familiar blue eyes you broke in half. 

You choked out a sob, as his arms snapped around your body, pulling you into his lap. He combed through your hair softly, laying soft kisses on the side of your head. You clung desperately to him, knowing there wasn’t a world where you could live without him.

“I’m terrified.” You said softly, knowing he was listening intently. “I’m scared of screwing up, or ruining everything for you while you’re taking on the world. I’m scared of the never-ending line of girls who would do anything for you. I’m scared of people scrutinizing my every move. But I’m absolutely terrified shitless of losing you through all of it.” You said, every word releasing a burden in your mind. “You make everyone so incredibly proud with every damn thing you do and someday you’re not going to need me anymore.” You said pathetically, the tears still falling from your eyes. The two of you fell into silence, as the sound of Luke’s heartbeat began to sooth you. Suddenly, Luke turned your body in his lap so you were facing each other. Your legs hung behind him as you straddled his waist, your noses just barely touching. “For the love of god, (Y/N). It doesn’t matter what else I do in my life as long as I have you. Every single damn thing I do, I’m thinking about you. From the music, to the interviews you make it all worth it. I couldn’t even pretend to understand how much having you means to me. I love you. And I’ll always love you, not matter what. You make it all worth it.” You laughed softly, as you listened to him pour his heart out. “Stop laughing at the cheesiness.” He said childishly, as your hands crept up his back to interlock behind his neck. He pecked your nose softly, as your eyes fluttered shut. “I love you. I love you so much. And there is nothing in the world that could even come close to changing that. I love every little damn thing about you, and please never do that to me again.” You smiled at him softly as your foreheads knocked together, your breaths interlocking. You tugged softly at the hair at the back of his neck. “I love you more.” You said breathlessly. Before you could even finish your words his lips slammed to yours, managing to take the last of your breath away. 

Calum: It had been weeks since you had last seen him. You didn’t want to admit it, but it had hurt more than you thought it would. In everything you did, it was like you couldn’t get him out of your mind. When you were at work, you would imagine him making his way through the door and your chest would ache. You tried everything to forget about him, but that damn boy had found his way into your head and you didn’t know how to get him out. 

It was another nameless night as you tried to drown yourself in textbooks, and homework. Somehow, it was as if the harder you tried to not think about him, the more he wormed his way in. Sighing, you blew hair out of your eyes as you twirled your pencil around in your fingers. You let out a long yawn, and the sound of  knocking at your door caused your ears to perk up. You stretched quickly, before wandering through your living room to rip the door open. Your eyes softened, as Calum stood uncomfortably in your doorway his hands buried in his pockets. His shoulders were hunched uncomfortably as his feet shuffled back and forth.

“What are you doing here Calum?” You said softly, your body leaning against the door frame. He looked up at you nervously, before reaching up to tuck a flyaway back into your bun. His eyes seemed to grow in size as they began to water. “I don’t know.” He whispered, his voice beginning to crack. “It’s just been a long few weeks and I need you.”  He said, his bottom lip beginning to shake. Your heart began to break even further, as you looked at the broken boy in front of you. “I miss you so much, it makes me sick. And I know it’s pathetic, because you’re absolutely right. No sane person would ever want to be with me, let alone you. But as much as I’ve tried to forget about you, I love you so damn much that everything reminds me of you.” He blinked rapidly, as he grasped at his sleeve to wipe at his nose. “I’m sorry I’m so dumb.” He said, trying to laugh through the tears that were falling down his face. He suddenly reached up to wipe furiously at his eyes. “Stop crying.” He whispered quietly. “Cal, cal stop.” You said, grabbing his arm. Freezing in place at your touch, he looked at you quickly, before looking back at the floor. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll just go and-” You suddenly pushed his body onto the wall behind him. Your eyes began to water, as you reached to kiss his eyelids, the salt of his tears stinging your lips. His body shuddered under your touch, as you stood on your tip toes to kiss every inch of his tear stained face. “I love you. I love your damn puppy eyes, and your perfect nose, and your birthmarks, and you. I love you, Calum. And I’m so sorry.” You said, your forehead stopping to lean against his. It was like his body melted into yours, as his head buried itself in your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist, as he continued to sob into your neck. You ran your hand through his sweaty hair, as his arms held you tightly. As soon as his sobs began to soften, you pulled his face to look at you. “I was wrong, and I’m sorry. You’re worth it. You’re worth all of it, and I’m sorry it took me so long to see it.” You said, your voice cracking. His body convulsed as he let out a heartbreaking sob. Without wasting another second, you pulled his lips to meet yours as he kissed you passionately, trying to communicate all the heartbreak from the past few weeks. Without breaking contact, you pulled his body back into your apartment, as you shut the door behind you. 

Michael: "Wait.“ Your voice rang out. You watched his body freeze in the hallway, his fingers twitching softly. "Please don’t go.” You said pausing.“I-I don’t want you to go.” Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, and all you could see was him. You were vaguely aware of dropping the bouquet of flowers to your feet, your body moving automatically towards his. His back still faced you as you placed a soft hand on his shoulder. 

“Michael, please look at me.” You said softly, your voice pleading. Slowly, his body turned around his lip quivering as he looked at you. “Do you mean it?” He said slowly. “Because you shouldn’t. You’re right. You’re right about all of it. You don’t deserve to be with someone like me, who can’t be with you all the time. Never mind all the bullshit that comes with it.” He sighed before looking down at his feet. “You’re right, and you know it. That’s why you left me that voicemail, a-and that’s why you changed the damn locks.” He sniffled, before pulling away from the hand on your arm. “I should go. You don’t need me around here anymore, making things worse for you.” He said softly. It was like each of his words broke another blow to his heart, and you knew every word was killing him. 

“Would you believe me if I told you I decided it was worth it? That all of it is worth it, as long as I’m with you?” You sighed, as you ran a hand through your hair. “God!” You yelled exasperated. “I changed the locks because I thought it was convince me that you weren’t coming back, that I didn’t have a choice but to move on. Everyone was constantly in my ear about you breaking up with me and that the time was coming. No one ever has enough time.” You rambled. You began pacing back and forth, as you finally said the words aloud that you had been thinking during the weeks without him. “And I tried so damn hard, Mikey. But I can’t. I can’t be without you, and I know I’m pathetic, because you probably have so many other things to do and-” Before you could say another word, his arms wrapped around your waist, and lifted your into the air. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, as his eyes looked level into yours. “Please don’t let me go.” He said simply. “You know I couldn’t even if I changed the locks.” You said while smiling, the hole in your heart finally being filled. He was back where he belonged. 

Ashton: Several days later, you pulled up into the driveway of your tiny little house. You had forced yourself not to think about him, but it obviously hadn’t lasted for long. He would always be such a huge part of your life, and you didn’t understand how it had all suddenly changed. So when you got in the car this morning, you didn’t know where you were going. But as always, you found yourself going back to him. 

Sighing, you banged your head on the steering wheel trying to convince your hands to stop shaking. Your heart ached at the thought of him, knowing that he was just behind the door. There was a part of you that wished you didn’t care for him so much, but every single fibre of your being loved him unconditionally. Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you shot up to the door and opened it without knocking. You knew standing at the doorway would still give you too much time to change your mind. 

At the sight in front of you, your heart cracked in half. Just beyond the front entrance Ashton laid curled in a ball, a blanket tightly wrapped around his torso. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, as his face was set in a grimace. He looked years younger than he actually was, and it made you want to cry. Instinctively, you dropped your stuff in a pile at the front, before sitting yourself down beside his tense body. Burying one hand in his sweaty curls, the other rubbed softly at his back, while you laid a kiss on his forehead. He woke up with a start, and his eyes widened at the sight of you. “(Y/N)?” His voice cracked. You smiled at him softly, before continuing to run your hand through his hair. When you were younger, you used to run your hands through his sweaty hair after a show to get him to fall asleep. It was a special thing the two of you used to do, and even now you could see his eyes beginning to flutter shut. Untangling your hand from his curls, you ran your fingers down the side of his face, lingering at his rough jaw line. You watched as he swallowed slowly, as the two of you stared at each other, still sitting cross legged on the floor. 

“I love you.” He said suddenly. His words reminded you suddenly of the situation, and you pulled your hand from his face suddenly. “I love you so much, and the past few days I haven’t even left this damn doorway cause I’ve been waiting for you to come back.” His eyes never left yours, as they began to pool with tears. The vulnerably in his eyes made your heart crack in two and it was like there was an invisible force binding the two of you together. “There’s never going to be a day where I don’t love you, (Y/N). In fact, I’m pretty sure I love you more everyday. A-and I don’t know, I guess I’ve been acting like a dick cause I was full of pride, and listening to all the things people had to say about me, and us. I know it’s not an excuse but please,” he breathed, his voice pleading with you. “Please don’t leave me. I’m nothing without you, and I don’t even want to be anything without you beside me." 

It was like your mind couldn’t even form coherent words, as his eyes searched yours, begging. He sighed, before lying back on the carpet, his body looking at the ceiling. "You know, I look at our wedding pictures every day.” He said softly. “I can’t even understand how I found someone who I love so damn much. There is nothing I want more in my life than to make you happy. And I’m so fucking sorry that I screwed up.” You hadn’t even realized you were crying before the tears started to drip onto your shirt. You squeezed your eyes shut, and knew he was absolutely right. You didn’t want to live in a world without him. Crawling over to his body, you buried your face into his chest, as you tucked yourself underneath his arm. It was like his whole body inwardly sighed, as both his arms wrapped completely around your waist, pulling you entirely on top of him. As your chests pressed together, you looked down into his face. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. He opened his mouth to talk, before you quickly slapped your hand on top of it. “I’m sorry for screwing up, and jumping right to the extreme. There is no way I could ever live without you. You are everything wonderful and perfect in my life, and I don’t what I would do.” Slowly leaning your face closer to his, you watched as his breath quickly increased as your lips just barely slid past each other. “I love you.” You said, pecking his lips between every word. Without replying, his hands ran up your sides before pushing your lips together forcefully. 

Pulling away suddenly, he stood up and looked down at you. “I nearly forgot something.” He said softly. Digging his hand into his pocket, he pulled out your rings. Getting down onto one knee just like the first time, he grabbed your hand from where you sat on the ground. “(Y/N), do you think we could try again at being a married couple? I promise to tell you just how much I love you everyday until you get annoyed with me. I promise to be the best husband in the entire world, because now I know what not to do. I promise to love you unconditionally for the rest of my life, and nothing about that is ever going to change.” HIs eyes were wide as his mouth twitched into a smile, his fingers tightening around your hand. Without hesitating, you grabbed your rings from his hand and slid back onto your finger, right where they belonged.