Luke: “You lost your virginity to Y/N, right?” Michael chuckled at Luke as the three of you talked about your past relationships.
“Yeah,” he blushed, glancing over at you. “We lost it to each other.”
“You were so fucking nervous,” you laughed. “Like, I’m the girl, I’m getting… basically impaled with this thing and it hurts like hell for a while and you were the one freaking out.”
“I didn’t want to get you pregnant or something," he defended with a loud laugh. "And I was a bit worried you'd think I sucked and break up with me."
"I'd just like to point out that," Michael laughed, "you were her first, so it's not like she had anything to compare you to, to say you sucked. So technically you might be horrible in bed but she just doesn't know it yet."
Michael: "You're gonna be fine," Michael whispered, kissing your forehead.
You shook your head, "No. He'll be mad and he'll hate me a-"
"Y/N," he cut you off forcefully. "I love you--god I love you--but right now I'm gonna tell you to shut the hell up because you're only making it worse for yourself."
You nodded, "Okay. Thank you for being here."
"Well I'm kind of a large part of the problem."
You opened the door which had been knocked on a few seconds before.
"Hi sweetie," your dad smiled, looking you over before standing in shock. "Y-you're pregnant?"
Ashton: “Y/N? Can you go talk to Ash?” Luke called to you before their show. “He’s freaking out.”
You sighed, having done this with the curly headed Aussie before.
“Ash?” you called, knocking on his dressing room door. You pushed open the door and slid into the room. “What’s wrong?”
He sighed, looking up at you with an upsetting expression. “I’m nervous about performing.”
“Why?” you asked, sitting on his lap sideways and slinging an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.
“I hurt my wrist working out this morning and I keep screwing up when I drum.”
“Let me see.”
He handed you his wrist, letting you bring it up and press a chaste kiss to it.
“You’re gonna do amazing, okay? Never doubt yourself.”
Calum: “What are you trying to say?” you laughed, looking at Calum as you lay side by side in bed.
“I… I’m saying that I really, really love you and I love being with you and you’re just an amazing person and you’re beautiful a-”
“Cal,” you cut him off with a laugh, placing a hand on his bicep, smiling at him, “babe, you’re rambling.”
“Sorry I’m just nervous… God, this is going horrible already.”
“What is it?”
“I…” He sighed, turning around and riffling through the bedside table drawer, turning back around with a small black box.
“Will you marry me?”
