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You Leave Your Boyfriend For Him (His POV)

Ashton: her bright eyes smile when they land on me. God she's beautiful. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself a little. Hopefully she won't notice the blush creeping up my cheeks. I find it impossible to act cool around her, she just makes me so... Excited. She makes weird feelings bubble up inside me - weird feelings that refuse to go away. Every time I catch myself staring at her for a little too long or thinking about her a little too much I have to remind myself that she has a boyfriend. It happens constantly.
[Y/N]'s smiling eyes don't seem as heavy as last time I saw her. She seems lighter somehow - happier.
"I broke up with my boyfriend," she mentions casually, sipping her coffee as if it's no big deal. I almost choke on my drink. Act cool, Ashton. I raise my eyebrows and try to act like my heart hasn't just started beating at a million miles an hour.
"What? Are you okay?" I exclaim. My voice hits an octave only dogs could hear, making me cringe. I'm the worst at this.
"Actually, yeah. I feel pretty great."
"That's good. I can't say I liked him much."
"You're only just telling me this now?! Why?"
The long list of reasons why I don't like her boyfriend - her ex boyfriend - rush through my head, blurring together and making it almost impossible to sort between them. I gulp. Now is the time to take a risk. "I guess I just never thought he was right for you. He... He definitely wasn't the one for you."
[Y/N] looks conflicted for a moment. I hope that I haven't said anything wrong. Just as I'm about to apologise, she speaks.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
I nod and hold my breath, waiting for her to speak again.
"I broke up with him because I've fallen in love with someone else."
My heart almost stops beating. No. I can't have lost her again. Not yet. This is too soon.
"Oh. Who?" I say, trying my best to put some life into my voice. It's pointless, I sound like I've just found out my dog has died. I don't really want to know who it is, it will just make me hate them.
"You, actually."
I almost wasn't listening when she told me it was me. I had been ready to hear someone else's name, I would never have imagined that she could've said it was me.
When I don't speak she starts rambling.
"I know you probably don't feel the same but I just thought that-"
"How on earth could I not feel the same?" I interrupt her. How can she possibly believe that anyone, especially me, couldn't love her? She's perfect.
"What?"
A slight smile curves the edges of my lips.
"I love you too, [Y/N]."

Calum: her eyes are sad and full of guilt, but how much she cares about me is clearly there. I had been hesitant about it at first, not wanting to believe that the beautiful girl wanted me in the same way that I wanted her, but now I know. My eyes keep dropping to her lips - I want so badly to feel her mouth pressed against mine and taste her lips, but I can't. She has a boyfriend.
Part of me is almost relived when she pulls away. If she kept looking at me with those huge dark eyes and gently playing with my fingers then I would've done something I'd regret. Tears brim in her eyes as she turns to leave, breaking my heart.
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I don't know where she's gone and I'm not sure if she's coming back. As much as I want her to be with me, I want her to be happy more. And spending time with me is putting her relationship in jeopardy.
All I can think about is kissing her. The images won't leave my head; her plump pink lips moving in sync with mine, her long eyelashes lightly fluttering over her soft cheeks as she releases a small moan... I run my hand through my hair frustratedly and try to force the thoughts from my head. It's useless.
A knock at my door rips me away from my thoughts of [Y/N], although my mind returns to her almost instantly. What if it's her?
The second I open the door a pair of soft, strawberry flavoured lips are on mine. I melt into the kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist instinctively.
She smiles at me after a minute, sending my heart into overdrive.
"I broke up with him." She whispers.
I can barely contain my happiness, but the only thing that matters to me right now is how she is feeling. "Are you okay?" I ask her nervously. The smile hasn't left her lips.
"Yeah. I kinda realised that I was in love with someone else. He's really great."
My heart pounds in my chest. She's talking about me. I brush a piece of hair from her face and lean my forehead on hers.
"He's lucky." I whisper, meaning the words more than I have ever meant anything before.