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Ashton: “So will you be in on time for the party?” you ask into your phone. “I don’t know,” you hear Ashton sigh, “The flight was delayed a couple of hours, I think.” “Okay,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed, “I’ll wait for you to call me and then I’ll pick you up.” “No, go to your friend’s party!” Ashton insists, “I’ll meet you there if I get in soon enough.” “I don’t wanna go without you,” you sigh. “Go!” Ashton pleads, “Don’t sit at home waiting for me on New Year’s Eve!” “Okay,” you say, still unsure of how fun a New Year’s party will be with your boyfriend missing, “I guess I’ll see you later.” “See you next year,” Ashton laughs, “Just kidding I’ll hopefully be there before midnight.” “Bye, Ashton,” you chuckle before hanging up the phone and heading out to your friend’s. You arrive at the party and begin the painful process of pretending to have fun and politely explaining to some slightly drunk boys that you’re not available. “Where’s Ashton?” your friend yells to you over the loud music. “His flight’s late, you explain, trying not to sound as frustrated as you feel over his absence. “Have some fun, then!” she invites, before dancing away. You sigh and check your phone, noticing simultaneously that you have no messages from Ashton and that it’s 11:59. You shove your phone back into your pocket and walk aimlessly through the house. You hear the countdown begin, and as it reaches zero you stand alone, the couples around you kissing passionately. “All alone?” you hear a gruff voice ask behind you. “Look, I have a boyfriend, but he -” you stop short when you turn around and see that it’s Ashton. “Hey,” Ashton says with a weak smile. “Ash!” you squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. Ashton kisses back before pulling away breathlessly and searching your eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he gushes, “I got here as fast as I could. Are you mad at me?” “Of course not,” you assure him, “I’m just glad you made it.” “Happy New Year,” Ashton mumbles before kissing you again.
Luke: ”Sorry for ruining our night,” you say for the hundredth time as Luke forces you to drink down yet another water bottle. “You didn’t ruin our night,” Luke laughs, feeling your forehead and brushing a few stray hairs away before gently pressing his lips to your warm head. “I feel fine, really,” you insist, “We could’ve gone out.” “You fainted like twenty minutes ago,” Luke reminds you, “You’re not fine.” “I was just a little dehydrated,” you mutter weakly. “A lot dehydrated,” Luke corrects with a chuckle. “Well, either way, we got all dressed up to go out and now it’s almost midnight and we’re sitting on the couch,” you point out grumpily. “You do look nice,” Luke compliments, noticing your short, glittery dress and an inviting abundance of exposed skin. “You look nice, too,” you return, eyeing Luke in his tight jeans, sharp button down, and a new beanie you had bought him for Christmas. “Hey!” Luke says suddenly, “Why don’t we go on the balcony and watch the fireworks? Ya know, if you’re feeling up to it.” “Yeah!” you agree, sitting up and allowing Luke to help you to your feet. “It’s almost midnight, c’mon!” you urge, pulling him after you toward the balcony. Once outside, the two of you hurry to the railing and look out at the sky, ready for the fireworks that are sure to come. You shiver involuntarily at the cold and Luke eyes you with concern. “Are you cold?” he asks seriously. “Just a little,” you respond with a shrug, “I’ll be fine.” “Okay,” Luke huffs, pulling you in front of him and wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Better already,” you giggle as you lean back against him. He rests his chin on the top of your head and lets out a sigh of contentment. “Sorry again for ruining our night,” you murmur weakly. “Stop saying that,” Luke laughs, “As long as I’m with you the night is great. I know that’s cheesy, but honestly I’d so much rather be here than at some party with a bunch of strangers, especially when I’d be worrying the whole time about if you’d pass out again.” “Fair enough,” you say with a smile. Suddenly the sky lights up in front of you, and sparks of all colors rain down. “Oh, happy New Year,” you say, turning around to face Luke. “Happy New Year,” Luke chuckles lowly, leaning down and gently kissing you.
Calum: You catch sight of your friends at the bar and wave weakly before making your way through the sweaty, dancing bodies to join them. “2013 is ending!” your tipsy friend shouts out, raising her glass. “Can’t end soon enough,” you mutter. To your friends’ questioning looks you respond, “He’s been cheating on me for three months.” Their shocked apologies and gentle hugs do nothing to console you. “Whatever,” you say, shrugging them off. “Can we get a round of shots?” your friend asks, eyeing you with concern. “And keep ‘em coming,” another friend adds. Without thinking you knock back the first shot, a second following easily and a third not far behind. All you know is you want to get drunk enough to forget your now ex boyfriend. “You should slow down there,” you hear a voice say. Turning toward the sound, you see a guy next to you, already slightly tipsy and very attractive. “Or at least share,” he suggests, taking your next shot glass out of your hand and drinking it himself. “Fine,” you say, grabbing two more shot glasses and sliding one over to him. You drink them back, your throats burning and your heads spinning. “Wanna step outside?” he invites, “Fresh air is good for ya.” “Yeah,” you agree, not seeing any reason not to, “Let’s go.” Ignoring your friends’ suggestions to stay, you allow the stranger to lead you through the door into the cool night air. “I’m Calum, by the way,” he says once outside. “Y/n,” you tell him. “So, Y/n, what’s a pretty girl like you doing getting stupid drunk on New Year’s Eve?” he asks you, leaning against the wall and preparing for a story. “My boyfriend dumped me today,” you admit, “Well, he left me for a girl he’s been seeing on the side for three months.” “Ooh, that’s a tough one,” Calum says sympathetically. “I know,” you laugh bitterly, “How about you? You aren’t so bad looking, or maybe that’s my blurred vision, but why are you out alone?” “Not too different from you,” he informs you, “I caught my girlfriend with another guy just a few hours ago. She thought I’d be working later, I guess. It was in my own apartment, too.” “I guess you win then,” you laugh humorlessly, clapping for his victory. “Thanks,” he sighs. Above the music coming from inside you hear the shouts of a countdown, followed by a chorus of ‘Happy New Years’. “Happy New Year,” you shout drunkenly, before falling against Calum and attaching your lips to his, both of you too drunk and upset to care where this leads.
Michael: “What’s your New Year’s resolution?” you ask your friend, Michael, turning to him with interest. “Hmm,” he hums thoughtfully, “I guess to not let opportunities pass by - to, I dunno, go after what I want, ya know?” “Not bad,” you compliment with a nod of approval. “What about you?” he asks curiously. “To take more chances and, like, be more adventurous,” you respond with a shy smile. “Be more adventurous?” Michael repeats with an amused smirk and dancing eyes. You nod slowly and Michael laughs. “Come on then,” he says, getting to his feet and extending a hand to you. “Where are we going?” you ask as you hesitantly accept his hand. “I dunno,” he responds, “We’re being adventurous.” He pulls you toward the door and you turn back, unsure. “Shouldn’t we tell Y/F/N we’re leaving her party?” you ask. “We’re being adventurous! Come on!” Michael pulls you out the door and you give in, following him to his truck and thanking him when he opens the passenger door for you. “So where are we going?” you ask finally. “It’s a surprise,” Michael responds with a smirk. In twenty minutes you find yourself parked on a hill, looking out over the city. “Where are we?” you ask, not recognizing your surroundings. “The fireworks are amazing from up here,” Michael responds, hopping out of the truck and hurrying around to open your door. You step out and Michael helps you into the bed of the truck before climbing in himself. “Just in time,” Michael says, glancing at his watch, “It’s 11:59.” ”This is adventurous,” you agree as you wait for the fireworks, “Thanks.” “So I helped you start out your resolution,” Michael states, “Now I need your help with mine.” He glances at you nervously and you nod, not sure what he means. “I want to not let opportunities pass me, ya know,” he explains weakly. You wait for him to continue, but in the silence comes the boom of fireworks. You don’t look to the fireworks, though. You’re looking at Michael, and Michael is looking at you. You notice him leaning in and suddenly understand what he means. Reminding yourself that your resolution is to take chances, you close the gap, pressing your lips to Michael’s.
