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l.h- pt 5
(3 months later)
“Hey guys. It’s Max and today I’m doing a probably very emotional cover of ‘Malibu Nights’ by LANY. I’m having a really hard few months and I’m sorry I’m such a mess. I know you guys don’t deserve to see me fall apart like this. I’m trying to leave my emotions behing but....” I sigh and decide that it’s time to start singing.
After I’m done, I have to get ready and act like a normal fucking human even though it hurts to leave the house. I throw on a sunflower tube top with black trim saying ‘not worth it’, a black ripped jeans, and heels. I stare at myself in the mirror after doing my makeup. I feel so out of place. Getting an idea, I zoom into my room to get my camera and zoom back into the bathroom.
“Hey guys I’m being stupid, and reckless, and cliche but it’s fine. I’m cutting my hair. I’ve had the same length hair since I was 12. I’ve had different colours and stuff but the same length, always. Having short hair made me feel weak and out of place. I wouldn’t even put it in a pony tail a lot of the time. But now I feel weak and out of place any way. I feel like my body isn’t mine. And it sucks. I’m not sure what it is. Why I’m feeling like this, but i want it to stop.” I grab a pair of scissors, take a very deep breath, and cut it, immediatly gasping.
“Oh god!” I stand there in shock, holding the huge ponytail that used to my hair. Once I come to it, I make sure my hair is even.
“This is actually kinda cute!” I admire.
“Max!” David calls. I run out and he immediatly gasps, “Your hair!”
“Is it okay?”
“It looks amazing.” He doesn’t question my intentions, knowing I’m too fragile to explain to anyone other than a camera. We hop in his car and drive to some random party. Compared to everyone else, I’m ugly. I’m fat and insecure and lonely and depressed and anxious. I’m nothing. I just sit in a corner watching the pretty people have fun.
“This spot taken?” Someone asks. I turn around, expecting it to be some crazy guy who thinks I’m attractive. But it’s Cal. I shake my head.
“Hey Max.” He smiles.
“Hey.”
“How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you?”
“Good.” We kinda sit there awkwardly for almost a minute.
“I’m sorry.” I blurt.
“For what?”
“I left you. Without a goodbye. I didn’t want to put you between Luke and I. You were my best friend and I should have been there for you. From the sounds of Youngblood, maybe you needed me as much as I needed you.”
“You don’t look good.” He says.
“Is it the hair? I’m stupid, aren’t I?”
“You haven’t been eating. You don’t look healthy.” I get up immediatly, he grabs my arm, “Wait, Max, I’m sorry.”
“Let me go, Calum.” My voice shakes. He looks into my eyes, eventually I rip away.
“I’m going home.” I tell David. He’s too involved in his vlog to care. I start to walk home. After about 2-3 hours, I’m home and exausted. I change into my bathing suit: a blue top with yellow, red, beige, and white flowers along with my matching bottoms. I just climb into my pool, needing the feeling of being weightless. I’m probably going to get very sick, but do I mind? No. No I do not.
Eventually, I get out of the pool and just go to sleep in my bed, wishing the world away. I run a warm bath and climb in while watching Lilo and Stitch. Then I just go to sleep since I have to go to yet another party tomorrow night with Lissa.
I don’t wake up until 2 p.m. When I get out of bed, I drink some water and weigh myself. Then I sit on my couch re-watching Moana. Then at 7, I get up and ready for ANOTHER emotionally draining party. I put on a white tank top crop top, black jeans, a jean jacket, and white Jordans. I put on my normal makeup and grab my backpack as Lissa gets here.
“Your hair!” She gasps. I roll my eyes and smile. The entire car ride we listen to ‘None of My Buisness’ by Cher Lloyd.
“So did you have fun last night?” Lissa asks.
“Yeah.” I lie. We roll up to the party and my insecurties shoot through the roof once again.
“Max!” Someone calls. I turn around to see my ex, Josh. We only dated for a year. I really liked him at first. I walk over to Lissa and Alex. We stand on the side laughing and talking, sometimes singing along.
Josh comes over and slides and arm around my waist, burying his face in my neck.
“Hey.”
“You should come dance with me.”
“Josh, I don’t-” Before I can finish, he pulls me towards the middle of the room. I kind of awkwardly sway. Finally, we go to the side of the room to his friends.
“Hey, Max!” His friend, Ryan says.
“Wow. You really did get her back!” James laughs.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“C’mon baby.” Josh laughs, kissing me. I try to push him off of me, finally being sucsessful in my attempts.
“Don’t touch me.” I choke. He laughs and tries to pull me closer. His grip on my wrist tightens, hurting me ALOT. I stomp on his foot and rush to find a familiar face. The only person I can see is Luke. Josh is searching for me, anger in his eyes. I run over to the him, desperate.
“I just need to stand next to you for a few minutes until Josh goes away.” I ramble.
“What happened? Are you okay? Did he hurt you? You’re shaking.” Luke asks.
“I’m fine. Just.. you are big. He will hopefully leave me alone.” I nervously claw at my wrist, itching to be out of my body.
“Max, stop it.” He tells me, smacking my hand.
“Hey bro. My girlfriend and I need to get going, if you catch my drift.” He tries to grab at my arm, but Luke wraps an arm around my waist, securing me tight. For a second, my body melts. My throat closes up. I miss it. I miss him. I miss us.
“She doesn’t want to.”
“Yes she does. Don’t you, Max?” Josh asks agressivley.
“Leave me alone, Josh.” I stutter. He looks at Luke, then me. Finally he backs off. My entire body is shaking and it feels like my lungs are going to collapse.
“Hey. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Luke wraps me in his arms and tries to soothe me.
“Excuse me.” I choke, running to the bathroom. Luckily, no one is in there. I rush into a stall and immeditaly start to throw up while tears stream down my face.
“Fuck.” A male voice says. The voice obviously belongs to Luke. He comes into my unlocked stall and holds my hair.
“Go. Please.” I beg him.
“No.”
“Please Luke. i don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Like what? Emotional? Human?”
“Broken. Empty. Numb. Fat.” I answer, not thinking about what I said. By now, I’m done throwing up but my body is shaking too much for me stand up.
“You aren’t any of those, Maxeen. And I hate that you think like that. You derserve to be alot happier than this.”
“Well I haven’t really had any one like you or the guys in my life telling me different, so maybe I am.”
“You don’t need people to tell you that you’re beautiful.”
“Luke, you should know me enough to know that I do.” I growl. Finally, my body lets me stand up enough to get to the sink where I brush my teeth real quick.
“I’m gonna walk home.” I tell him.
“Max, you can barely stand.” He points out.
“Fine. Then I’ll UBER, or take the bus. But I need out. Like right now.”
“I can drive you. I didn’t drink.” I hesitate for a second but I really don’t want to be here, so I agree. Luke puts an arm around my waist casually A.) to help me walk and B.) to make sure Josh doesn’t approach me. I get into his car and give him directions to my house.
“Wanna come in?” I ask him. He nods. I unclock the door and we walk into my unnaturally clean house. I clean as something to help me cope. Which basically means I like to cry and clean.
“You’re house is nice.” He laughs, looking at the picture frames. I have pictures of all of us from High School, some pictures of Lissa and I, some pictures of David and I, and some pictures of Luke and I.... the ones I took when I left.
“That was a fun day.” He says, staring at the picture of us. He has ice cream on his nose and I’m caught mid-laugh since I’m the one who shoved the ice cream cone into his face.
“Yeah. It was.” I sigh. He is about to say something when an unknown number calls me.
“Hello?”
“Max?”
“Mom?”
“Yeah. How are you?” She asks.
“Good.” I choke. Luke looks at me like I’m wacky.
“So listen, I need some money.”
“Money? How much?” I ask.
“Can you send me $700? Right now?” I tell her yes and hang up.
“Why would you send her $700 dollars? She has done NOTHING for you!” Luke shouts.
“Neither have you! In case you forgot, you dumped me and left me without answers FOR YEARS LUKE! Instead of trying to make it work, you told me to go. And said that you could go with Arzaylea instead, which you did! You hurt me about as much as she did. You have no right to reprimand me for sending her money. At least she never pretended she cared so she could stomp all over me. She skipped the first one. You left me Luke. You left me broken and wondering why I wasn’t good enough. You fucking ruined me and I wish that I had never met you.”
“Max. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t-”
“You know what, Luke, I spent years beating myself up for not being as good as Arzaylea. And you know what, I’m not. I’m anorexic yet still fat. But I would never have done the things that she did to you. That you did to me. You guys really deserved eachother.” I scoff. He walks out, leaving me to my thoughts.
So naturally I dial the one person who tells me what to think because my mind is constantly a jumbled mess.
“Hey lovely, isn’t it really early where you are?” Mali asks.
“Yeah it’s like midnight but something happened and I have literally no idea what to do.”
“What happened? Spill.”
“So i saw Josh and I got scared and ran to Luke. He dropped me off at my house and he heard me give my mom $700 and-”
“You gave that witch $700?” Mali sighs.
“Focus, Mali. So he heard me give her the money and got upset with me. You know I tend to burst so I went off on him and said that he and Arzaylea deserve eachother and I want so badly for him to just.... regret leaving me.”
“He already does.”
“Not enough.”
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l.h pt 4
MAXEENS POV
“You doing better?” David asks. I shake my head.
“How’d you and Luke meet anyway?” He asks.
“We went to the same schools. We never actually talked to eachother until like Grade 8 because Calum was my best friend. Luke and I started dating in Grade 9. Then when 5SOS got really popular and signed and stuff, Lissa and I moved to London with them. For our first date, him older brother Jack drove us to the movies. In like Grade 10, I ran away from home and lived on the streets for like 8 months. When he found out, he got really upset with me because I never told him. I ended up moving in with Calum until we moved to London. Calums mom, Joy, was like my mom honestly. Calums dad was like my dad too. We had always joked around that when I got married, David would walk me down the isle and Mali-Koa would be my Maid of Honor. They always said that Luke and I would end up getting married and have like 4 kids. Mali and Joy were the ones that took me to get my homecoming dresses and stuff. After Luke and I broke up, I didn’t keep in contact with Calum because I didn’t want to put Cal in an uncomfortable situtation. But I kept in contact with Joy, David, and Mali. Because they were like my family. Luke had a girlfriend a few years ago named Arzaylea and it fucking crushed me. Becuase I wasn’t able to move on at that point in time. But then they broke up and I realized she was a snake. Like a gigantic bitch. Like fucking if I got the chance 2 years ago to kick the living fuck out of her I would have. I felt really bad for him. Until Lissa told me it was his fault for letting me go. And I realized it was.” I explain.
“Do you miss him?”
“Not anymore. Not as much, at least.”
“Not as much?” He pushes.
“I do miss him. But then I remember: He’s not mine to miss.”
LUKES POV
“How’s the hangover?” Ashton asks.
“I had the craziest dream... about Max. It was of the time it started snowing while she and I were on a date. And I threw a snowball at her which turned into this gigantic snowball fight. People on the street were looking at us, but in that moment we didn’t care. Eventually, I ended up on the floor, her on top of me. She kissed my nose and helped me up, boasting about her win. Like usual. We walked into the little resturaunt, soaking wet and cold. But she was still so happy. She looked so fucking happy. I can’t believe I ruined that for her.” I bury my hands in my head, sighing.
“Where’s Calum?” I ask.
“He went home. You know how he feels about Max.” Mikey says.
“I know.”
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Anytime- David Dobrik PT 2!
This GIF literally killed me ^^
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I’m pregant?!” I shout.
“You’re PREGNANT!!”
“Why are you so excited??” I shout.
“Because you can have a baby! Think about it: there is a baby inside of you right now!”
“What am I gonna tell David?”
“You hooked up with David?” She asks, not excited anymore. I start to groan, very loudly, might I add.
“I don’t know what to do, Kammi!”
“You tell him the truth. But tell him no one has to know it is his if he doesn’t want them to. Tell him your gonna keep the baby, cause that’s what you want. Isn’t it?”
“I do want to. I have to catch my flight. I’ll call you when I land, love you.” I grab my bags and UBER to the airport. While I’m sitting in the Burger King eating my feelings, David calls me.
“Hey. What’re you doing?”
“Eating lots and lots of Burger King that’ll make me wanna vomit when I think about it later.” I laugh.
“Did you make it to the airport alright?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you alright? You look upset? Is something wrong?” He worries.
“No, David. I’m alright. But I have to go. I’ll see you when I land, okay?”
“Okay, love you.” We both realise what he said. He starts to stutter on what he says next.
“You what?”
“I wasn’t really planning on saying it over the phone.” He admits.
“Do you actually? Love me, i mean?”
“Yeah. I do. Anyways, I will see you when you land.” He hangs up, leaving me more confused and emotionally drained than before. I board my flight and try to sleep but it doesn’t work. So I make an appointment with my doctor to make sure I am actually pregnant before I say anything to David. During the flight I just edit a video I’m supposed to post tomorrow. When I’m done, I still have about 3 hours left so I eat more (obviously) and watch Queer Eye (again, obviously). When the plane lands I UBER to my doctors office. Let me tell you, I am definietly pregnant. So I drive to Davids.
“Hey.” He says.
“I’m pregnant.” I blurt. He sits down slowly.
“What?”
“I’m sorry.” My voice breaks. He sighs.
“What’re we gonna do, Fay?”
“You don’t have to do anything. Nobody has to know it’s yours. I know that would mess up your relationship with Liza. But I am keeping the baby. No matter what.” I tell him.
“Jesus fucking christ. How did this happen? You said you weren’t able to have kids!” He shouts, scaring me a bit.
“I didn’t think I could either!” I shout back.
“Please go away. I can’t do this.. Not right now.” His voice shakes. I grab my bag and leave. I don’t see David for another month. By then I’m 3 months, showing, and haven’t told anyone.
There’s a knock at my door that I really do not want to answer. However I get up and answer the door, not caring who is there.
Jason, Corinna, Trisha, and Todd stand there, jaws dropped. It’s pretty obvious I’m pregnant.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask, letting them in.
“We haven’t seen you in a while and we wanted to see you.” Jason says, still spooked.
“Yeah. Well... Here I am.” I laugh a bit.
“You’re.....?” Corinna asks, not wanting to finish it.
“Yep. I’m about 14 weeks pregnant.”
“Congratulations!” Trisha exclaims, hugging me.
“Who all knows?” Jason asks.
“Just Kammi.” I say, leaving out the part that David knows.
“Aww Fay! I am so happy for you!” Corinna gushes, hugging me.
“Anyway, do you wanna hang out today and get lunch with some friends?” Jason asks.
“Do I have time to put on makeup and good clothes?”
“Yeah.”
“Then sure. Give me like 20 minutes.” I go into my room and put on a black ripped jeans, black vans, and a baggy Nivana t-shirt. I do my makeup and just brush my hair.
“Ready to go?” Toddy asks. I nod and get in the front seat of Jasons car.
“So.... Who’s the dad?” Trisha asks.
“Trisha!” Jason scolds.
“What?” She questions, giggling.
“Um.. the dad kinda told me to go away.” I sigh.
“Really?!” Corinna says, upset. I nod. We drive to some random resturaunt for lunch.
I kinda forgot we had other friends.
Waiting there is Matt, Zane, Heath, Scotty, Kristen, Josh, Natalie....and David.
“Oh MY GOD!” Zane gasps.
“What’s THAT?” Matt asks. It is pretty obvious I’m pregnant not fat.
“Oh my god YES! I’m pregnant!” David avoids eye contact.
“OH MY GOODNESS! CONGRATULATIONS!” Kristen shouts, slightly crying and hugging me. We get settled down to eat. It makes me really happy to see them again after like one of the most terrifying months of my life. Jason drives me home and I change into pajama shorts and a baggy 5SOS sweater. I sit down on my couch and turn on Shane Dawsons Jake Paul series. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. I groan and get up, answering the door.
“Hey.” David breathes.
“Hi.”
“Can we talk?”
“Sure.” I sigh, letting him in.
“How are you? And the baby?” He asks.
“We’re both fine and healthy. What’s up?” I ask, wanting to cut the small talk.
“I meant what I said that day. I love you, Faiya. I was just terrified of the thought of having a baby. But I love you and I’m going to love that baby no matter what. Maybe that’s not what you want to hear, but I don’t care. You can yell at me for being an ass, for telling you to leave, but I know I am. But I’m not going to leave you again. Faiya, will you be my girlfriend?” My head spins. I only nod and kiss him. We end up falling asleep in my bed.
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Letting you go- Ashton Irwin (pt 3)
(1 MONTH LATER)
“C’mon, Ly!” Calum says, pulling me out of bed. I whine and fall onto the floor, the blankets still wrapped around me.
“I can’t do it.”
“Get your ass up. Yes you can.” Today I am supposed to be performing, for the first time, in front of 250 people.
“Go get dressed while I stand out here and give you the best fucking inspirational speech in the world.” He tells me. I roll my eyes and go into my bathroom where I put out my clothes.
I put this on and put my black hair into a messy bun. I do basic makeup and put on basic colored converse. The entire time Calum literally just repeats “You’re gonna do great!” Gotta admit: Probably the best, and most annoying, inspirational speech I’ve ever gotten.
“Okay Cal! I get it! I’m gonna do great!”
“Hell yeah you are! Now let’s go practice.” He says. By ‘practice’ he means driving to the place where I’m performing and singing the entire set-list.
SET-LIST:
Toxic Thoughts- Faith Marie
Growing Pains- Alessia Cara
Weightless- All time low
18- One Direction
Crying in the Club- Camila Cabello
Because I had You- Shawn Mendes
Grace- Bebe Rexha
Eastside- Halsey and Khalid
Back to you- Louis Tomlinson and Bebe Rexha
In between some songs, I will talk and stuff. We pull into the back of the building and go backstage. The lights dim and the crowd starts to chant. Cal gives me a thumbs up and I go onto stage, making people scream. I get partially emotional during 18 because I glance backstage and see Ashton watching me.
“This song is very fitting due to the fact I feel like crying. This is Crying in the Club by Camila Cabello!” During Because I had You, I make myself not look at Ashton. And all the other songs.
As I start to sing the second verse of ‘Back to You’ another voice starts to sing. I turn around to see Louis FUCKING Tomlinson. I cover my mouth as I break down in tears. I sing along with him as soon as I’m done crying.
“Thank you guys so much! I had a lot of fun and I really hope you guys did too! I love you all!” I practically run off stage.
“You were really good.” Louis tells me. I can’t answer because i am shaking way too much.
“Can I hug you? Is that too much? Is that against the rules? God dammit. Shit. Fuck! I am so fucking sorry” I ramble. He laughs and pulls me into a hug. Oh god I am such a fangirl.
“Can I see your phone?” He asks me.
“Yeah one second.” I turn my phone on and make sure there is nothing bad... like fanfiction or 3,072 pictures of him.
I make sure to put my screenshots into a private folder. Then I hand him my phone. He hands it back after typing some stuff. He hugs me again, kisses my cheek, and leaves. I start jumping up and down violently until I realize Mikey, Calum, Luke, Crystal, and Ashton are watching me in amusement. By the time I am done jumping my hair has fallen out of the messy bun.
“You good there?” Michael asks. I take a deep breath.
“Did you fucking see that? Did I imagine that? What the fuck just happened? Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! Louis Tomlinson sang with me! He FUCKING kissed my cheek! Why?” Luke finds this very funny. So does everyone else. But not nearly as much as Luke. He is literally on the floor.
“Holy shit! He gave you his number!” Calum says looking at my phone. I join Luke on the floor but I’m crying AND laughing. Calum says he has something to do, so he leaves. Then Michael and Crystal. Then Luke. So it’s only me and Ashton left.
“So.. do you need a ride home?” He asks me.
“I can take the bus.”
“No you can’t. You know how I feel about you taking the bus. Let’s go.” He says, helping me up. We get into his car and start driving. At first it is kinda awkward but then Dear Maria, Count me In comes on.
So naturally we have to yell the lyrics which ends up with us in laughing messes.
“You were incredible out there.” He tells me, putting a hand on my thigh and gentley squeezing.
“Thanks, Ash. That means everything coming from you.”
“More than it means coming from Louis?”
“Of course it does.” He pulls into the parking lot of my apartment.
“Do you wanna come in?” I ask. He turns his car off and we go up the stairs to my apartment. As soon as the door closes, he pushes me against the door, minimizing the space between us.
“Do you like this?” He asks, knowing I do. I nod. He leans down and kisses me passionately. I unbotton his shirt and I take off mine.
“Where’s your bedroom?” He asks. I point down to the hallway.
“It’s the last door on the left.” He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I kick my shoes off while he makes his way to my room. He stumbles into my bedroom and puts me on the bed. He takes my pants off then his.
He unclips my bra and takes my underwear off. He slides his boxers down and grabs my waist. He pushes into me, making me gasp lightly. He giggles quietly.
“It always did take you a second to get used to, huh princess.” I nod, unable to talk because of the moans building up in my throat. I clench my eyes shut and grip the blanket.
“Open your eyes.” He says. I do as he says. I put my shaking hands on his large shoulders. He finishes within 10 minutes of me being a moaning mess.
“God I have missed you.” He says as he lays his head on my chest.
“Me too.” Just then my phone rings all the way from the living room. I groan and get out of bed, naked. I put on underwear and a random shirt from my closet since my shirt in also in the living room.
“Hello?” I ask.
“Do you not look at the caller ID at all?” Calum laughs from the other side of the line.
“No. What’s up?”
“Come to mine at 8. In cool clothes.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Doesn’t matter. See you later.” He hangs up quickly. I roll my eyes and walk back into my room to see Ashton sleeping. I shower then change into this:
I fix my hair and my makeup.
“What time is it?” Ash asks, walking into the bathroom just as I finish my lipstick.
“7.” I answer.
“Oh shit! I have to go!” He kisses my cheek and runs out, leaving me confused. I roll my eyes and sit on my couch watching Morgan’s videos. I leave around 7:50 because it doesn’t take me very long to get to Cal’s house. I grab a monster from the fridge and drink it while I am driving.
“Let’s go!” Cal says, pushing me into his car.
“Where?” I laugh, putting my buckle on. He drives to a club.
“What’re we doing here?” I ask.
“After party!” Calum exclaims. I laugh as he drags me into the club.
“Wow.” My ‘friend’ Brennen Taylor says as he looks me up and down. I say ‘friend’ because he is a friend... with benefits. Or was. Now he really is just a friend.
“Holy shit! Josh!” I shout, jumping into my bestest friend Josh’s arms.
“Hey Sandy.” He laughs, wrapping his arms atound my waist. I roll my eyes.
“I am so Dun with you.” I tease. He sets me down gently and laughs as I ruffle his hair.
“Hey mate, I’m Ashton.” Josh looks at me wide eyed then at Ashton. Then back at me.
“Explain?” Josh suggests. I give him a ‘Later’ look. He nods then shakes Ashtons hand.
Ash and I go to the bar to grab a drink. As a certain song comes on, I gasp.
“What?” He asks. My friend Lena runs over excitedly. Soon we are screaming the lyrics to ‘HeartLess’ by Madison Beer while dancing.
“Fucker. Hayly, dont look over there.” Lena groans. I still do. I start to groan.
“Who is he?” Ash asks.
“Her ex boyfriend who was abusive and a pathological liar.” says Lena.
“Abusive?” Ashton growls.
“Ash, it’s fine. I promise.” I tell him as i can see he wants to swing.
“No it’s not, Hayly.”
“I’ll get rid of him. Okay?” I say, walking towards Levi.
“Hey Hayly. Awsome party.” He says.
“Please go home Levi. Please.” I beg.
“I don’t want to.”
“Levi, please. You can’t be here.” He tries to grab me but Cal intervines.
“Hey bud. Get out.” Cal says, very threatning. Levi leaves thankfully.
“Stay with me tonight.” Lena says.
“No. I’m fine at home, really.”
“He know where you live, idiot.” Lena reminds.
“I’m sorry what? He knows where you live?” Ashton exlaims. I nod.
“I’m staying with you tonight.” Ash says. I just shrug. Lena and I go back to singing. This time Halsey is on. And we stan.
Then ‘If I Could Fly’ by One Direction comes on. Lena goes to dance with her boyfriend Kyle, or as I call him, Kackle.
“You should dance with me.” Ashton says, matter-of-factly.
“Oh yeah?” I laugh. He nods and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him. I rest my arms on his shoulders. His fingers gently massage my waist as I rest my head on his shoulder.
It feels like everything is okay. Like nothing is wrong. Like the world is paused.
“I need you, Hayly.” He whispers.
“No you don’t. I’m not good enough.” I walk into the bathrooms as fast as I can. I sink down to the floor, my hard attempts of not crying failing.
“Hayly?” Ash asks. I wipe my eyes, standing up quickly.
“You shouldn’t be in here.” I choke, trying to sound fine.
“You are more than enough for me. Every night we were together, I wondered how the hell I got you. Because you are beautiful, talented, funny, independant, and crazy affectionate. Don’t you EVER say you aren’t enough for me. Because it is the other way around. I could never be the man you deserved. Not then. Not now. And I’m sorry.” I pull his face closer and kiss him, both of faces covered in tears.
“You have always been enough. I love you.” I whisper.
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Baby names for Luke (and Sierra)
GIRL
Kate
Savannah
Miya
Annabell
Sarah
Issabel
Naomi
Imogen
Neveah
Lilly
Peyton
BOY
Tyler
Nathan
Nate
Patrick
Cheese Toastie
Hugo
Lincoln
Jack
William
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Baby names for Mikey (and Crystal)
GIRL
Millie
Rose
Violet
Nina
Willow
Evie
Aurora
Alexandra
Maria
Hayley
BOY
Joshua
Hudson
Maxon
Samuel
Archie
Sebastian
Edward
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Baby names for Ash
GIRL
Charlotte
Ella
Grace
Elizabeth
Holly
Alice
Sophia
BOY
Noah
Ethan
Charlie
Henry
Issac
Levi
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Baby names for Cal
GIRL
Sienna
Thea
Eden
Skyla
Keira
Freya
Mila
Lara
Emilia
BOY
Xavier
Finn
Leo
Flynn
Kai
Theo
Jasper
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New Girl- 5SOS (chp 1)
Valery Everest. New school (again), new people (again), new teachers (again), new house (again). The only thing that calms the swirling sea of her mind is music. Whether she’s listening to it or uploading covers to the internet. She used to live with her mom and dad but now it’s just her and her mom. Moving from her childhood home in San Francisco to Philadelphia to Ottowa to Brighton. Now to Sydney. All in 1 year and 9 months. She is 16 years old.
I roll over, covering my head to try and attempt to block the blaring alarm screaming in my ears. I turn it off with a loud groan. I step out of bed and open my eyes, the light burning my eyes. Slowly walking into the bathroom, I take a quick shower, making sure all of last nights hair dye is fully washed out. Wrapped in a soft towel, I blow dry my hair, brush my teeth, brush my tangled blue curls, and do my makeup. Then I change into black ripped jeans, a black nirvana tank top, along with a dark turquoise cardigan with rolled up sleeves and dozens of bracelets on each arm whether it be bands like Waterparks and All Time Low or solo artists like Troye Sivan and Melanie Martinez. I lace up my black coverse and put my headphones in, throwing my backpack over my shoulders.
“Good morning Valery.” My mom says, handing me a plate with 2 pieces of toast and strawberries.
“Morning.” I mumble, eating my food as fast as possible.
“I know you’re still upset about the move but this is what’s best for us, Valery. It’s the last time, I swear.”
“You said that after Canada. So I can’t afford to get my hopes up again, can I?” I grab my keys and leave without another word, getting in my crappy jeep. The drive to school only takes about 5 minutes. I park on the otherside of the school, not wanting to be around any people.
“Hey! That’s my spot!” Someone shouts. I turn around and see a girl with long brown hair and snake bites walking towards me.
“I’m sorry. I can move my car.” I tell her.
“Relax Fresh Meat. I’m kidding.” She laughs.
“Okay.” I turn back around and continue to walk.
“I’m Cassie.”
“Valery.” I say, trying not to be so awkward.
“I love your hair. What’s your first?”
“I have AP Physics.” I tell her.
“Wow. Not many colorful nerds here. Nice to meet you.” We walk to campus, talking about random stuff like music and food. I’m not looking where I’m going, causing me to run into someone.
“I am so sorry. Oh my god.” I blush, incredibly embarrassed.
“No problem. You’re new here, huh? What’s your name? I’m Calum.”
“Sorry Calum. But she’s not interested.” Cassie answers, dragging me away.
“Why am I not interested?” I ask, glancing back at Calum.
“He’s a man-whore. He likes to flirt with all the girls then just use them. Don’t trust him. Like, at all. Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.” I tell her. I shouldn’t be near him anyway. Getting close means getting hurt when we move again. She says bye and heads to her class. Leaving me confused as heck since I can’t find my class.
“Lost?” Someone asks, a giggle hidden in there.
“Uhm, yeah.” I blush. He takes my schedule and looks.
“Follow me.” He laughs. He leads me practically across the school to a basic looking classroom.
“Thanks. By the way, I’m Valery.”
“I’m Ashton. Nice to meet you.” He holds out a hand for me to shake that I accept.
“You too. Thanks again.” I open the door and quietly walk to the back of the room.
“I’m going to assume that you’re Valery Everest?” The teacher, Mr. Karl, says.
“Yeah. Sorry I’m late.” I answer quietly. I hate being the center of attention.
“Where are you from, Valery?”
“Depends. Are you asking me where I was born, where I grew up, or where I was before here?”
“I’m curious so all of the above.”
“Well I was born and raised in San Francisco until I was about 14. Then I moved to Philedalphia then to Ottowa, which is in Canada, then I moved to Brighton. Now I’m here.”
“Why’d you move so much?”
“Just cause my mom wanted to. Don’t think there’s a particular reason.”
“Well welcome to Australia, Valery.” He says, leaving me alone. I make notes during the lesson, doodling on the edges when he says boring stuff. Finally the bell rings and I can get out of the suffocating classroom.
“Hey there, Blue Haired New Girl.” Calum says, walking along side of me.
“Hi. Also, terrible nickname.” I laugh.
“Can I know your name?” He begs.
“Nope. I was warned not to associate with you. Sorry.” I smile at him, walking away.
“I will learn your name, Blue Haired New Girl!” Calum shouts. I roll my eyes and continue walking.
“He’s so hitting on you.” Cassie says, pretending to gag.
“I know.” We walk to art together. The teachers name is Ms. Mackentire but told me to call her Lilly. She’s 27. In art apparently we just draw, paint, sketch, and listen to music. I pull out my phone and plug my headphones in, listening to Melanie Martinez while finishing a watercolored painting of a girl crying cherry blossoms. She has the the prettiest tan skin, black and wavy hair, beautiful and pink and thick lips, and freckles.
“Wow!” Lilly says. I quickly take out my headphones and attempt to cover the painting.
“Don’t cover it! It’s amazing!” She says, picking it up.
“Thanks.” I say quietly.
“You’re really talented.” She says, handing me my painting back. I stuff it into my binder as the bell signals class is over.
“Valery! Can we talk real quick?” Lilly asks. I walk over to her desk.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No! Not at all. There’s an art gallery coming up at the end of the year. Lot’s of college scouts are coming. I really think you have what it takes to get a scholarship to a really good art school. We need 10 new pieces by May. Can you do that? I know it’s short notice but...”
“Yes! Yes I can!” I thank her, grab my bag, and go to my next class. I finish my class and go straight into the art room to work on my art. Any chance of getting out of my moms hold that doesn’t involve my father is a chance I need to fight for. I start a painting of man with his head stuck in dark storm clouds. I barely get the outline done before class starts again.
“There you are, Blue Haired New Girl. I looked for you at lunch but I couldn’t find you.” Calum says. He’s with a blonde guy that has a lip piercing, a guy with red hair, and Ashton. I give him a questioning look and he just smiles and shrugs.
“Do you really want to my name?” I laugh.
“Yes!” He whines.
“Fine. My name is Valery Everest. And also, I don’t eat lunch. See you later.” I go into my next class which I have with Lip Piercing and Crazy Hair.
“I’m Michael and this is Luke.” Crazy hair says.
“Hi.” I pull out my notebook and make notes while Michael and Luke try to talk to me. Finally the bell rings. I go to math then to PE. I walk in the locker rooms and change into my PE uniform which is shorts and a t-shirt which I throw a sweater over. I sit on the bleachers listening to music and sketching stuff in my notepad that I potentially want to paint.
“What’re you drawing, freak?” A guy asks, taking my notebook.
“Please give it back!” I beg.
“Awww! Is little freaky nervous?” He laughs, flipping through the pages. I try to grab it out of his hands but he holds it all the way up. I’m only 5′3 and he’s probably at least 6 foot.
“Give it back!” I shout. He pushes me down, laughing.
“Hey, Matt. Give it back to her.” Calum says.
“Oh come on, Calum, I’m just having fun with the freaky new girl.” He laughs, showing him a page in my journal.
“You heard him, Asshole. Give it back to her!” Michael shouts.
“Or what?” Matt laughs. I feel the rage in my chest grow. I shoot up and tackle Matt to the ground, punching him in the face multiple times until Ashton and Luke pull me off, Michael and Calum practically on the floor laughing.
“Don’t fucking touch my stuff. Next time I won’t be as nice.” I grab my journal and my bag, walking out of the gym.
“That was awsome.” Michael laughs, following me out.
“Thanks... I guess?”
“Where you headed?” He asks, following me to my car.
“My house. I just moved here yesterday so there’s a lot to unpack and my mom has a 16 hour flight so she won’t be back for a day or 2,” When I see his confused look I add, “She’s a flight attendant.”
“Ohh! Well see you later Crazy.”
“Is that my new nickname?” I laugh.
“Yep!” He yells, walking back to the gym. I roll my eyes and drive home. I throw my backpack down in my room and change into a tank top, all my bracelets, and some sweats. I plug my phone into the speakers and turn on my recomended playlist while unpacking everything in the kitchen like silverwear, plates, bowls, cups, pots, and pans. It would have been nice of my mom to get groceries before she left. But NOOO. Suddenly there’s a knock on the door. I open it without looking at who it is.
“Hi! I’m Liz. I live across the street. This is my son Luke. We brought you some brownies as a ‘Welcome to the Neighboorhood’ gift.” She says.
“Hi. I’m Valery. If my mom were home I would introduce you two but she will be gone for a day or two. You probably won’t see much of her during our time here.”
“Why not, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“She’s a flight attendant.”
“Oh! That sounds fun!” Liz says.
“How often are you alone?” Luke asks. I can kinda tell he’s staring at my boobs.
“Like 3 weeks in every month.”
“Well you should come over for dinner.” Liz says.
“Oh. Uhm, no. It’s okay. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” I blush.
“You really should.” Luke says.
“Please?” Liz asks.
“I’ll be over in 10 minutes. I need to put on different clothes, if that’s alright.” They both leave while I throw on a grey t-shirt, black ripped skinnies, and an oversized blue & red flannel. I throw on my converse and fix my makeup, then heading out of the house.
“Hey Valery. You can head up to Luke’s room. He has a few friends over at the moment. His room is the last one on the right upstairs.” Liz tells me. I thank her and walk up the stairs, to Luke’s room, kinda regretting coming over.
“Uhm, Luke?” I ask, shyly. He opens the door and I see Michael, Ashton, and Calum.
“Hey! It’s Crazy!” Michael laughs, waving at me.
“Hello!” Ashton says. Calum just smiles and winks, making me blush probably. I sit down on Luke’s bed along with Luke.
“So Mysterious New Girl, how’s it going?” Calum asks.
“Fine?”
“That sounded like a question.” Ashton laughs.
“Sorry.”
“You’re really shy.” Luke says, nudging me a bit with his elbow.
“The way you took down Matt today! That was so cool!” Calum laughs.
“I don’t like people looking at my art journal. It’s really personal and depressing stuff. The stuff on my walls, I don’t mind people seeing because the meaning isn’t as dark.” I admit.
“Can we see your wall art?” Ashton asks. I make a list of pro’s-&-con’s in my head quickly.
“Okay. But my house is still in boxes for the most part so beware.” They all follow me down to my house and into my room.
“Holy shit!” Michael gasps as my door opens. They all scatter along my walls, admiring the work that took me an hour to hang up last night.
“These are amazing. You did all of these?” Calum asks.
“Yeah. It’s supposed to help me with coping.” I laugh pitifully.
“Coping with what?” Ashton asks.
“Nothing. Just.. nothing.” I sigh. They decide to drop it.
“Any boxes I can look through?” Michael asks.
“Uhm,” I rummage through boxes real quick, removing the ones with underwear and bra’s and my suicidal poetry and drawings. Which is like 4 boxes out of the 11 I have.
“You’re even good at photography?” Calum groans.
“I used to be. I stopped using my camera like 1 year ago.”
“Why? You’re so good.” Luke asks.
“I just got bored.” I lie. They continue to look through boxes.
“We should probably get back.” Luke says. We all agree and walk back to his house. We end up eating a really good meal. Luke’s family is so amazing it makes me upset.
“Thanks Liz.”
“No problem. Come by anytime. We’re always happy to have you here.” She hugs me tightly. I lie down in bed, hoping to actually get sleep for once. That’s when my favourite ring tone to hear goes off. The ring tone is that one vine screaming PATRICIA!
“Hey Mack.”
“How is it? How’s australia? Any hot guys? Let me guess, you got hit on by a really hot guy?”
“First, australia is fine. Second, there are some alrights guys. And three, yes.” I laugh. we talk for hours while I work on a new painting of a girl with her head completely up, trying to breath. She’s trapped in a tank slowly filling with water. The water is a beautiful blue symbolozing how people are finding depression and anxiety ‘cool’ and ‘beautiful’ when it’s not. I finally go to sleep a lot later than I should have.
#5sos#calum hood fanfiction#calum 5sos#5 seconds of summer#luke hemmings#michael clifford#ashton irwin
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Lie to me/ moving along- l.h pt 3
I saw you looking brand new overnight. I caught you looking too but you didnt look twice. You look happy.
I know im the supid one who ended it and now im the stupid one regretting it. it took me a couple drinks to admit it. i know im the stupid one
^^Maxeens POV 2018
“Let’s go, Max!” Lissa calls. I step out of my room, dressed. Her jaw drops. I’m wearing a black cami crop, washed blue ripped jeans, and strappy black heels.
“You look hot!” She exclaims.
“Thanks. Now let’s get going.” I laugh. We UBER to a party thrown by some people she knows. We walk into the party, surrounded by at least 200 people.
“You can go to him.” I tell Lissa as she makes eyes with her boyfriend, Matt, from across the room. She thanks me and rushes over to him. I sigh, knowing I probably won’t see her the rest of the night.
“Hey.” Someone says behind me. I stumble a little.
“Hey Ashton.” He puts a hand on my arm to steady me.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. Just suprised. It’s been a while. How you been?” We chat for a minute before Lissa takes me to the dance floor where I dance with Alexander. Alex moved here a year ago from London. We dance to Havana because it may be overplayed but it is still a bop. Alex does really stupid dance moves, making me laugh a ton. Then when I laugh, he makes fun of me by doing the Hanna Montanna laugh, making me snort.
“Don’t look now but Luke keeps staring at you.” Lissa whispers into my ear. I glance over my shoulder at the man who used to mean everything to me. My heart skips a slight beat. But I don’t look back. Because he doesn’t deserve that after everything.
Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan comes on, exciting me. Alex and I sing along, swaying to the music. In this moment, everything feels alright. I don’t feel the pressures of social media, YouTube, or relationships.
“Hey.” Luke says, walking towards me.
“Hey, Lucas.”
“Lucas? Really? C’mon Max.” He chuckles.
“What’s up?” I ask, my skin itching, begging for me to jump out of it.
“I just wanted to say you look great. And I really regret ever breaking up with you.” He tells me.
“Let’s go Luke.” Ash tells him, dragging him away. I collapse in a seat, my heart feeling like it’s going to crack.
“Can I uber home with Matt?” Lissa asks. I nod and text my friend David Dobrik.
TO: David- I know it’s like 12 am & ur probably asleep and crap but im at a party, Lissa left, and Luke was here and all I wanna do is eat away my feelings like usual.
A few minutes later, he replies.
FROM: David- OMW. I’ll pick up food first. Chipotle bowl, 20 piece chicken nugget, or both?
TO: David- Both please?
I wait outside on the pavement for David. About 30 minutes later and 3 catcalls, he finally gets here. I get in his car where he immediatly hands me food big enough for a mukbang. We drive to his house and eat while talking. I’m one of the few people David barely ever films with because we talk about personal stuff quite alot. I fall alseep on his couch because I don’t wanna go home.
LUKES POV
“Is that Max?” I ask as Ash walks to us.
“Yeah.” He says. We all (Cal and Ash) hang out and drink for a bit as I keep looking at Max. She looks amazing. And happy. And free. She looks over her shoulder at me then looks away. I can’t believe I let her go.
“Hey.” I say,getting the liquid courage to talk to her.
“Hey Lucas.” She says, trying to smile. I miss her smile. So damn much.
“Lucas? Really? C’mon Max.” I laugh.
“What’s up?” She asks.
“I just wanted to tell you that you look great and I really regret ever breaking up with you.” I explain, hating myself immediatly.
“Let’s go Luke.” Ash says, dragging me away and out of the club, Calum following.
“But I want her.” I whine.
“It doesn’t matter what you want anymore, Luke. You left her. And now you need to let her move on. She deserves that.” Calum says.
“But I love her.”
“You should’ve treated her like it.” Calum whispers. He has never fully forgiven me for hurting her. I have never fully forgiven myself either.
I WON’T BE DOING THE LYRIC THINGY AT THE TOP FOR ALL OF THEM!
NO ONES READING THIS BUT STILL
#5sos#luke5sos#michael5sos#calum5sos#ashton5sos#luke hemmings#luke hemmings fanfic#heartbreak#lyrics
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Ghost of You- l.h pt 2
Cleaning up today, found that old Zepplin shirt you wore when you ran away and no one could feel your hurt. We’re too young, too dumb to know things like love, but I know better now.
(LUKES POV AFTER BREAKUP)
“What happened? Where’s Max going?” Calum asks. I sit on the couch in total shock, burying my head into my hands.
“She’s gone.” I utter.
“What the hell did you do?” Calum steams. Max is like his sister.
“I broke up with her.” I whisper. It takes me almost a month to leave the house. And the only reason I do is because I have to go back home to see my family.
“Where’s Max? I bought her this really pretty necklace the other day.” Mom asks.
“Return it.” I say shortly.
“What?”
“We broke up.” I tell her. My mom excuses herself from the room, tears in her eyes. I fly back home a week later. I stumble into my room. It’s practically empty. I look through the closet to see all of the clothes she used to steal from me. The one shirt she always refused to give back was my Led Zepplin shirt. The shirt she wore at least once a week. The shirt she wore when we broke up. Here it is, hanging up .There’s a suit set out on the bed.
Hope you win <3 Max
I break down in yet another crying mess. I fucked it up so bad. \
ITS REALLY SHORT IK!!
sorry to anyone who’s reading this.
no one is but still sorry.
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Castaway/ More- l.h pt. 1
Castaway: How’d we drift so far away from where we left off yesterday? I’m lonely like a castaway.
More: If me & you are living in the same place, why do we feel alone? A house that’s full of everything we wanted but it’s an empty home/ We’re speaking different tongues communicating right through the bedroom wall.
^^^ Maxeen Robyn: Main character played by Hailie Barber
5SOS BOYS PLAYED BY THEMSELVES!!
Maxeen’s childhood: Max was raised by an drug addict mom who was extremely negligent and abusive. Max was screamed at if she spent too much time reading, or talked ‘too long’, or ate ‘too much’, or if she asked for anything. Max’s dad left when she was 2. Max was not hit nearly as much as she was yelled at, but she was hit alot. She learned to hide it at an early age. She learned to keep quite, never speak up, and bottle her emotions. From the ages of 5-8, she was molested by her mom’s drug dealer so her mom could get free stuff. She tried to kill herself for the first time when she was 9. The second was when she was 15. She was a straight-A student with a 4.0 GPA.
(2014: LONDON)
“Seriously, Max! What the hell!” Luke shouts, following me as I walk away from him, “Max!” He yells again.
“What Luke!?” I snap, turning around quickly. He looks shocked that I raised my voice. Mostly because I hardly ever do. It’s how I was raised.
“Who was he?” He asks, anger in his voice. Then it clicks as to why he’s so angry.
“You think I’m cheating on you? With Alexander?” I scoff, “You know I wouldn’t do that. And it fucking sucks that you think I would.”
“I’m sorry, Max.” He sighs.
“That’s the problem, Luke! We’re always fucking sorry! I don’t want us to constantly feel like we’re doing everything wrong. We don’t trust eachother. Luke, I... I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?”
“I don’t know why we’re like this! We’re drifting apart and I want to stop drifting.”
“We aren’t drifting apart,” He laughs, “Why would you even say that?”
“I’m always so fucking lonely! And you can’t tell me you don’t feel it too,” I start to shake, “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too, Luke. Please don’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”
“Well if you feel like that maybe we should just end it right here, right now. It’s fine. I can go date Arzaylea anyway.” He answers. Standing there in shock, neither of us speak, taking in what he just did.
All at once, I dash upstairs into our room and lock the door. I grab a suitcase and start shoving all of my important clothes and shoes and stuff into it. I empty all of the picture frames that contained pictures of me and Luke. In one of them, I leave a note:
Luke,
You can fill these as you find someone better than me, like Arzaylea.
love,
Max
I finish packing everything I need up and grab my car keys. Luke says nothing as I pass him. On my way out, the other guys walk in.
“Max? Where’re you going?” Mikey asks. I continue walking out of the door, not trusting myself to speak. I drive to Lissa’s flat aka my best friend who moved to London when I moved to London when Luke moved to London.
“Max, what’s wrong?” She asks, opening her door and letting me in. I drop my bags and hug her tightly, crying into her shoulder. She hugs me for a minute then she makes me go lay down in her room. I curl up in her bed, missing Luke more than I should. She comes back in with tea and a cheese toastie. I don’t eat the cheese toastie but I gladly take the warm tea. She turns on High School Musical which are my go-to sad movies. I don’t really know why.
It takes me a month to leave the house. During that time I clean and organize everything. It’s a coping mechanism from my childhood.
“Hello?” I grumble, answering my phone with a mouth full of cereal.
“MAX! MAX MAX!!” Lissa freaks. I grumble a response.
“We’re moving to LA!” She screams. I stand right up even though she’s not near me. I start to jump around, freaking out. Apparently she got into Cal Arts for animation.
“Luke’s not home. They’re in Aus until tomorrow. So you’d better hurry.” I run and get actual clothes on and drive to the house. I pack literally everything of mine into my car. My phone dings, scaring the crap out of me as I’m sitting on our bed staring at a wall. It’s Luke’s calender.
Award show tomorrow night. Find cool clothes.
I usually put out his clothes for him before award shows because he’s not always good at it. So I go into his closet and lay out a pair of clothes, leaving him a note:
Hope you win <3 Max
Lissa and I move to LA a week later.
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Letting you go- Ashton Irwin (pt 2)
I walk through the house, reliving all the memories as I make my way out the front door and to my car. As I pull out of the drive way, I swear I can feel my heart shattering in 2.
It is now 2018
Hayly Sandoval is now 22. She still lives in LA. She has an apartment that she lives in by herself. She makes YouTube skits, covers, original music, dance videos, and vlogs. She hasn’t seen or talked to Ashton since the day she left. She still hasn’t been able to fall in love with anyone else. She still hasn’t been able to fall OUT of love with him, even though she doesn’t like to admit it. She hangs out with YouTubers like David Dobrik, Liza Koshy, Colby Brock, and Shane Dawson. She has a really good life and tries not to miss Ash too much.
“Hey Shane.” I say as I walk into his house, petting his dogs. We all (Garrett, Morgan, Ryland, Andrew, and Shane) hang out in their house for a few hours until everyone gets hungry. We all end up driving to Chipotle, after I put on actual clothes that aren’t my pj’s.
We walk into Chipotle and stand in line. Garrett and I talk about Harry Potter.
“Seriously mate!” The people in front of us laugh.
“You guys can go in front of us. He doesn’t know what to get.” A guy says, laughing slightly. I turn around to see who is in front of us because the laugh sounds familiar.
Ashton.
“Hayly?” Ashton breathes.
“I’ll see you guys later.” I choke.
“You said you were super hungry.” Morgan says.
“I’m not. I need to get out of here.” I say shaking. People are looking at me, including Mikey, Ashton, Calum, and Luke. I practically run out of the resturaunt. I take a deep breath, trying to get my lungs to work, my heart to stop racing, and my body to stop shaking. My eyes are dancing with stars and I have to lean against the building to not fall over.
“Hayly. Are you okay?” Someone asks, holding my arm. So I guess it wasn’t a building.
“Jesus christ. Hayly, breathe.” Another says.
“I’m sorry.” I say to the people helping me. I hate being a burden to people. One my vision clears up, I see Morgan, Garrett, Ryland, Andrew.
And Ashton.
“Are you okay?” He asks me. I nod as I feel my throat close up and my heart starts to race again.
“Okay. Who the hell are you?” Morgan asks.
“I’m Ashton. Hayly and I used to... we used to know eachother.”
“She never mentioned you.” Ryland says.
“I have. Just never used his name.” I manage. Garrett is the first one to realize what I mean.
“Wait. He’s- that’s him?” Morgan asks me. I look down.
“We’ll give you guys a minute.” Andrew says, dragging them away.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to have a panic attack when I saw you. Then again I did not mean to see you.” I tell him.
“Sorry I caused a panic attack. Are you okay?”
“I am fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“That’s all I do. I never knew what actually happened to you after you left me in the middle of the night.” He realizes what he said.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He appologizes.
“It’s fine. I did leave you in the middle of the night. And you have the right to be mad at me. I would be mad too.”
“Can we talk? Perhaps over lunch?” He asks, signalling to Chipotle. I nod and we walk back in.
“Before you do anything, I deserve a hug.” Calum says. I laugh and give him a hug as he rests his chin on my head.
“I missed you, Ly.” He tells me. He lets me go and sits at a table with the other guys.
“I bought you a bowl.” Shane says, handing me my food and a soda. I thank him and sit at a table with Ashton.
“I’m just going to ask it: Why’d you leave me?” Ashton asks.
“Because...”
“Because what, Hayly? I thought we were in love. I thought you loved me. I thought you supported me and the band. But all of a sudden I wake up with a note saying basically nothing. And it is all I can ever think about, Hayly. So why? Why did you leave me?” He begs.
When I don’t answer, he shouts “WHY?” making people look at us.
“Because you were always gone, Ashton! I left becuase no matter how much you tried, I was always lonely. I left my home, my family, my friends, my job to follow you halfway across the fucking world. But you were always gone on tour and shit. I was 19 and alone in a new country. Hell, a new CONTINENT. I left even though my mom said that if I left with you, I would NEVER be able to come back. Not for births, holidays, not even for deaths. But I left it all behind for a man who was never home. It didn’t ever feel like home unless you were there. And you were almost never there. But I mainly left because I was hurting you, even if you didn’t realize it. You would go on tour and while your friends would be out at bars and stuff, you would be FaceTiming me from a hotel room. I ruined your chance to socialize and hook up with groupies. I was holding you back and you needed to let me go.”
“That should’ve been my decision to make, Hayly! You left me wondering why! You left me heart broken and alone. Didn’t you ever think about how I would feel? Because that is all I thought about for you.”
“Of course I thought about you! I love you! But no matter what I couldn’t shake a stupid feeling that nothing I ever did was enough for you and I felt like you were wasting your time so excuse me for thinking I wasn’t good for you. For knowing I wasn’t good for you. I only ever thought about you. About us. Do you know how much I wanted us to work? How much I begged myself to stay? Ashton, I would never have hurt you except I couldn’t stay. I was having panic attacks nightly when you were gone. I was taking so many anti- depressants and anti- anxiety’s. I wanted to stay but I couldn’t, Ash. So you can stop worrying about me. You know where I am now.” I realize that my nails have been digging into my palm when they start to bleed.
“I have to go.” I grab my bag and rush out of the resturaunt and into my car, driving to the one place in LA where I can easily breathe: Will Rogers State Beach.
Not many people go here so it’s usually not crowded, especially the spot where I go to. You have to hike a little bit and it’s pretty hidden if you don’t know where to find it. I found it about 2 weeks after Ashton left for the first time.
God, I wish I could disappear. I would love to just go home back to London. But my mom meant what she said. I tried to go home when she was dying but she said no.
I gave up everything for Ashton.
“You alright, Ly?” I turn my head to see Calum. I shake my head. He sits next to me and pulls me into his arms.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” I say.
“You didn’t. I’ve just missed my best friend.”
“God you must think I’m a bitch for leaving you guys.”
“No. I understand. You gotta do you.” He tells me.
“The panic attacks got worse after I left. Especially recently.”
“Why recently?” He asks.
“My mom is dying. But I can’t go back. I made a choice coming to America with Ashton, and my mom says that I made a choice to leave the family. And now I have to stick with the choice.” He pulls me even closer.
“Can I ask you something?” I nod.
“Are you still in love with Ashton? You said love in the resturaunt, not loved.”
“It doesn’t really matter whether I love Ash or not. But yeah, I do. And I think I always will.” I say, no louder than a whisper. We sit watching the waves together for a while, catching up on life.
“I have to go home.”
“Why?” He asks me, whining.
“I feel like sleeping. Part of panic attacks, they make me sleepy.” I give him a hug bye and drive home. As soon as I open my door, I change into more comfortable clothes.
I grab my camera and set it up on the tripod. I turn it on but don’t do an intro. I just get to singing ‘Grace’ by Bebe Rexha and playing the piano. Then I sing ‘Sorry’ by Halsey while playing the piano. Then I play ‘Happier’ on the accoustic. Then I go on another emotional rant about my life and feelings.
“I just feel like I can’t even breathe anymore. It’s just like the entire world is crushing me and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I can’t do anything but watch it and think ‘Well I deserve this.’ Because I do. I left my mom back in London. Even though it would mean she would be all alone in the house. I have 6 siblings, all older than me, that have spread around the world. They’re doing great. They’re married, have families, have lots of money, have actual jobs. But here I am, having panic attacks that make me black out, making videos on the internet of me singing or doing stupid shit or just ranting about how much I hate myself.
“How much I wish I could just disappear. How much I wish I could die. How much I wish I could just breathe and rewind everything. How much I could forget everything. I wish I could forget the nights where I was helpless. The nights where I could hear my mom being hit but I couldn’t do anything. I was too young. I was too helpless. I wish I could forget my older sister’s sobs as we all hid in the closet. I wish I could forget watching my dad hit my older brother when he tried to stop him from hurting our mom. I wish I could forget how tight my oldest sister held onto me. How everyone tried to make sure I grew up without all of this pain. I wish I could forget the way my sisters would sing to me to help me sleep when I had nightmares.
“When my dad left, it was like we could all breathe again. It was like they could all breathe again. I wouldn’t sleep for days straight because of nightmares of the night where he took me out of my bed at 1 a.m and decided to to leave me at a gas station 30 miles away from home. I still dream of it to this day.
“I wish I could throw my feelings against the wall. I wish I didn’t have to feel anymore. I wish I wasn’t still in love with someone who probably hates me now because I left him 3 years ago. I sometimes wish I hadn’t left. But other times, I don’t. Because he is doing so great without me. He is fucking thriving. If I hadn’t left he probably would’ve already left me. So either way I would’ve been a depressed, anxious, and torn mess. Which is always fun.
“Anyways, I’ll see you guys next week.” I finish weakly, turning my camera off. I curl up in my bed with music blasting so loud I will probably get a noise complaint but honestly who fucking cares anymore.
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Letting you go- Ashton Irwin (pt 1)
Synopsis- (BEGINNING IS BASED IN 2015) Hayly Sandoval met Ashton Irwin and the band in 2012. She worked at a coffee shop Ashton went to every morning. She later became a musician on YouTube. They started dating at the beginning of 2013. When the boys moved to LA Ashton begged Hayly to move too. So she moved to a completely different country where she knew no one besides the boys. It was really hard on her because they were always gone on tour. She is 5′5, has black wavy hair, and very pretty blue eyes. She had a problem with self harm from the ages of 11-18 because of her dad. She always feels super guilty about how much Ashton loves her and pays attention to her like she is the only girl in the world. He always feels kind of guilty about going on tour because he’s leaving her which makes her feel guilty because he’s not having as much as he could be.
(WARNINGS- Smut and language)
“Hey baby.” Ashton says.
“Hey.” I give him a gentle kiss on the cheek as I walk through the door.
“How was your day?” He asks me.
“It was good. How was yours? I saw some pictures.” I laugh.
“Oh yeah?” He laughs, pulling me closer with his hand on my lower back.
“Mhmmm.” I kiss him, running my fingers through his hair.
“One more time before I leave tomorrow?” He suggests.
I nod and jump into his arms. He catches my legs as I wrap them around his waist. I drape my arms around his neck as we kiss. His tongue fights for dominance and I grant it. He walks to our room, carrying me there. He lays me down on the bed gently, kissing me as my legs are still around his waist. He unbottons my shirt carefully. He kisses my jaw line then my neck, then my collar bone and then my chest. He goes back to my collar bone, sucking on my sweet spot. I kick my shoes off while he does this. He unbottons my pants and tries to pull them off. However he does not succeed because they get caught on my feet.
“Dammit!” He says as we both laugh hysterically. He eventually gets them off and comes back up once again to kiss me but this time he is rubbing me through my underwear. But then someone knocks on the door.
“Ugh. I should go get that.” I whine, trying to get up but Ashton pushes me back down, a fire burning in his eyes.
“You aren’t getting away from me princess. They’ll leave eventually.” He tells me.
“Ok baby.” I say. He bites his lip roughly at the specific way I use the pet name. I unclip my bra for him, letting him kiss my boobs. I reach down and unbotton his pants, tugging down his pants and boxers. He gives me that stupid sexy smirk at how much I want him. He slides my underwear off of my legs.
“Damn princess. You really want me, huh?” He teases.
“Yes.” I beg. He puts himself inside of me, making me whimper slightly. No matter how many times we have sex, it always takes me a minute or 2 to get used to his size. He lets me have a minute to adjust to his size but once I do, he starts to thrust roughly inside of me.
“Moan my name, princess.” I shake my head, unable to speak. I clench my eyes shut to keep them rolling.
“Look at me, baby girl.” I open my and look into his. He leans down to kiss me.
“Ashton.” I moan, my voice breaking in the middle.
He continues to fuck me at the same pace and roughness level. He brings a hand down and starts to rub my clit while still fucking me. My entire body is shaking with pain and pleasure. I start to have an orgasm and I start to moan louder. Ashton picks me up and stands. He puts my back against the wall and continues to fuck me. We have sex for about another hour or so.
“Was that good princess?” He asks. I nod out of breath and roll over to look at him. His long hair is clinging to his face because of sweat so I move it away and kiss him gently.
“I wish I could stay longer.” He says, making me remember: He was only going to be here for 3 days. He’s leaving tomorrow in the early morning. After a few minutes of us lying in bed silent, his breathing gets steadier. But mine gets more jagged with sobs building in my throat. I take a deep breath and get out of bed.
This was the plan. You cannot back out now. Ashton NEEDS to focus on himself, the tour, and the band. He does not have time for a girlfriend who he constantly worries about. He’s better off without me.
I put on a black tank top and some sweats, throwing my black vans on as well. I grab my suit case and start to put all of my clothes in along with my makeup and some pictures. I grab a piece of paper and a pen.
Ashton,
I love you. So much. More than you know. But I have to leave. I have to let you go because you need to focus on yourself more. You need to focus on your music more and the tour more and the band more. You have such a busy life and I really do not believe you have much room for a girlfriend. I really wish that we could be together but I just can’t do it anymore. I always feel so alone and so insecure. I know it’s not your fault, that it’s what I signed up for. I signed up for the long leaves and you being surrounded by beautiful women who would give literally anything for you. I know you love me and if I were to say this to your face you would say something to make me stay. But I want you to live your life. I want you to be able to look at a girl in the front row and think ‘Wow. She is fucking hot.’ and not feel guilty because you have a girlfriend at home counting down the days till you get back. I love you with all of my heart and I always will. You are truly an amzing guy and you will make another girl very happy one day. I will always hold you close to me wherever I go. I will never find anyone more caring and driven than you are. I will never find another soul mate because you truly are my one and only. But I know that I cannot be yours. You deserve so much better than a struggling musician who may never get anywhere. Thank you for making the past 3 1/2 years amazing for me. This may seem selfish of me and I’m sorry that it looks that way. This is not me being selfish. This is me letting you go.
Yours forever, Hayly
I leave the note on the pillow next to him. I sit at the foot of our bed, just taking it all in. I will never be able to wake up next to him again. I will never be able to feel the tickle of his beard waking me up in the morning. I will never get to hear the stupid songs he would sing in my ear when I’m trying to concentrate or take a nap. I will never get to shower with him again. I will never get to marry him or have kids with him. We can never have a future together.
But then again, wasn’t this always going to happen?
We were never able to be together. He’s like fucking Gucci and I’m Good Will. He’s so much more than I could ever be.
I take my first bag and put it into the backseat of my car. I load the next one and on the last bag, Ashton rolls over. He isn’t awake thankfully. I make my way to the bed, moving his hair away from his face, kissing his forehead.
I walk through the house, reliving all the memories as I make my way out the front door and to my car. As I pull out of the drive way, I swear I can feel my heart shattering in 2.
PART 2 is up
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David Dobrik- Anytime
Faiya Lennox (AKA Fay) is 21 years old. She is part of Vlog Squad and probably David’s best female friend in the group because she is fun and crazy but not in a Trisha Paytas way. She is single but gets hit on ALOT. She has long brown hair and blue eyes.
(SMUT WARNING)
“Hey Fay!” Alex says, not lifting his head up from the tv.
“Hey Fay.” Dom says but trying to be hot which isn’t working. I look around to all the people saying hi to me which is alot of people: Alex, Dom, Toddy, Corinna, Jason, Brandon, Zane, Scotty,Trisha, and Jonah.
“Hey guys.” I smile.
“That’s a really cute shirt.” Corinna says. I look down mainly because I forgot what shirt I was wearing. It’s this:
“You should like it. It’s yours.” I laugh.
“It’s really hot on you.” She says.
“Thanks babe.”
‘Where’d David go?” Jason asks.
“I don’t know but do you want me to look for him?” I ask.
“Please?” Zane asks. I put my bag down and start to walk around David’s huge ass house while hearing drunk laughter behind me.
“David?” I call. No answer. I open his bedroom door and walk in.
“Jesus Christ!” He says when he realizes I’m in there. I gasp and practically run out.
He
Was
Masturbating.
I fast walk into the kitchen, blushing like crazy.
“You good?” Toddy asks. I bury my face into a pillow, really embarrassed.
“David? What happened?” Scotty asks laughing. I peek out from behind my pillow of shame and see David walking downstairs.
“Ummmm....”
“Jesus christ Fay, you are fucking red!” Brandon laughs.
“Holy shit. Did she walk in on you fucking masturbating?” Corinna asks. Both David and I stay embarrassingly silent. Zane is the first to start screaming.
“Ok! Ok! Ok! Everyone quiet down. I need content. On a scale from 1 to Toddy, how big was his dick?” Scotty asks. I bury my face back into the pillow of shame, laughing from embarrassment.
“David give her permission to say it.” Alex says.
“Since when does she need my permission?”
“Since she’s a nice person. Just give her permission.” Scotty says.
“Okay fine. Fay, you can say it.” David says, getting his own camera out.
“On a scale from 1 to Toddy, how big was his dick?” Scotty asks again.
“Toddy being a 10.” Jason says.
“Probably like a 7 or 8.” I answer truthfully.
“Damn! Good job man!” Toddy says, high fiving David.
“You should show him your boobs since you saw his dick.” Dom says.
“YES!” Zane screams.
“If you give me $500 I will.” I say, knowing none of them would give me $500.
“I will!” Trisha says, pulling out $500.
“I didn’t mean it!”
“You already said it on camera. Now let’s go.” Toddy says.
“Seriously quit being shy. You have fucking great boobs.” Corinna tells me.
“Hey guys it’s Scotty. Faiya’s about to show David her boobs.” I go behind the door so the guys can still film David’s reaction.
“Ready. Set. GO!” Zane counts. I take a deep breath and lift my shirt up. David’s eyes go wide.
“I didn’t know you had any tattoo’s” He says. Everyone starts to scream and laugh.
“Would you let Dom touch your boobs for another $200?” Jason asks.
“You know what? If I can have my shirt on then sure.” Trisha hands me another $200. We all sit back down in the living room.
“Ready?” Dom asks. I sigh and nod. He grabs my boobs and squeezes them.
“Okay now we’re done. No more boobs.” I say.
“Can I see your boobs?” Corinna asks.
“Anytime.” I laugh. We all hang out for a few more hours then everyone goes home except for me because I help David clean up.
“You’re so hot.” David mumbles.
“What?”
“Nothing!” He says quickly. I walk over to him and stare him in the eyes. He stands up. Me being 5′3, he stands 3 inches taller than me. I hold my breath because of how close we are. Suddenly his lips are on mine and he lifts me onto the counter. I take his hat off of him and throw it across the room onto the couch. I tug on his hair slightly as he kisses and sucks on my neck.
“Upstairs?” He suggests. I nod and hop off the counter as we both run upstairs into his room. He takes his shirt off as I take mine off. My boobs are fully exposed sine I’m not wearing a bra. He puts my left boob in his mouth as he plays with the other one while I’m palming him through his jeans. He pulls my jeans off and lays me down on his bed, our tounges fighting for dominance.
I push him off of me and take his jeans and boxers off. His breath hitches as I roll my tounge along the tip before taking it all in, gagging slightly. He starts to moan quietly and tangles his hand into my hair. I hold his member into my mouth for a second then take a breath. He pulls me up to him and we begin to kiss once more.
He lays me back down and kisses the insides of my thighs. He rubs his fingers gently over my folds through my black underwear. I whimper slightly, biting my lip to keep out a moan. He slides my underwear off and kisses my folds. Then her starts to lick my cunt, making me full on moan.
“David!” I moan as I run my fingers through his curly hair. He contintues to suck on it, making me moan and making my legs shake. He comes back up and props himself up at my entrance, pushing himself inside.
“Oh god, David!” He continues to thrust himself inside me as we both moan. He has one hand gripping the head board and brings the other one down to massage my clit, making my moans get caught in my throat. I hit my climax but he continues to go. I start to moan loudly so he brings his lips to mine.
“I love it when you moan into my lips.” He whispers in my ear making me get goosebumps. My hair is sticking to my forhead and back from sweat and so it his. I bring a shaky hand up and move his hair away from his face.
“Oh god, Fay!” He moans as he gets closer. I feel a warm sensation erupt inside of me, signaling that he came. It’s okay because it’s not like I can get pregnant anyway. I have a fertility issue where I will more than likely never get to have kids. We lay on our backs, side by side, panting.
“This is a secret right?” He asks.
“Oh god yes. Can you imagine the kind of clickbate they’d have if they found out?” I laugh. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead as I cuddle up to his warm body.
“We should do this again.”
“Anytime.”
(2 MONTHS LATER)
“David stop! I have to go!” I giggle as he kisses me.
“Why?” He whines.
“Because my sister is getting married and I sorta kinda have to be a bridesmaid, you noodle.”
“Ugghhhhhhh!”
“Bye, David. I’ll see you in 2 weeks.” I kiss him goodbye and leave his house. I get into the UBER and get driven to the airport. I then fly all the way to New York.
“FAY!!” Sammy yells, running to me.
“Hey Sams.” I laugh. I start to get a tiny bit dizzy.
“You alright?” She asks.
“Yeah. I’m okay. I probably just need a little bit more water or something.”
(2 Weeks Later)
“I brought you something.” My friend Kammi says. I haven’t been feeling too well lately. But it’s just a pregnancy test.
“Is this a joke? You know I can’t get pregnant.”
“Yes you can. The doctor just said it was a 1 in a million chance. And this is kinda how I felt when I was pregnant with JJ.” She hands me the test and pushes me towards the bathroom. I sigh and pee on it. While waiting for the results, I stalk Calum Hood’s twitter because he is gorgeous.
“Ok it’s ready!” She tells me. I put my phone down and look at the results.
Positive
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Calum Hood- HS chp 4
-CHAPTER 4- (WARNINGS- Language)
They climb back into her bed, Calum cuddling her from behind. She falls asleep feeling protected by his strong arms holding her to his warm body.
Calum wakes up before Yazzi as he stares at her bare back. He realizes how much he loves the tiny freckles on her back, how much he loves her violet hair that barely goes past her shoulder. He loves her slow breathing. His heart aches. He wishes he could just pause this peaceful moment for her. He wishes he could make all of her pain and doubt go away. She turns towards him and opens her eyes. He loves her eyes. The beautiful green that they are but the dark brown they can turn when she gets upset. He loves the sun kissed freckles that run across the bridge of her nose, her beautiful and soft lips, her clear skin, the natural blush of her cheeks, the way her nose scrunches when she’s complimented, or the way her eyebrows scrunch up when she hears something gross (it happens alot when Michael opens his mouth).
“What?” She asks, noticing Cals lingering eyes.
“Nothing. You’re just really beautiful.” She scrunches up her nose and hides her face underneath the blanket. She wants to say ‘No I’m not.’ but she knows Calum would get upset.
“I have to get ready.” She says to him. He whines playfully and tries to pull her back to bed as she gets up. She laughs at him and puts on white and black striped loose longsleeve, black highwaisted jeans, black and white converse along with her hair braided to the side. Her phone starts to ring. She answers it with a distasteful look.
“Hey grandma.”
“Hello Yazzi. So I enrolled you into the boarding school and you start at the beginning of next fall. You will have a dorm room but they do not provide summer placement. Although to my extreme distaste it is now a co-ed school.” Then her grandma goes into a long fucking rant about how boys and girls should not be schooled at boarding schools together. But Yazzi isn’t paying attention. She’s trying not to laugh as Calum makes weird faces at her.
“Ok grandma just text me later. Bye.” Yazzi hangs up, laughing uncontrolably as soon as the line disconnects.
“Do you have to go to school?” He whines.
“Nope.” She jumps back into bed with Calum, snuggling up close to his body.
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Calum Hood- HS chp 3
-CHAPTER 3- (WANRNING- Smut, language, depression.)
“Later. I’m going to lunch with Mark Williams. Bye guys.” She gets up and wlks towards Mark, leaving the guys really confused and speechless.
“Hey.” Mark says.
“Hi.” They walk off campus to some fast food place where they eat and talk. Just like usual, Mark hits on her subtley. After they eat, they walk back to campus.
“Do you wanna hang out after school?” He asks.
“I can’t. I’m busy today. Some other time though.” She tells him. They say goodbye and walk to their seperate classes. The rest of the day goes as the beginning: Her not being able to pay attention because all she can think about is the tour. But this time instead of thinking about Cal, she’s thinking about Mikey, Ash, and Luke. They’re her best friends. If someone were to ask her to choose, she wouldn’t be able to. They all are amazing to her in their own ways. Luke: He’s always super sweet and comforting. Mikey: He’s always super funny and idiotic and will always stik up for her. Ash: He understands the thoughts that go through her head. He understands the constant feeling of wanting to hurt yourself. Before she realizes it, the school day is over. She visits her locker quickly then walks off campus, towards her house.
“Want a ride?” Mark asks from the passenger seat of his friend Philly’s car.
“Sure. Thanks.” She climbs into the car, mostly because she really doesn’t want to walk the distance to her house. Per usual, they both hit on her. And also per usual, Mark is a lot more subtle than Philly.
“You sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Philly asks, winking.
“Yes. I’m completel y sure. Thanks for the ride though.” She gets out of the car and walks into her house.
“I’m home.” She calls out lamely. No answer. She walks into the kitchen to see a note resting on the counter next to a debit card.
‘Yazzilina,
Anthony and I went on a vacation before the baby comes. We should be back in a month or two. Use this debit card for food. And please don’t be a fat ass like usual. Our money doesn’t grow on trees.
-Mom’
Yazzi crumbles the note up and throws it at the wall, sinking to the floor. Eventually she gets up and showers. It relaxes her and makes some of the stupid, pointless voices go away. After her shower, she dries her hair and puts on pj shorts and a sweater that’s probably Calums or Michaels. She makes some popcorn and sits on the couch re-watching the first Harry Potter movie and doing her homework. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.
‘Why would anyone be knocking on the door at fucking 7pm?’ She asks herself. She gets up quietly and walks to the door, looking through the peephole. It’s just Calum.
“Please Yazzi.” He begs. She takes a deep breath and opens the door.
“Hey.”
“What were you doing with Mark Williams?” He asks angrily.
“Eating lunch.” She tells him, her own anger bubbling.
“Why?” Her anger in boiling over now.
“Because if ALL of you are leaving me here alone with a druggie mom who is pregnant and a man who actually hates me did you ever ONCE think that I might actually need a fucikng friend?” She shouts. He stares at her, shocked. She almost never yells.
“I’m sorry.” She adds, quietly this time.
“I won’t go. If you want me to stay, I will.”
(SMUT WARNING)
“You can’t do that Calum. I want you to go. I really do.” She tells him. He pulls her into his arms tightly. She lifts her face up and kisses him gently. It escalates into a more rough, more passionate kiss. He pins her against the wall and puts a hand on her lower back as he sucks on her neck making soft moans escape from her lips. She starts to pull at his shirt which he takes off gladly. She takes her sweater off making Calum’s eyes linger on her chest area for a second. But then his eyes go right back to hers. They start to kiss more as they blindly make their way to her room which is at the end of the hallway. She gets on top of him as they both get onto her bed. They both take off their pants in a rush until they’re both in their undergarments.
“Wait. Are you sure you’re ready? Because we don’t have to do this if you aren’t.” He asks.
‘We do have to do this.’ She thinks. But instead of saying this, she just nods and continues to kiss him while using her hands to unhook her bra. They both take off the rest of their remaining clothes and he puts a condom on, laying back down. She sits on top of his member, gasping quietly at the feeling.
“Are you alright?” He asks her. She nods, getting used to the feeling. She starts to move her hips, moans escaping both of their lips. One hand in her hair, the other on her waist. Her hands grip tightly on his biceps. As they both get closer to their climax, his lips find hers. They both finish, collapsing in breathless and sweating messes. She puts her underwear and a t-shirt on, Calum putting on his underwear. They climb back into her bed, Calum cuddling her from behind. She falls asleep feeling protected by his strong arms holding her to his warm body.
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