Aftertaste - Shawn Mendes

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Calum:

"Re-rewind Friday night, never forget it
How you let me go."

You couldn't forget it. You'd never forget it. He left you. He left. Slammed the door, leaving you there heartbroken. How nice of him. You had been arguing about him ignoring you and going to a party instead of texting you.

It only took one text. One text telling you how sorry he was and the reason why he ignored your messages. He even had the nerve to come home like everything was okay and he did nothing wrong. When you asked him about it, he said, "I didn't really feel like answering, okay? I've had a tough day."

That led to the argument. You were telling him about how you've had a tough day too and how you thought something had happened to him.

You shook away the thought of him coming back. It had been a few weeks and you had tried calling him a few days after it happened. Eventually, you had given up.

But, you missed him. So much. You two had arguments like every other couple, but neither one of you ever left.

"I miss you, Calum." You whispered. The tears you held back fell. Why couldn't he come back? Why couldn't he just call you?

You regretted getting so upset. Now, none of the texts mattered to you. He only mattered to you. Your other half; he was gone.

Ashton:

"And now you're gonna say, 'Pretty please forgive me.'
Fool me once, told you twice you're gonna regret it."

Ashton and you had broken up almost a month ago. The sad part was you still loved him. After he told you that you weren't good enough. He had a drink, but not enough for him to have been drunk.

The doorbell rang. You opened the door and saw Ashton. "Wh-What do you want?" You asked, surprised.

"Please forgive me." Ashton begged. "I made a mistake. You are good enough and more. I miss you, (y/n). Please."

"What did I tell you before you let me go?" You asked him. You had to be strong.

"That I would regret it and I do. I regret it every single day. I just. . . I had to tell you."

"You just did. You waited a month to tell me. It's too late now. You made me feel worthless, Ashton. You don't do that to someone." You said.

"I didn't mean to. I never meant to. I was so stressed and I took it out on you." He grabbed your hands with his. "Please, (y/n), please."

A small part of you wanted to give in and take him back, but most of you didn't. "I'm sorry. Goodbye." You whispered, pulling away from his grasp and closing the door.

Luke:

Try to forget me, but I'm everywhere.
I'm the smell on your sheets
you weren't ready when you left me there.

Your phone vibrated. Your best friend sent you a text. You saw a link and tapped on it. It brought you to an article.

Luke Hemmings can't forget (y/n) (l/n)?

Curiosity came over you as you read the first sentence of the article. After a minute, you closed the tab. You let out a sigh.

"You can try to forget me but I'm in all of the articles." You whispered. "It's been a year and they still haven't given up on the headline."

Your phone lit up and started vibrating again. You looked at the name of the contact and saw who it was. Reluctantly, you answered the call. "Yes, Luke?"

"The headlines are still going on. I just read another article and I'm sorry they won't leave you alone."

"It's alright, I expected it." You paused for a few seconds. "You never say my name. It's in the past, Luke, it's fine."

"I don't say it because every time I do, it hurts. I don't want it to be in the past." Luke told you.

You froze, surprised. You didn't know what to say. "I'll call you later and we can talk about all of this, alright?"

"Alright."

Michael:

I'll help you remember me
One more kiss is all it takes
I'll leave you with the memory
And the aftertaste

"Does anyone play guitar who wants to come on stage?" Michael asked through the microphone.

You raised your hand. What would be the harm in that? You two broke up a year and a half ago. He probably didn't remember you. You dyed your hair and wore a bit of makeup for tonight.

You weren't over him, though. You were in love with him and you would always be. Luckily, he didn't realize it was you and he pointed at you. "Come on up."

You nervously stepped onto the stage, taking a deep breath. Michael looked at you, "Hello there! You can play guitar, right?"

You nodded, knowing if you said anything, he'd know. Finally, you decided to quietly say something. "Do you remember me?"

"Of course." He said, smiling. But, his eyes said otherwise.

"I'll help you remember me." You whispered. You felt hesitant, but went on your tiptoes and placed your lips on his, putting your hands on his cheeks.

He was surprised, but returned the kiss. When you pulled away, he looked like he didn't want it to end. "(y/n)?"

You quickly went off the stage and left the concert before he could find you again. At least you could kiss him one more time.

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