Pretty Princess ⇝ Lashton [1] ✓

chapter twenty one*

I forgot who sent me the outfit over twitter sorry, I'll dedicate the next one to you :)

this is so long, enjoy :)

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The next morning I woke up to feel Ashton's soft lips on my neck. He was littering short and small wet kisses along my skin. "Are you okay?" Ashton whispered after realising I was awake.

"Y-Yeah, why?" I lied, I haven't been fine for a while.

"You were crying in your sleep and you left your make up on, the pillows filthy." Ashton chuckled quietly.

"O-Oh," I say, sitting up and looking at my pink pillow, and it did in fact have mascara stains. I turned the pillow over and lay down again. "D-Do you l-like m-me wearing m-make-up?" I asked curiously.

Ashton shrugged, "It's your face, do what you like with it." He paused, "But I think it's cute but unnecessary because you're so beautiful without it." He cheekily grinned before pressing his lips to mine.

"But I-I look u-ugly w-without it." I pouted.

"No you don't, you look so pretty and perfect in your pink and your panties and your makeup." Ashton said seriously, his hand on my cheek rubbing softly and giving me a gentle smile.

I frowned. "A-Ash, I want t-to r-relapse." I mumbled honestly.

Ashton frowned and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead, "It's okay to want to relapse, everyone does but you need to be strong for me, okay?"

I shook my head no though, "I c-couldn't e-even eat y-yesterday because I f-felt fat a-and I gave u-up s-singing when H-Harry and Zayn w-were so g-good and I-I felt s-so f-fucking insecure and s-stupid and I just w-want to c-cut open a v-vein so b-bad." I whimpered, letting a few tears fall.

Ashton only hugged me tighter.

We sat there in silence and just held each other as I quietly cried in to Ashton's chest.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me...
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile
Your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I love them endlessly..."

I smiled as Ashton sang the unknown song to me and in between pauses he kissed my face or neck or shoulder.

"All of these little things
Slip out of my mouth
But if I do
It's you
Oh it's you
They add up to
I'm in love with you
And all these little things..."

His soft singing made my heart flutter and he made me want to cry further but I was grinning in to Ashton's collar bones because it was so beautiful and the song was so perfect.

"You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me
I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weigh,
you still have to squeeze into your jeans
And your perfect to me."

I chuckled at the jeans thing because it was so true and this song could relate to every single person on the earth and it made me smile.

Ashton sang the chorus again before he sang one more verse and it got to me.