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A familiar feeling of discomfort began to boil in your stomach and for the second time that morning you found yourself kneeling in front of the toilet. After lethargically wiping your mouth, you get up to brush your teeth, however, before you can even grab your brush you feel a set of hands wrap themselves around your waist. Resting his head against your shoulder, Michael whispers groggily in your ear, “Why are up this early?” You thought about the least gross way to say that you had ‘puked up all of last nights pizza’ but suddenly, you feel him turn your face to the side with his hand like he was about to kiss you.
“Wait!” you quickly pull away, “I literally just puked.” He turns you around so you were facing him while leaning against the sink.
“Again?” he says with his hands on your hips and a look of concern on his face. You simply nod and respond.
“Yeah” you pause, “it’s probably nothing.” hoping to satisfy to his worried expression.
He furrows his eyebrows,“It’s not nothing. It’s been happening all week.”
His remark pisses you off for some reason and you retort, “I think I know my own body better than you, okay.” Instead of responding to your grumpy attitude you watch his green eyes widen. “What? What’s with the face?”
“If you know your body so well, then wasn’t your period suppose to come a week or two ago?”
You felt Ashton’s head laying on your stomach, still completely asleep and worn out from his concert the night before. You start to stroke his wild bed head hair to wake him up a bit, tugging gently at the ends.
“Ash, you’re sort of crushing me.” He let out a deep breath and slowly began to lift his head to meet your eyes. He looks down and noticed that half his torso was on top of you,
“Woops,” he says in the cutest morning voice imaginable. Instead of moving, he grabbs your sides and flipps you over so you were on top of him. You lean up on your shoulders and he looks up at you to say “Now you’re the one crushing me,”
You reply, “Yeah, because you decided to flip me over like a pancake.”
Ashton looks deeply into your eyes but you can tell he has something else on his mind. You can’t ever tell his hungry face apart from his horny face.
“Pancakes? Wanna make some?” he remarks with gleaming eyes.
Okay, he’s hungry.
Before you could reply, he pushes you off of him and makes his way to the kitchen like a little kid running for his gifts on Christmas morning.
“I’ll make some scrabbled eggs too, your favorite.” Ashton yells from the other room. You hear the sound of a pan searing and you make your way out of bed to join him. The second you walk into the kitchen, you’re hit with a sudden disgusting smell.
“What’s that smell, holy shit.” you start to fan your face.
“…It’s just eggs.” Ashton looks at you quizzically.
You love scrambled eggs, and they definitely never smelt bad before. Leaning over the stove, you decide to test for yourself. It only takes one whiff and you’re nearly gagging while Ashton watches in confusion with the egg shells still in his hand.
“Y/N, You’ve never had a problem with eggs before.” He comments suspiciously.
Taking advantage of the beautiful sunny day, you decide to go to an amusement park with Luke. You wait, as he goes to buy the tickets and admire the tall spindly roller coasters in wonder.
“Let’s go in, Y/N” he turns up behind you and takes your hand into his. You were so happy to be spending the past couple of weeks with him. Whenever he was on tour for months at a time it was torture for you.
There hundreds of people at the park but they are all too distracted with the fun they’re having to notice that Luke Hemmings is among them. You never admit it but it’s nice when there weren’t any fans around, at least when you’re on a date.
“What ride do you wanna go on? I heard this amusement park has one of the faster roller coasters in the worl- woah, look! Let’s go on the teacup ride!” Your eyes follow to where his finger points; a round ride with various different colored cups. Sheepishly, he attempts masks his outburst with a gruff voice, “I mean, if you want to go on it. It looks pretty babyish”
You laugh heartedly, “It is totally not babyish.” you say reassuringly. Luke smiles, accepts your approval, and begins to lead the way amongst throngs of children to get to the small queue for the teacup ride. The person working at the entrance gave your 6 foot something boyfriend a strange look before opening the gate.
He lets you choose which teacup, and you point the light blue one,
“They match your eyes.” you reason to him.
You sit down next to him and strap on the small belts that barely go around your waist. This ride is obviously meant for children and you can’t suppress your laughter when you notice that his belt doesn’t even fit around him.
Once the ride starts, he holds you hand and laughs at his own kindness. The ride is pleasant and slow because it’s not meant to make you too dizzy. However, after about a minute things start to get a little blurry. Your head begins to feel light and you drift off into nothingness.
Suddenly, you’re woken up by loud worried yelling.
“Y/N are you okay?” Luke’s hands are at the sides of your face as he inspects your eyes. You notice that the ride wasn’t moving and that a small crowd had clumped up near the gates of the ride.
“Did I just faint?”
“God, Calum, You can be such an asshole sometimes.” You yell across the hall at him as he makes his way to the living room.
“I only said that I didn’t feel like going out with your parents tonight. I’m really tired.”
Instead of responding to him, you slam the door to your shared room shut. Calum expected you to always be up for going out, but this one time you ask him to do something for you, he’s ‘too tired.’ If he’s so tired all of the time, how does he go on tour and do concerts every fucking night. You didn’t want to explode on him like that, but he needs to know that you feel like he doesn’t make enough time for you.
After a couple of minutes of silence, you still haven’t let your anger boil down. When you hear gentle knock at your door, you bark “Leave me alone, Mr. I- Don’t-Have-Enough-Time-For-Anyone.”
You hear a dejected sigh, “Y/N. Please let me in. I’m sorry alright. Let’s talk about this.”
“How about you take a nap first, since you’re so exhausted? Maybe you’re even too tired to talk to me.” You retort, in a seething tone.
“Y/N, please” he whispers. Decidedly, you open the door. Not because you feel bad for him, but because you just want to yell at him some more so he gets the picture.
Without a word, he wraps his arms around you and places your head against his chest.
“What’s going on,” he says in a firm but tender tone.
Suddenly, you wrack with the utter desire to bawl your eyes out. It starts out with a single sob but then a couple of moments later, his shirt is stained with tears.
“I don’t know. I’m just really” you sniff, “upset.” You had never cried in front of Calum before, so you’re slightly embarrassed aside from the fact you probably look like a mess. Your emotions are absolutely all over the place.
He kisses your forehead and gazed down at you with his chocolate brown eyes, “What has gotten into you, baby?”
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