TourWithoutYou

Chapter Thirty-Seven

I place my hand on Louis shoulder, laughing at his joke. He is so funny. Niall winks at me before I hear my name.

"Kat," Luke's voice booms into my ear and I turn around to him, "It's dinner time. Mum made tuna bake. Wash up."

"Okay," I nod and walk over to the kitchen sink at the party where Calum is washing his hands, too.

"I'm so hungry, I can't wait for your mums tuna bake," he smiles adoringly at me and I pinch his cheek.

"Wait, where's Ashton?" I look around the kitchen, faceless bodies mulling around, but no Ashton.

I stand in front of Mikey as he plays his video game, "Where is Ash, Mikey. He's going to be late for dinner. My mum made tuna bake."

"That's his favorite," Mikey says, clicking on his controller, defeating some monster.

"I know, and he's going to miss it. Where is he?"

"I thought he was with you."

I knock on the door to Ashton's house and Ann Marie opens the door, her sweet smile greeting me, "Hi, honey."

"My mum made tuna bake, Ashton needs to wash up."

"He's in his room, Sweetie," she sweeps her hand wide to allow me entrance.

I walk through the house to Ashton's room, coming up to his door down a dark dank hallway. I knock but there is no answer.

"Ashton? My mum made tuna bake," I grab the handle, twisting the knob and pushing the door open.

In front of me is Ashton's bed and he lays on top of some girl I don't know. His lips cover hers as he rocks his body into hers. Her head follows him as he begins to pull away, so he pushes back, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue between her lips. My stomach drops and my heart turns to ash, bile rising in my throat. I turn around to run away but my legs are lead, not letting me move fast enough and I scream out as I fall to the ground.

——

I jerk upright, confused by my surrounds, as my eyes adjust to the darkness. The hotel room comes into focus and I feel Ashton's body heat next to mine. I look down at him, sound asleep, his mouth parted open to accommodate his deep peaceful breathing.

I lay down facing him, staring at him in the darkness as my eyes overflow with tears, my brain continually assaulted with the image from my dream, the perfect Mr. Brightside nightmare. I finally can't stand it, and I lightly trace my fingers over his lips. I need him to comfort me, and the only way I'll feel better is by replacing the image with a real one.

I kiss his lips, startling him awake, and a pleased smile spreads on his face. His arms wrap around me and I grab his face, kissing him harder. He pulls my hips to him and then runs his hot big hand up my bare back, a delightful shiver running up my spine.

He breaks away, rubbing my shoulder, "Not that I don't love waking up to this, but are you okay?"

"No," I answer honestly, "But I don't want to talk about it. Make love to me."

I slam my lips to his and he obeys, immediately rolling on top of me, and quickly fitting between my legs.

"Want me to get a condom?" he asks, his breath already quick.

"Only with me?" I ask shakily, needing the reassurance.

"Only ever with you," he grabs my face and kisses it all over as he wipes my tears with his thumbs.

"Only you," I say back and he kisses my lips, grabbing my hip as he enters into me, already helping me forget my nightmare.

                                    --------------------------------------------