Miss Alan| Day Saver

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Calum's POV:
I'm a mess. But I can't be for Chris' sake. That fucking therapist sent me over he edge tonight though. I broke down.

"Cal? You need to speak up about your past one way or another. You have Ashton to help" she states. I look at her dead in the eye. If looks could kill she'd be dead. I take a deep breath and rub my eyes. My elbows rest on my knees and my hands on my face. I sniffle then sit up straight.

"I-I-I can't!" I stand up in floods of tears, I hold myself up with the wall. I try wiping my tears but they're crawling down my face so fast, they're like waterfalls. Ashton stand up quickly and he gestures for the therapist to stay seated. He runs over to me and I slide down the wall. As I hit the floor, Ash pulls me into a hug.

Every time she tries to make me talk about my past. But this time I just broke down...

I stare into my abyss of thoughts, I don't know what or who I am...

Ashton's POV:

I walk into the kitchen and see Cal. His eyes are focused, not blinking. His mouth slightly open. He's numb. This happens quite a lot after therapy sessions, I feel bad for him.

I am happy thought that he is in a relationship. He won't tell me who but it's great that he's getting back with someone after his ex Harry. But I'm sure he'll tell you about Harry. Anyways, I walk up to him and give him a hug. He snaps out of his trance and wraps his arms around me. His head slots into the crook of my neck. He sobs...

"Who am I Ash?" He says between sobs. How do I answer? He's an amazing person, brother? "You Calum Sloan are one of the best friends and brother anyone can ever have. You are strong, you are determined, you are a loving guy. And I'm sure whoever you're dating is lucky!" I use my thumb to wipe his tears. He just looks at me. "It's Tom..." I look at him confused, Tom? What does he mean?

Chris' POV:

I slowly open my eyes and realise that I'm in bed. My blanket is over me and it's very dark obviously but I think it's night time. I check my phone 11:38pm. I roll my eyes. Then I quietly roll over to see Rebecca laid next to me, a sweet smile appears on my face.

Her arm is delicately wrapped around my waist and her shirt is untucked from her jeans. She didn't change? Rebecca also never has her shirt untucked so that's weird but anyways. I watch her face, her lip twitches a few times. I smile. I watch as she scrunches up her nose. I giggle slightly.

But I roll onto my back and sigh. I stare at my ceiling. Calum and Ashton would be back from therapy a few hours ago, I've never seen them after they've been to therapy but I still hear the tv playing in the living room...

I carefully untuck Rebecca's arm from around my waist and I sit up on the bed. I quickly grab a hair tie and bundle my hair into a small ponytail then quickly tie it up. Because I don't give a fuck and I can't be bothered...

I walk towards my door and step out of the darkness because my room is literally dark. If you get me? Yeah? Yeah you get me. Anyways.

I walk into the living room to see my brother. I take a quick look at him and I see his tear stained cheeks. His red puffy eyes and his messy ruffled hair. "Cal?" I whisper sadly. His head slowly turns to me and I see his glossy eyes. "Are you even watching that?" I ask pointing to the tv. He sighs shaking his head...

His hands aggressively rub over his face and rubs his eyes. His hands drop dramatically to his lap. He sighs sadly. It hurts to see him sad. But he feels like he's incapable of sadness because he needs to be 'happy' for my sake. But for crying out loud Calum being 'happy' for my sake is bad for you. You're hiding your feelings. He needs to let them the fuck out...

"Cal?" I say quietly sitting next to him. He's a great brother, always has been...

He lifts his head that was dropped as he was ashamed to look at me. I can tell he's broken. I am. But it's the look. I know that look...

I also give that look. It's the look of 'I've done something terrible, I'm sorry. I regret what I did but not really' Seeing that look breaks me.

My hand reaches up to touch his cheek but he flinches. He is still broken. He's haunted by the memories...

A tear slips my eyes. "Cal?" I repeat again. He doesn't say anything. He's silent...

I slowly reach again and place my hand on his cheek. My thumb grazes his cheekbone and he leans slowly into my hand. "Cal what's going on? I know that look?" I whisper sadly.

I know it Cal...

I know you've done something...