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Pref 62 - He Hits You (Pt. 2)

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Michael-

Just as you had finished packing your stuff, Michael walks in.

"(Y/N)..."

"Yes?"

"I... I'm so sorry. I got mad."

"Michael, I can't just forgive you. You hit me."

"I know. I was stupid and mad and did I say stupid?" He asks, causing you to laugh.

"Michael, I understand. I just... I don't want this to happen again."

"Come here." Michael says, opening his arms.

You walk into his arms slowly and he slowly wraps his arms around you. Your arms eventually wrap around him too.

"I am so sorry, baby. I can't believe I did that to you. Seeing you hurt, because of me, was the worst thing ever." He says, and you look into his still puffy eyes.

"It's not okay, but it will be. It just scared me. It still kind of does. I don't want our fights to end up like this."

"That was my grandma's figurine. It's not exactly replaceable and I was just upset. She passed away last year, so it's priceless."

"I know that Michael. That's exactly why if I did break it, I would own up to it."

"I know that. I know who broke it now..." Michael says.

"Who?"

"Mr. Climb-All-Over-The-Shelves" Michael answers, pointing at the cat now sitting on the couch.
You two both just laugh it off and Michael kicks the cat off the couch.

"Cats who break things don't get couch privileges."

It didn't affect the kitty too much, he just waltzes off to the other room.

Calum-

You wake up and see that you're in your old bedroom. The events of last night flood your mind. Looking at your phone, you see 34 voicemails from Calum. Your phone begins to ring again and it's none other than Calum.

"Hello?"

"You picked up! I've been calling you and you haven't been answering. I was so worried."

"Why'd you call?"

"You asked me to call in the morning with a 'decent explanation.'"

"Okay, it actually be better than decent."

"I know baby."

"Do not call me that. You lost that."

"Okay, so listen. I was upset with the band, and I don't have any idea why my sick, drunk compulsive mind decided to take it out on you. I came home bragging how I got laid, but from what everyone at the party said- I didn't. I don't remember much because I was drunk off my ass but the designated drivers do and they told me that I didn't. You know I'm an angry drunk and I am SO sorry about hitting you. This still isn't a good excuse but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

"Come over and I'll try."

"That's all I needed to hear. I'll be there soon. I love you."

"Too soon, Cal."

You couldn't forgive him right away, but you were willing to try. And he was willing to give up drinking all together.

Ashton-

You made it back to the house in complete silence.

"I'm so sorry. Can I look at your side?" Ashton asks.

"Uh, yeah." You say. You know Ashton cares, so there wasn't a point in being too stubborn. You lift up your shirt and show the side he hit. You can tell there is going to be a bruise, and so can Ashton. His face just looks upset and shocked.
"Baby..."
"Don't worry about it."
"I was trying to protect you. I did the opposite."
"Ashton, I know."
"Let me finish. I need to explain."
"Okay, I'll let you talk." You say, giggling.
"(Y/N), I love you. I love you so much. That's why I was protecting you. Those God-awful paps were in the way. I needed them to leave you alone. You don't need this kind of attention. You don't have to live with it. I don't want you to live with it. I want you to live a normal life. You can't go through this, I won't let you. You mean the world to me. And I am so sorry I hit you. I am so so sorry. You have no idea how much I wish I could go back and not hit you. I'd still fight the paps but make sure I knew where you were."
"Ashton, you're forgiven. You were trying to protect me. I can't be mad at you."
"Good, cause I didn't want you mad at me. I love you baby."
"I love you too, Ash."

Luke-
"Baby?" Luke yells.
You don't answer, because you know what happened last night.
"Hey, there you are." He says, as delicately as possible.
"Hi." You say bluntly.
"I'm surprised you're still here."
"My parents are away. You're lucky."
"Yes I am." He says, softly.
"So do you need something?"
"I'm so sorry, love."
"Stop. I'm leaving soon. So just stop."
"You can't leave."
"Yes, I can Luke. I have every right to leave."
"(Y/N) I am so sorry. I can't live without you. I was being irrational."
"Why'd you tell the magazines a blatant lie?"
"I was trying to protect us."
"We don't need protecting. I don't need protecting."
"I know. I just can't imagine you getting tied up in this chaos I have to go through."
"Luke, I admire whatever you were trying to do to protect me, but I just can't imagine why you were so mad when you got home."
"I'm sorry. Studio work stresses me out."
"Luke, I just am not going to be able to stay here."
"I don't want you to leave."
"I have to. I need space, to think."
"Think here. I'll change your mind. We can go on a date or something. Just please don't leave me." Luke says, tears flowing quickly.  You begin to cry too.
"Luke, I'm going to go for a walk. I'll be back. And see what I want to do."
You ended up moving out for a little while, only to move back in, but happier and better than ever.
A lot of people asked for a part two, which I wasn't really originally gonna do but here ya go :) hope you enjoyed xx I love all of you guys reading. {and we are super close to 150k and I have never been so happy in my life. Y'all are amazing!! :)))}