Boy Toy <<slow updates>>

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I emerged from my peaceful sleep mid-afternoon. The sun no longer blinded me, I couldn't see it from my windows now, and I didn't feel as tired.

I grabbed my phone from the bed side table and turned it on, seeing multiple notifications from Calum and Luke. I rolled on to my back, holding my phone inches above my face as I unlocked it and went on to my messages.

The texts from Luke were about recording, I was due in the studio, and the ones from Calum asking if I had an album of his and then him saying not to worry, he found it.

I locked the apple device before rolling out of bed, my feet hitting the wooden floor below. I stand up and hobble to the bathroom, quickly showering and getting changed before making my way outside and in to my car.

I turned the radio up, even though I didn't know the song, and instantly found the beat, tapping against the steering wheel as I made my way to the studio.

Ten minutes later, I was parked outside the modern building. I hopped out and made my way inside, turning where I needed to turn and knocking quickly on a brown door before walking in, having three sets of eyes land on me.

Luke smiled at me from behind his acoustic as he leant forward, writing a few things down. Some other writers sat across from him.

One stood up and shook my hand, suggesting we start right away. I nodded and followed him to where the drum kit was kept.

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Two hours later and I was leaving the secluded room sweaty and red in the face. I waved a goodbye to Luke; he seemed too busy to talk, before leaving. I got in to my car and was about to start up the engine when a call came through.

It was Megan.

I answered it, confused as to why she would be calling me.

Her voice was laced with sobs as she chocked out her question.

"Can you come over?" she sobbed out.

"What happened? What's wrong?" I questioned, now concerned. I've never seen her cry before. Well, technically I still haven't, I've heard her cry. She sighed heavily.

"Actually, don't worry. I shouldn't have bothered, this is stupid."

"I’ll be there in ten."

"No, really, Ashton. You don't need to." I could hear the compressed sob that she choked back at the end.

"I’ll be there soon." I stated. I almost ended it with an 'I love you' at the end but stopped myself from doing so. I felt so protective over her. Why would she be crying? What was wrong? The lack of answers caused anxiety to bubble in my chest as I drove (a little too quickly) to Megan's.

The moment I arrived, I jogged up to her front door and knocked a few times. I heard muffled footsteps before Megan's small frame was thrown against my big one as a sob shook her body. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and held her close; my heart ached at the sight.

Black makeup ran down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy. Her bottom lip quivered and her body shivered. She wore my shirt, some pajama pants and kept her hair tied back in a messy bun.

I used my finger to lift her chin up to face me, giving her a sad smile before nodding towards the couch in her living room. She nodded, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards it. I smiled at how our hands looked intertwined as I traced my thumb along the top of my hand in an attempt to comfort her.

I sat down on the old dirty looking couch as Megan crawled in to a ball next to me. I wrapped an arm around her and her head fell in to my chest.

"Sorry," she mumbled after a few minutes of silence. "The break up hit me harder than I thought." I didn't say anything.

"I thought he loved me." She said, talking more to herself than to me.

"Yeah?" I asked, acting interested even though I really wasn't. Of course I wanted her to be happy, and I was going to support her through whatever choice she made, but it sure did hurt to hear how she loved someone else. She nodded solemnly.

"This is the first time you've come over without any plans on getting laid in what? Two years?" she chuckled, not bothering to fake a laugh.

"Yeah." I scoffed with a smile.

Wrong, I thought to myself. I've never planned on doing anything when I came over, you always wanted it. That’s what I wanted to say. But I kept my mouth closed.

"Ugh, I didn't deserve him, did I?" she questioned.

"No, he didn't deserve you." I told her in complete seriousness. It was true, he didn't deserve her. "Trust me."

She nodded against my chest, squeezing me tightly in an awkward hug.

"Thank you." She told me. "Mind if I sleep?" she said before yawning. I smiled, watching as she nodded off to sleep wrapped in my arms.

I could get used to this.