Cheater Part 2.

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Calum: "Calum, I'm sorry." She whispered, tears threatening to spill form her eyes any second. "What did you do?" I asked her, my voice becoming weary. "I never meant to hurt you, Calum." She rushed out, her desperate eyes looking into mine. Before I could stop myself I was yelling at her, cursing as I whacked a vase off the coffee table, the broken pieces missing her by an inch. "I cheated on you, Cal." She whimpered. I lost my breath, freezing for a moment, letting the words sink in, replaying over and over. This is some sick joke. This has to be. I can't even bare to think that while I've been giving her all my love, she's been out and about with some other man, exposing herself, betraying me. She began to tell me some pathetic excuse of an apology, about how it was a mistake and it didn't mean anything.. but I could listen to it. I yelled at her, out of anger at first but it then started to turn to yells of heartache and tears undoubtedly fell from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. "I love you, Y/N." I murmured to her to which she told me she loved me back; but she didn't. It seemed, at that moment, that she was quite incapable of it. She could've waited for me. Just those few more weeks and I would've been home but I'm clearly not worth waiting for. I turned away, storming down the hall towards our- the bedroom, pulling out a bag from the wardrobe and grabbing water clothes I could find. She stood in front of the wardrobe, blocking my ways as I tried to reach past her.
"F@&!ing move, Y/N." I snapped at her, finding myself wishing that my words hurt her the slightest. She wouldn't move but I pushed past her, though, still making sure that I didn't hurt her. I shoved as much clothes as I could fit inside the bag, as well as my wallet, charger, phone and anything else I could think of. I slung it over my shoulder and rushed to the door, not making it further than two metres before Y/N was holding onto my arm, pulling me backwards to try and stop me. "Calum, please don't leave me." She begged over and over. Her words stung me for some reason but I couldn't stay. I tried to continue walking, to ignore her but she was begging and begging and tearing at my heart. "Just stop!" I finally cried out, breathing deeply as we both looked at each other with ready eyes. "Gosh, you never know when to stop do you?" I half asked her, her grip on me falling as she looked at me, soft whimpers coming from her every now and then. I shook my head, my hand running over my jaw and I stepped backwards, away from her. "You never even," I started to speak, having to stop myself as my voice gave way and I let out a broken yet quite sob. "You never even knew how much I loved you, did you?" There was silence and my heavy breathing; nothing else for a moment. I pulled at my hair in sadness, the kind where you're so overwhelmed that you feel the need to break something, destroy something just so it can feel as empty as you. "I was willing to give you everything, Y/N." I spoke slowly, pausing mid-sentence. "But you were willing to throw it all alway."

Ashton: "When can we see Y/N again?" Harry asked me as him and Lauren sat down at the table. I almost forgot they didn't know. Then again, I don't really want anyone to know because then they'll be questions on why we broke up and all I can think about is that I'm not good enough. "Um, I'll don't think we'll be seeing much of her anymore." I answered him, Lauren's eyes falling from me as Harry's face scrunched up in confusion. "Why? I really liked her." Harry told me, his features falling giving me a sad look. "Did you two break up?" Lauren asked me, a sympathetic look on her face. "Yeah. We did." I told her, the worthless feeling weighing on my shoulders. "Ashton?" My mum called out for me. I turned around, still thinking she was in the kitchen preparing dinner but then I saw her at the front door along with someone else. I walked over to them, my mum moving out the way, Y/N appearing before me. I felt like stopping, turning my around and running as far away as I possibly could, but I couldn't do that. So I walked over to them, hoping to just stand beside mum like a cowardly child as she hurried out with whatever she wanted to say to me, but mum walked away leaving just the two of us. "Can I come in?" She asked desperately, her eyes pleading with mine. "Nows not really a good time." I explained to her, scratching at the back of my neck awkwardly. "Please Ash." She pushed and I sighed, opening the door wider and leading her to my bedroom. I sat down on my bed, picking up a soft ball and chucking it hand to hand, almost ignoring the fact that Y/N was here. She stood awkwardly in my room for a few seconds and shut the door behind her, pondering on whether or not to take a seat or not. "Ashton, I-" "What do you want?" I snapped at her, cutting her off. Her features softened and for a moment I almost felt guilty for yelling at her. She dropped her head low and let out a deep, shaky breath. "Ash, I want to fix things between us." She told me and I had to refrain myself from laughing. "You can't." I replied. "I want to try." She pushed again. That's one thing about her that won't change; she won't give up on something. "I wouldn't bother if I were you." I told her, dropping the ball and watching it roll out of reach. "Ashton, I'm really trying here." She told me, the regret clear in her voice. "Like you tried to stop yourself from kissing that guy?" I muttered as I stood up from my bed and began to take interest in the junk on my shelves. "Ashton!" She cried, her voice threatening to break. "You know, if I knew you were going to be so cold, I wouldn't have even came here to try and tell you how this past week has been hell for me!" She spat back at me, picking her bag up and making her way to the door. "Y/N, wait!" I stopped her as he hand grabbed hold of the door handle. She stopped herself, her grip still tight, ready to leave as she waited for what I had to say. "Don't go." I spoke before she turned around. "Its been hell for me too." I told her, my focus falling to the floor. She dropped her bag and slowly walked over so she was standing in front me. "Ashton, you have to believe me when I say that I'm sorry." She told me. I nodded sadly. "I do. Its just, I love you and," She cut me off. "I love you too, Ash." I pulled at my hair in frustration. "Please, I haven't finished Y/N." I informed her and she mouth a quick 'sorry' to me. "I love you and this week has been hell without you." I say as if I'm agreeing with her. "But I just don't know if nows the right time for us. You know, to sort things out." The slight trace of hope vanished from her face and she dabbed lightly at the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry." I added quickly. She shook her head, trying her best to hide everything with a smile. "It's fine. I understand." I gave her a half smile, the act of breathing seeming a bit easier now. She turned away again, picking up and bag and opening the door. "Y/N?" I stopped her once more. "Yeah?" She looked back at me, her hand resting on the door frame. "I wasn't saying that I don't want to try and work things out, because I do, but I just meant that there's so much going on in our lives that maybe we just need a little distance from each other to figure out if this is really what's best for us." She smiled softly at me before looking down to the floor. "I know, Ash. Maybe nows just not our time."

Luke: "Say something, Luke!" She screamed at me, desperation heavy in her words. Tears fell effortlessly from her eyes and she made no attempt to wipe them away. "Say something." She cried again, her voice weak and broken and she collapsed to floor, bringing her knees up towards her chest. I caused this. The love of my life is crying on the kitchen floor, struggling to breath as she cries her eyes out, and it's all because of me. I didn't know whether to walk away and never see her again - thinking I deserved that, or to fall down beside her and take her in my arms, do everything I could to make sure she would never feel this way again. I know I didn't deserve to ever hold her again but seeing her like that; I had to. Cautiously, I walked over to her, bending down beside her. She looked up at me, her eyes bloodshot and empty. I slowly reached my hand out and tucked a loose piece of her hair behind her ear. She looked into my eyes, her lips trembling as she prayed for this all to be a nightmare. I turned around so I was at her side and she took me by surprise, wrapping her arms around me. She shook violently in my arms, each sob tearing her apart inside out. My hand was on the back of her head holding her close to me as her arms fell around my torso, resting on my back, her hands under my shirt. I was now crying too but I tried to hold it in as it wasn't fair on her. None of this was. "I'm sorry Luke." She whimpered out and I felt my heart break as she said that. "I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you. I'm sorry I'm not enough." She cried softly. The way she said it, it wasn't out of anger or spite; she actually believed that she wasn't enough. "Its not your fault, its not your fault." I repeated over and over to her, hoping the message would sink in. "You are more than enough. I'm so sorry babe." I promised her, placing a kiss to forehead, my lips lingering on her skin for a few seconds. "I'll fix you."

Michael: My suitcase is open on our bed as I pull out all my clothes, unfolding them and hanging them back in the wardrobe. I gave in. Michael promised me that we could work this out, so here I am again in this house, our house. I want to forgive him, I really do but I don't think I can. And the worst part about that is I still love him. Lifting up one of Michael's shirts I hid in my case, I notice a small box wrapped up inside it. It falls to the floor and I bend down to pick it up, sitting on my bed as I open it. I lose my breath at first, an ache in my chest arrives and I feel tears pool up in my eyes. "He was going to propose?" I whisper to myself as if it will seem more real if I speak the truth. I can't help but stop the tears as they quickly begin to fall from my eyes, running down my cheeks. I drop the tiny box to the floor, a mixture of anger and heartache coursing through my veins as my body trembles. I place a hand over my mouth as I start to sob, hearing footsteps echo through the house. "Y/N?" Michael calls my name, the sound of doors opening in the distance. 'Why did I come back here?' I ask myself right before the bedroom door opens and Michael steps in. He hurries over to me once he sees me, crouching down at the end of the bed where I sit, one of his hands moving to my lower back, the other resting on my thigh. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asks me and in response I move away from him, freeing myself of his touch for a moment. He curses as he kneels on something, moving out the way and pulling the ring off the floor. He sighs and drops his head quickly, picking up the box and placing the ring back inside. "Y/N," He begins, getting up to sit beside me on the bed. "So you were going to cover all this up my proposing to me? Or were you going to wait until after we were married to tell me that you cheated on me!?" I spit at him. "Would you have told me if I never walked in on that conversation?" He sighs and pulls at his hair before answering, his eyes avoiding mine. "Of course I would have told you, Y/N." He admits to me, finally looking up at me as he holds my gaze for a few seconds. My bottom lips starts to tremble and I bring my knees up to my chest, tucking my head away as I continue to cry. The bed sinks beside me and before I can stop him, Michael is wrapping his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap and swaying me gently. "I'm so sorry." He whispers to me, his voice breaking leading me to believe that he is now crying too. I grab onto his shirt tightly and cry into his chest, leaning into his touch as he keeps his arms around me. "I'm so sorry baby."

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17/04/15

OH MIKEY YOU'RE BREAKING MY HEART. YOU'RE SHAKING MY CONFIDENCE DAILY.

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For the first WMHB thing:

First person to guess the song and who sings it (correctly).

"Oh, your hands can heal, your hands can bruise. I don't have a choice, but I still chose you."

Nicole introduced me to that song and I love it!

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So there's the first round of that! I'll reply to your comment if you win and then just send me the pic for the contest/game on IG (my handle is @hakunahemmings )

I hope it goes well.

*Sigh* Can Calum please stop smoking? Thank you and goodnight.

If you've learnt anything from this, let it be that you never break someone's heart if they're willing to give it to you.

I love you.
Always.

- HakunaHemmings