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Consequences- Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Evie

Pain, that’s all I could feel, remember. Had there been a point in my life where I hadn’t been in pain? Noise swirled around me, muffled and distant but confusing all the same. It reminded me of the loud banging music of the club being muffled by the people piled into the small space. My fingers curled, gripping the soft fabric around me, I had no idea where I was or what really had happened me. My mind was drawn back to a slight reality by a familiar feeling that dawned upon skin. As per instinct I relaxed into the hand that curved my cheek. I didn’t know where I was, what I was doing there or why this hand felt so safe, comforting. I don’t think I cared. I didn’t need to when these hands had me.

I know, I know that the movies make winding up in a hospital seem poetic. The girls have flawless makeup, the guys are by their side as the girl blinks her eyes open and all seems alright. Not this time, not ever in reality. I can promise you it’s not like that at all. When my eyes snapped open, my hands found my stomach as I leaned over the side of the bed and the entire contents of my stomach was hurled on brand new loafers. My what was once curled hair, is now flattened on one side and a nest of matted curls on the other, stuck to my wet cheeks and spit slid from my parted lips. The stench of blood tinged the air from fresh wounds, stitches I had ripped as I jerked my body and I felt like actual trash.

And on top it all off, I couldn’t breath without something aching.

“You… leave. Pump… okay?” I didn’t understand what the strong voice was saying, nor did I understand the deep mutters from a distant voice. I didn't know that they were going to do to me or what was happening but I did understand that I wasn’t alright so I let the tiredness and exhaustion that I felt in my bones lull me to a deep sleep. Probably more so an unconscious state.

What I gathered as memories and flashbacks were all that accompanied me in this state. Blasts of what happened last night flashing before my eyes. Flashing lights and dancing. The brightness and vividness of the dream showing that i was happy at this point in time. Until it all changed from bright to utter darkness. The fuzzy feeling coming back to me and the feeling of being dragged through a building and thrown down some stairs hits me like a truck and that devilish grin of his burning into my memory.

I was a little bit ‘prettier’ the next my eyes opened. And by that I mean I didn’t throw up. I did however still smell like throw up and would ‘til I could brush my teeth. My fuzzy mind couldn’t connect any dots, the hospital walls and beeping machines seemingly needed but whatever they had me on was no joke and I was happy not knowing.

"Evie?” My name was like a shock to my system, breaking through the fog and forcing me into reality.

"Mmm," l muttered,trying to shift but the sheets were too tight around me, this just made me want to break free.

“Baby, it's okay. Don't try to move.”

Some piece of me recognized the lilting voice, the soothing calm that it brought with it but the part of me that remembered a man holding me too tight, pulling me without permission, struggled to connect the kind voice with the kind man that I knew it belonged to.

Hands touched my shoulders as my eyes blinked open and I struggled to sit up. Bright blue eyes were all I could see but the face didn't match the voice I had expected. Instead of the blonde hair, broad shoulders and kind smile that i knew the voice belonged to, but all I could see was dark hair and angry scowl. It was like a living nightmare.

“Let go of me!” I exclaimed, wrestling to get away from the hands. A cord pulled out of my arm, a machine beginning to beep frantically as I pushed at the strong arms. If I closed my eyes for half a minute, took a deep breath, anything but fight the hold I might have seen through my nightmares fog to see the man that I had slowly started to fall for.

But I was panicked, I was traumatized, I was scared and some piece of me recognized that I would never be the same and that horrified me to my core.

“Let go of me, let go of me, let go of me,” I continued to chant as the hands attempted to keep me from falling out of the bed. I was piecing things together, slow memories trickling in. I didn't want to remember but I didn't really have a choice. As more consciousness swept in, so did more fear.

“Evie, it's me, shh, listen to my voice.” Like a lightning bolt through my spine, hands gripped mine, his fingers interlaced into mine and my whole body screamed Luke. I knew it was him form the blister on the inside of his middle finger on his right hand, he got it from playing guitar; actually from holding the pick between his index and middle finger. He has always had it, sometimes more prominent after he had played his guitar but i knew it was there. I knew it was him.

My eyes unscrewed, peeking out to see beautiful blue eyes and the face to match. Tears welled in my eyes, safety coursing through me as the lights buzzing behind him reminded me that he had found me. That I am okay. The tears that welled in my eyes begin falling involuntarily down my cheeks.

“Hey there beautiful, you are okay.” His smile was pained but genuine as gently wiped the pad of his thumb across my cheek, cleaning away the tears. He then looked to the door. “You kind of busted the nurses button, let me go find a doctor okay?” I jolted, squeezing his hands but he shushed me with a soft kiss to the forehead and a promise that I was alright then he pulled away and I was too tired to argue.

I slowly relaxed onto the bed as he walked out the door, my mind still trying to process. All I know was that I was drugged. I know that much. I was drugged and I have never felt so unsafe in my skin ever in my entire life.

My head lolled, eyes landing on multiple arrays of flowers but focusing on a little white bear with teal pads on it's feet and ears, holding a card. Stretching for it, I felt a twinge of pain as my hand grabbed it and pulled it onto the bed with me. Grunting in discomfort, I swallowed harshly in my sore throat and opened the card. Tears sprung to my eyes as I read it through.

My Evie,

I could write a million words and none of them could tell you how much I truly care for you. Seeing you in this bed, hurt and bruised…. I have so many regrets from that night but none as big as not asking you to be mine. So Evie….

The door cracked open, Luke sliding through as talking a mile a minute.

“Apparently the hospital is dealing with like a 14 car pile up so a nurse is on her way from downstairs and a doc will be with you as - you weren't supposed to see that.” He blushed. Hand reaching out like he was going to steal the bear but thought better of it. “Um.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” I quoted, hand tight around the card as I tried not to panic. No, not like. Not right now. I can’t not now.

“I really like you Evie. I didn't expect this. Not from a photoshoot but I can't imagine it any other way. But whenever I try to ask you, I get all tongue tied and can't get the words out.”

“Luke, are you serious?”

He crouched down beside the hospital bed hand grasping mine as his eyes looked so honest and pure. “I am. Evie, love, will you be my girlfriend? Please.”

There was pregnant pause. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, I didn't know which way was up. But I did know one thing as I pulled my hand away from his. I wasn't ready to be anyone's girlfriend after this.

“I like you, so much but Luke I'm so scared right now and I can't be a good girlfriend to you or to anyone and I -” I like him so much. But I can’t. If this experience has taught me anything it's that you can't trust anyone. I did trust Luke, but now, now I’m not so sure of myself. I can't be good for him, always second guessing myself, what would that do to him? How would it change him? I can't do this to him, not right now. Not while I’m still so unsure of myself, of everything.

“Evie, Evie-Rose, calm down. Sh. I understand, I should have waited. I am so sorry.” Though the hurt in his eyes was prominent, he reached around me and pulled me into a slow hug. I didn't get to say anything else as a nurse bust in, obviously in a rush but deliriously nice.

She shoved Luke from the room, and I saw him wipe a tear as the door swung shut.

A/N: Hi all of you lovelies! So as of today, we ( @mukeafcakeaf and I) will be updating this story more often and on a schedule! We are going to be updating every 2nd Friday, so every two weeks around this time we will be updating! Yay! We hope you are all loving this story because we are really enjoying writing this, but there is so much more to come!

Kisses

~Emma

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Day six: snow festives

Calum:

“Daddy! Mommy!” you son, screamed running through your bed room door. You sat up quickly, your hair a mess, “What’s wrong baby? Are you okay? CALUM!” you yelled, since he wasn’t up worrying about your child. He made a noise similar to a whale. Your son crawled onto your bed, “it’s snowed last night!” he exclaimed. A weight was lifted off your shoulders as he said that, “don’t scare mommy like that, okay?” “Okay,” he mumbled, “can we go build a snowman?” he asked, sticking out his bottom lip. He looked so much like Calum when he did that, “yeah buddy, let mommy and daddy get dressed first, okay?” you asked, rubbing his back and giving him a kiss on the head.He nodded his head and ran out of the room. “Get up,” you said, throwing your pillow at Calum. “I’m up,” he mumbled, into the pillow. 

Now the three of you were outside working on your snowman. You helped Calum make the body as your son looked for a hat in his room. After awhile it was finished, “something is missing,” you said. “he’s got no face momma,” your son said. “You’re right bud!” Calum said, “we can fix that.” Seconds later Calum ran to the garage and pulled the bag of coal out.  “Here buddy, you can put his eyes on,” he said, grabbing two things of coal and handing them to your son. Calum lifted him up and he placed the coals on the snowman’s face. Calum let your son put his buttons on and you stuck the carrot on. You took off your scarf and put it around his neck, and Calum put the hat on him. “Mommy, can we go inside now, it’s cold.”

Ashton:

“Hey babe, it’s snowing!” Ashton yelled. “Okay?” you asked. “Let’s see if she’ll like it!” he suggested. You bounced your 6 month old baby in your arms, “you wanna go outside in the snow? Yeah?” you asked, in that annoying baby voice. You put her in warm clothes and took her outside. Ashton stood a few feet away from you with a video camera. You placed her on the ground hoping she would like it, but she just sat there with a grumpy look on her face. When she had enough she started to cry and reach for Ashton. “I guess she doesn’t like the snow,” you giggled. “Or you for putting her in it,” he laughed. “Hey! It was your idea!” “Tell that to princess here,” he laughed, as she snuggled further into her father.

Luke: 

 You had been waiting for the snow to stick since the weatherman said there was even a fraction of a chance at snow. You leapt out of bed and ran to the window and saw that there was a blanket of snow. You jumped on the bed and dragged Luke out of bed. "Come on let's go make angels!" you excitedly yelled. Luke laughed and followed you. You both changed out of your pajamas and put on bundles of clothes. As soon as your boots hit the snow you crouched down and lied on the snow. Spreading your legs and pushing them in, and did the same with your arms. Feeling chilled you decided your angel was good enough. You stood up, patting off the snow off your clothes. Luke just stood watching you with a big smile. "Your turn." you said walking over to him. "I think I'm good." he said. "You scared you're gonna freeze." you taunt with a smirk. "I can do it! I'm fine!" he says laying himself down on the snow floor. You show Luke the motions and he follows your instructions. He rushes up when he’s finished and wipes away snow. “Brrrrr.” he shivers. “You cold?” You ask with a grin. Luke just nods and goes to hug you. You wrap your arms around his torso.

Michael: 

 As soon as you saw the snow start to fall and stick you ran outside and started playing in the snow. Michael came out bundled, carrying your coat. “Come on and put your coat. You’re gonna freeze.” he says offering it to you. You push it away and throw up handfuls of snow. Your face bright and happy. Michael just stood by the house being a party pooper. An idea struck and you grabbed a handful of snow and fling it at Michael. He glares at you and you return with a grin. You throw another snowball at him, he drops your coat and grabs a ball of snow and throws it back at you. You run away and hide behind a tree and get a snowball ready. You throw it and it hits him in the face. You go back and forth in a full snowball war. You run from him and run to the door, shutting and locking it behind you. You laugh at Michael who shivers from outside. You stick your tongue out at him. He returns it and starts walking away. When you don’t see him anymore you unlock the door and creep out to get your coat. Michael comes from around the corner and shoves snow all down your sweater, freezing you to the core. As you shiver he grins and laughs. “You started it.” he says. “True but I will be the one to end it.” You challenge him. 

[onesecondofpreferences]

Day five: Christmas songs

Calum: 

Frosty the snow man by Jackson 5

“You know, he likes it when you sing to him,” you suggested, putting your hands on your stomach. “What should I sing to him?” Calum asked, kissing your stomach. “Anything, he won’t stop kicking,” you complained. “Well, okay, ummm, Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul  With a corncob pipe and a button nose And two eyes made out of coal,” he sang. Soon the kicking stopped and so did Calum. “I think you put him to sleep,” you giggled,”what made you think of that song?” “It was my favorite as a kid, thought he might like it,” he said, giving your stomach one last kiss before getting under the covers with you.

Ashton:

Christmas Love by Justin Bieber

You were standing next to Ashton going through Christmas ads as he made dinner. “Hey babe, what do you want for Christmas?” you asked. “Why?” he asked, draining the pasta. “Santa was wondering,” you said, flipping a page. “Tell Santa I’m cool this year My present is standing right here,” he said, putting the pot in the sink, and coming beside you and placing a kiss on your temple. 

Luke: 

 All I Want For Christmas by Mariah Carey 

 You were by yourself, cleaning your shared apartment while Luke was out. In the holiday spirit you put on Christmas music and began the cleaning. You were sweeping the kitchen when probably the most popular Christmas song since it came out. “I don’t want a lot for Christmas.” you began to belt as you put the dustpan down to get the dirt. You were pumping yourself up for the big piano. As soon as the piano began the broom became you mic stand. You then proceeded to run throughout the apartment singing your heart out. As you danced and sang, you heard laughter. You dropped the broom and turn to see Luke recording you. "Please don't put that anywhere!" you ran to tackle him and take his phone from him to delete the embarrassing video. "But you're so cute." he said grinning holding his phone right out of reach. "I will delete it. If, you give me a kiss." You lean up and kiss Luke. He pulls away and deletes the video. 

Michael:

 Baby It's Cold Outside by Daren Criss and Chris Colfer

 You and Michael sat inside watching the heavy snow flurries from the window. You checked your phone and it was almost curfew. "Hey, I gotta go. My parents are gonna kill me if I'm even a minute late." you say standing up. You start to put your shoes on. "But it's really cold and you should just stay until it passes." he says standing with you. "I can't though." you say putting your coat on. "If you do not stay you will freeze to death and die! Then who is gonna be my cuddle buddy." He says pulling you close in for a kiss. You lean up and let Michael kiss you. "I guess I could call my mom and explain to her that it might be reckless if I tried to drive in this weather." and with that you dialed her number and she let you spend the night at Michael's in his warm embrace watching snowflakes by the fireplace.

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Day four: Christmas Pictures

Michael:

Luke:

Calum:

Ashton:

wow, that was even worse

[pitstoppassion]

I feel like calum would be the type of boyfriend that when you first move in together would want a dog. you wouldn't want one right away so you always said no. calum would end up doing his research on different dogs to get and you would always say no (you would already have a dog breed in mind but you didn't think you were ready yet). you wanted to get used to living with cal before you got a pet. after you said no to a dog calum would suggest every other pet. 'y/n can we get a cat?' 'no calum.' 'what about a rabbit or a guinea pig?' 'no calum.' one day he would take you shopping and you would end up in the pet store. he would drag you around looking at all the different pets with you still saying no. until he walked over to the betta fish. 'can we please get one of these? look how pretty it is and I hear they are easy to take care of.' 'a fish doesn't seem too hard. I guess we could get one.' he would be super excited and pick out a tank and gravel and some plants as you picked the prettiest fish. 'cal, don't forget the water conditioner and food pellets.' 'okay y/n, I don't want our new baby to die.' (A/n I just got a betta fish which is why I wrote this and I am super excited and it's name is fletcher and he's super cute)

[onesecondofpreferences]

heartbreaks?

Yes, I am back from the dead. Okay, so I was at work and I was thinking “Hey, Lexi, you never write anymore. You really need to.” so here I am. writing. 

You were sitting on the couch when the front door swung open and your 16 year old daughter came running through it in hysterics. She ran straight to her room and slammed the door. You had no idea what was going on, but you decided to do the motherly thing and check on her.

You softly knocked on the door with your middle finger knuckle, “Hey, (Your/Daughter’s/Nickname).” 

“Go away mom,” she yelled into her pillow.

You opened the door to see her laying flat on her stomach and crying into her pillow. “What’s wrong baby girl?” you asked, sitting on the edge of her bed and rubbing her back.

“He broke up with me. He broke up with me mom. Almost a year and he broke up with me,” she said, sitting up and crying again.

“Oh honey. It’s going to be okay,” you said, pulling her into your chest and comforting her.

“No it’s not mom. I loved him. He was everything to me,” she cried.

It pained you to see your daughter in this state over a boy. “Believe it or not, I haven’t always loved your father. I’ve had my fair share of heart breaks too,” you whispered.

“How many?” she asked, brushed the tears off her face.

“3.” you responded, pushing hair behind her ear.

“Did they hurt?” she asked, starting to cry again.

“Oh yeah. But with time it got better, and I would put myself out there again and again until I met your father.” you smiled.

“Who was your first heart break?” she asked, laying her head on your lap.

“Michael Clifford.” you said, playing with her hair.

“Will you tell me about him?” 

“Well, it was very cliche how we met...”

Once again your friends didn’t bother to partner with you in Physics leaving you by yourself. It wasn’t a big deal, you were use to being by yourself.

“(Y/N), do you have a partner?” your teacher asked.

“Uh. No.” you responded.

“Raise your hand if you don’t have a partner,” your teacher yelled out, embarrassing you. He scanned the room, “Go partner with Michael.”

“You don’t have to do any of the work. I can do it,” you said, sitting your book on the table.

“No, I’ll help. You don’t have to do all the work.” He responded.

“So how did that become a thing?” you daughter asked.

“Well, we kept choosing each other as partners and eventually he asked me on a date, and I said yes.” you shrugged.

“How long were you guys together?” she asked.

“No more than half a year.” 

“That’s not that long. It couldn’t have hurt that bad,” she sighed.

“Oh honey, it doesn’t matter how long you’re together. You can feel everything in a week or in a year. Love has no time,” you answered.

“How old were you when you two dated?” she asked.

“15.”

“Who was next?”

“Ashton Irwin.”

Okay, this part sucked but I promise this next part won’t. I’m thinking 3 maybe 4 parts all together. It doesn’t make sense now but it will in the last part. Btw, the boys aren’t like famous or know each other so, yah.

[pitstoppassion]

Internet best friend!luke talking to you when you meet through twitter bc he thought you were pretty. this would be when they band was first formed so he wasnt famous yet. you would talk everyday but live on other sides of the world. you both had little crushes on eachother but as you grew to know eachother the crushes would be pushed back and you would know you both are dorks. you would plan to meet eachother after a year of talking and skyping and lukes mom was all for sending him to meet you bc he got so happy talking to you. your parents were fine with him coming to stay with you but you didn't know when the right time was. luke had been talking to your mom for a couple months and planning his visit without telling you. he wanted it to be a surprise. so when your mom asked you to go with her to pick something up and you showed up at the airport you were confused. you were confused as to why you were there until you saw luke standing on the curb with his bags in hand and headphones on. your mom pulled over and you leaped out of the car crying and as soon as you hugged luke was crying too. your mom was so happy but you two were even happier. meeting your internet best friend was the best thing and I honestly need a Luke too.

[pitstoppassion]

okay but imagine boyfriend!calum having a little break and you living in an apartment together so he comes home to it because he wants to just rest during his break. so you go out one day when he’s home because you need food in the house so you left calum all alone and he gets a brilliant idea. hey y/n isnt home im going to go get a dog. you thought calum was at home sleeping because that is what he’s been doing the past couple days so when you come home you were surprised. you see this grown man sleeping on the couch hugging this little puppy that is also asleep and they both have the biggest smiles so you couldnt get mad and I just want a calum bye