You hate each other but they lock you in the same room (part two)

Ashton: 

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since the day Ashton kissed you, and he hasn’t done anything to you ever since. You thought that things would change between the two of you after what he’s done, but he acted as if that kiss never happened. Ashton hasn’t left your head at all ever since that day, you would still remember how his lips felt on yours and the sensation it gave you when his lips moved with yours. You could remember your racing heartbeat and the sparks that exploded in your head when you kissed. You have been thinking of him every minute of every day, he was the only thing on your mind before you go to bed and the very first thing you think of when you wake up the next morning. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get the thoughts of him out of your head and it was driving you crazy. When you tried to talk to him about it, he just glared at you and walked past, leaving you standing there in shock. You cried yourself to sleep that night, over some boy you were supposed to despise but ended up falling for. Your feelings for him turned from hatred to love in such a short period of time, and you thought he felt the same way you did. You couldn’t understand why he kissed you and told  you he liked you, when he would go back to hating you a few hours later. You remembered his words - about his confusion, and it left you to wonder whether or not he managed to answer the question he wanted the answer to. You wondered if he proved that he loved you, or if he proved that he didn’t with that kiss. You needed to know the answer, and you needed to know the answer now before you lost your sanity. You decided to resort to drastic measures, as he clearly didn’t want to talk to you. You pulled him into a closet and you shoved him onto a chair, and straddled him. It was the easiest method to get him to talk, you thought, when he was powerless and underneath you. “What do you want?” Ashton hissed as he looked up at me with those beautiful hazel colored eyes. Those eyes made you weak in the knees, although it was filled with rage and annoyance. You gathered your courage and glared right back at the blonde haired boy beneath you, “I think you already know what I want, Ashton,” His eyes flickered away from you for a moment and his lips curled into a frown, and you felt him relax from underneath you. “If it’s about that kiss two weeks ago, then I have nothing to say to you,” he replies, making you growl in anger. “All I need is answers,” You replied, your anger dissipating into sadness. You just couldn’t stay mad at Ashton, not when you felt something for him. You watched as he heaved out a long sigh, and his eyes found yours again, “Fine, go ahead. Ask me anything you wanna know and I’ll answer you truthfully. You deserve the truth after all, because I stole a kiss from you without your permission,” he mumbled under his breath, causing you to smile at the mention of the kiss. You hopped off his lap and smiled, “For starters, how about telling me how you feel about me. I want the truth and nothing but the truth, Irwin,” He opened his mouth to talk, but closed it once more. He fixated his gaze onto the ground, and he looked as if he was thinking about his words very carefully. Once he was done calculating his choice of words, he looked up at me once more and his lips curled into a small smile, “That kiss made me realize exactly how I felt about you, and I was exactly right,” He took a deep breath before he continued, “I fell for you, that’s exactly what happened. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I was just afraid because I knew you hated me and I knew you wouldn’t like me back if I told you and so I didn’t so I-” You rolled your eyes and grabbed him by the shirt, and tiptoed to press your lips against his. He closed his eyes and his hands travelled to your waist, pulling you closer. “Shut up Ashton, that kiss changed everything and I realized I like you a lot too,” you muttered as you leaned in for another kiss.

Michael: 

You slammed him up against the wall aggressively, and he chuckled upon your sudden aggression. “Why did you suddenly just kiss me after telling me that you hated me every single day?” You asked, determination twinkling in your eyes as you continued to press him against the cold wall. Michael left you confused and conflicted after that kiss in the closet, and you needed to know how he felt about you. You were confused because you needed to know if he felt something for you, and you were conflicted because you weren’t sure if you were to continue fighting these new feelings for Michael that started developing in your heart, or should you just welcome them in instead. You didn’t want to welcome them if you weren’t sure if Michael felt the same way, because that would only leave you heartbroken. You weren’t the kind to move on easily either, so if you did decide to fall for Michael, it would take you months to get over him and you didn’t want that. He gave you one of those infamous smirks of his, and shrugged, “I did hate you. I hated your attitude, I hated your laugh, I hated your voice, I hate everything about you. I love pushing your buttons though, that’s the only thing I loved about you,”  His words cut like a knife, and you could feel the familiar stinging in your eyes. You could also feel the moisture starting to stream down your cheeks, and you channeled the hurt you felt into anger. His face softened and the smirk disappeared from his lips when he saw the tears trickle down your face. “I fucking hate you Michael Clifford!” You shrieked as you began to hit him on the chest over and over. “I hate your stupid smirk, I hate your fucking stubble, I hate those beautiful green eyes of yours, I hate those amazingly plump lips, I hate that cute talking voice you have, I hate how you would let out this cute laugh everytime you find something amusing, I hate how you would lick your lips whenever you would talk, I hate the way you could mess your hair up and then fix it, I hate… I hate everything about you…” You broke down crying and fell on your knees, and he wrapped his arms around you, patting your back. “Calm down,” he shushes you, as you continued to sniff, sob and hiccup. You buried your face into his chest and cried all the hurt out, “I hate you because I actually believed that you liked me when you really didn’t, I hate you because you got me to fall in love with you and I hate you because you could hurt me without even lifting a finger,” You confessed as you continued to sob into his shirt. He stopped patting your back when those words leave your lips, and he let out a quiet chuckle, “Do you really do hate me? Do you really?” He challenges, making you furrow your eyebrows. You pulled away from him and looked him straight in the eye with a stern look on your face, but softened after a moment, shaking your head. “I don’t really hate you, Michael. I love you,” you muttered, your eyes finding the floor rather attractive. You heard him laugh one of those adorable laughs of his, before he pulled you into him, his lips crashing on your own. Your eyes widened at his sudden action, but you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. You loved the feeling of his lips against your own, it felt great and it felt right with him. He pulled away first and he flashed you a smile, “I wouldn’t mind kissing you like this every single day, but you gotta let me take you out for dinner sometime. Oh, and I love you too,” he giggled, pecking your lips softly.

Calum: 

You stared up at your ceiling, your chest tightening at the memory of your kiss with Calum in Luke’s room this morning. You could still remember how soft his lips felt, and how good it felt to be against yours. As much as you hated to admit it, you really liked Calum’s kiss, it was soft and slow, unlike most of the kisses you’ve had before. You rolled over and tried to get some shuteye, but Calum just couldn’t seem to leave your mind, not once. Your thoughts have been invaded by a certain boy all day, and you couldn’t stop thinking about him at all. You groaned and sat up, peeling the covers off yourself and stood up. You needed a glass of milk, you usually do this at night to help yourself sleep and calm down. You silently made your way downstairs, careful not to wake any of the boys as you passed by the living room. The boys were sleeping over at your place because they asked to, and being the good friend you were, you agreed. Your eyes wandered to the three sleeping figures inside the sleeping bags on the floor, and your eyes widened when you couldn’t find a certain black haired boy. You heard some footsteps in the kitchen and you swallowed, preparing yourself for the long-awaited confrontation with Calum. You began to blush furiously when your eyes met Calum’s naked torso, and you looked away almost immediately, earning a chuckle from the boy. He looked extra good tonight, his black hair ruffled and sticking up in all directions. He was shirtless and only had his black boxers on, exposing all three of his tattoos for you to see. It took everything in you not to stare at his beautiful body shamelessly, he was making it extremely hard for you though. “Couldn’t sleep either?” You shook your head at him in response, trying to avert your eyes from his body as you grabbed a glass. You opened the fridge and picked up the carton of milk, then proceeded to pour yourself a glass. You emptied the glass within a few seconds, your eyes fixed on his amused face. “Calum, can I ask you why exactly you hate me? I didn’t do anything to offend you or do anything to you, did I?” You quietly asked, the question you’ve been dying to ask him finally came out of your system. He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly, “I honestly didn’t like you at first, but then I began to realize that I like our little arguments because my day wouldn’t be complete without arguing with you,” Your face heated up even more, and you shyly looked down so he wouldn’t see how hard you were blushing right now. “Then why did you kiss me? Was it really to shut me up though?” He let out a little giggle, and shook his head. He licked his lips and shrugged, “Yeah, it was to shut you up. But honestly, I just wanted a reason to kiss you.” He suddenly picked you up and you yelped, covering your mouth as soon as the sound left your lips. The two of you peeked your head into the living room to see if you awoke any of the boys, and let out a sigh in relief when you saw that all of them were still asleep. He was still carrying you though, and you had your arms wrapped around his neck with a smile on your face. “Well, I’m giving you another reason to kiss me now,” you looked away, your cheeks flushing pink. He let out a quiet laugh and caught your lips with his, and he placed you on the kitchen countertop. You smiled as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, your fingers finding their way to his hair, You ran your fingers through his hair, messing it up even more while he had his hands resting on your waist. His tongue dove into your mouth for a taste, and you welcomed it with a huge smile.  You pulled away a few minutes later, giggling when he rested his forehead against yours. “So, since we’ve already made out on your parents’ kitchen island, I think it’s safe to ask you if you wanna be my girlfriend?” You rolled your eyes at him and kissed his nose lightly, nodding. “I think I could say yes,” you grinned, earning a kiss from your boyfriend.

Luke:

You were already used to being ignored by Luke right now, but somehow, you seemed incredibly bothered because of his ignorance. It came as a huge shock when Luke told you he loved you, and an even bigger shock when he rejected you because he thought he wasn’t good enough for you. He didn’t even give you a chance to tell him that he was wrong, because he hurriedly left the room and the house, soon afterwards. He hasn’t stopped by in a while, it’s been about a month since you last saw him and you missed him terribly. When you heard that they were gonna have band practice today, your mood lifted completely and you stopped moping around, which was the only thing you did the past month. You entered the garage and find them practicing one of their new songs, Heartache on the Big Screen if you weren’t mistaken. You were absolutely mesmerized by Luke’s solo, his voice was just so amazing, it gave you chills. They sounded pretty amazing and you smiled, knowing they’re gonna make it really big in the near future. You waited for them to finish rehearsal, patiently sitting down on the couch behind them. You’re sure they all noticed you, and you were certain Luke did at some point because he started screwing up a lot near the end. They finished a few minutes later and all left, noticing the awkward tension between you and Luke. You approached him slowly, trying to find the words to say to him. “Hey,” you started, earning a nod in response from the tall blonde in front of you. “Luke, we need to talk about that sooner or later. And I choose sooner because I can’t really take any more waiting,” you tell him, and he looks at you with a rather annoyed expression on his face. “Luke please, I have to talk to you about what you told me that day. Luke, I-” “There’s nothing to talk about,” he interrupts, walking past you to leave the garage. “What the hell do you mean there’s nothing to talk about? We need to talk about you, me and how we feel about each other,” you earned a scoff from him, and he turned on his heel to look at you. “I don’t need to talk about it because I already know this can’t happen. You’re too fucking good for me and I don’t need you lowering your standards to be with someone like me,” he shrugs. “Stop bringing yourself down, you asshole,” you spat, making his eye twitch at the name you called him. “Did you just call me an asshole?” He asked, striding towards you with a rather angry look on his face. “Take that back,” he hissed as he leaned in, and you can already feel his hot breath against your skin. “No. Fuck you,” you said before grabbing his face and pulling him into you, your lips meeting his. Your lips moved with his swiftly, and you felt your anger disappear as you continued to kiss him feverishly. He backed you up until you were against the wall, and he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. You shivered when his free hand grabbed your leg and wrapped it against his waist. The coolness of his lip ring made you sigh, and he took this opportunity to stick his tongue into your mouth. You didn’t know there was a rough side of Luke, because he didn’t show it often but you were glad you managed to make this side of him show. You felt his hand loosen their grip on your wrists, and he withdrew his tongue from your mouth. You opened your eyes in surprise, as his hands cupped your cheeks and his kisses slowed down. You could feel so many emotions in this kiss, and this one wasn’t like the previous one - it was passionate and filled with love, unlike the lust and anger you felt previously. He pulled away, breathing heavily and you took this moment to apologize, “Luke, I’m sorry I didn’t notice. I’m so sorry, but I’m willing to give us a chance. But are you?” He began to play with his lip ring for a bit and smirked, “I’m willing to take a chance on this us you speak of,” You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, listening to the hammering of his heart against his chest.