I started to make myself a little breakfast before chores but I had no time to kill really. I ate it as quickly as I could then ran around the house looking for the vacuum. This isn't helpful at all.
I finally ran into the huge laundry room and found the vacuum cleaner. I started there on the top floor and vacuumed around singing "That Feeling" by We The Kings. It sucks I don't have my phone but when I go by my room I'll pick up my iPod.
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I finally finished vacuuming the house two and half hours later. I put the vacuum back and collected all the laundry, separating it and placing the first load in, then going down to do the dishes. I'm literally running around the house doing these chores.
While the dish washer is running and the laundry loads are going, I dust every surface in this house. Starting from the tip top to the basement, changing the loads of laundry every once in a while.
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Finally, it's five and all I have left is to unload the dishwasher and make dinner. It would really help if I had recipes to make. I shuffle around the cabinets until I find a binder full of random recipes. Now, the challenge is to make sure I have everything.
I look around to try and make meatloaf. Thankfully, I have all the ingredients. I cook the fastest I can so it'll be ready right when she comes home. I unloaded the dishwasher while the meatloaf was in the oven.
As I cut it up, put it on a plate for us, and place it on the table, it's six-thirty.
Seven soon rolls around and I've already ate without my aunt. I sit at the table waiting for her to come home.
When it turns eight I leave her a note saying her dinners in the fridge and I do my dishes then I head upstairs. I close my door and head into my bathroom, stripping out of my clothes and taking a nice hot shower. Thank god she loaded me up on all the shower products I'll need and I brought my own girly products.
The shower relaxes my muscles and calms me. Sadly, I had to get out and ruin my relaxation.
I got dressed into shorts and a shirt, then braided my hair before getting ready for bed. I finally climbed into bed and held Cuddles close to me. Calum's smell was still strong as it wafted into my nose.
I fell asleep to my thoughts being clouded by a band that changed my life drastically.
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It was the same thing over again. The sweat, the tears, the screaming. The nightmare. I was sat up in bed, having history repeat itself. I got out of bed and went into my bathroom.
My reflection was horrifying.
My face was pale, my eyes were sunken in, my lips lost all of their life and were drained of moister, and my body was shaking. I turned on the tap and splashed my face with cold water, hoping to rejuvenate it. After I patted it dry, I headed back to bed but left Cuddles far away from me. I don't need to be reminded of what I don't have anymore. No more comforts. No more escapes.
To my horror the only thing I could think about were the boys and how they're doing with their shows. How many more screaming fans have come to see them? Are they as lost as I am? Of course not, they have each other at least.
Ashton's POV
"I don't understand!" I screamed out of frustration. All the boys and I have texted Lauren but she hasn't responded, or even read them! Her Instagram and Twitter are barren and I can't help but think the worst.
"Mate, she's probably just hanging out with her aunt. Granted, they've never met. They have a lot to catch up on," Michael tried to calm my raging thoughts at two in the morning. I know she likes to go on her phone though at night. It's not like she's with her aunt 24/7.
"I just... ugh! Does this not worry you!?" I asked him, my voice loud enough to have Calum and Luke stumbling out of the bedroom, probably still drunk from partying.
"Yes, it does, but you need to calm just a litte. She'll be alright Ashton," Michael sighed as he rubbed his eyes.
"What is he ranting on about now?" Luke asked as he laid down across the couch, his legs landing in Michael's lap.
"Lauren! She hasn't replied to any of us!" I became frantic again.
"I am pretty worried about that. She wouldn't just abandon us, would she?" Calum agreed.
"I don't know but can we just sleep, my heads killing me!" Luke groaned. We all nodded and headed off into the bedroom. I can't get the little girl that became a huge part of my life out of my head as I drift off.
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Who Knew? // 5SOS [ #Wattys 2015 ]
أدب الهواةNo one knows everything about anything. Somebody may think that, but let's face it, people have secrets. Lauren, a thirteen year old innocent child, definitely did not know anything about what was going to come after she was born. Her mom dying, her...