Y/M/N= Your Mom's Name
Ashton:
"No, Mrs. Y/L/N, I have no idea where she is. No, she didn't say anything about this to me." Ashton utters worriedly into the receiver of the phone as he runs around his apartment.
"I don't know where she is! Her brothers haven't seen her since she left for school this morning and then she didn't show at the school." She says in hysterics. Ashton hurries around his apartment, grabbing random items of clothing and stuff he may need in order to get on a plane and come find you.
"Listen, Y/M/N, I'm gonna come there and I'll help you find her." He says to her, calming her nerves only slightly. "I'll call you when I get to the airport. Don't do anything too crazy until I get there." Ashton hangs up with your mom and grabs his wallet off the coffee table before running to the door. He throws the door open, jumping when he sees you standing in the doorway.
You stare up at him, a blank look on your sleep deprived and sad face. You're wearing comfy clothes and your hair is thrown into an extremely messy bun. The only thing you have with you is a purse and your phone. You couldn't take the bullying in school, the heckling from your brothers at home, and the constant state of being alone with Ashton on the other side of the world.
"Y/N!" He exclaims, dropping the backpack that was in his hands and grabbing you in a firm hug. You burst out into tears in his arms and wrap your arms around his torso. "Shhh, it's okay, it's okay." He utters, pulling you inside his apartment and closing the door behind you. "Come here, sit down." He says, leading you over to his couch. He sits you down and pulls his phone from his pocket and sends a quick text before turning his attention back to you.
"I just couldn't take it anymore." You cry, leaning over and resting your body against his. He wraps his arms around you, stroking the back of your head and rubbing your back. "I had to get out of there, I had to get away from it all."
"Sweetie, shhh, everything's okay." He assures you as you sit on top of his lap, your legs straddling his. Ashton scoots to the edge of the couch before standing. You wrap your legs around his waist and rest your heavy head against his shoulder as he carries you towards his bedroom. "I'm just glad you're safe." He sets you down on his bed and crawls in beside you. "Don't ever do that again, you're mum has been in hysterics ever since you didn't come home."
"I'm sorry." You cry out, covering your eyes with your hands.
"Baby, it's okay. Just tell me what happened."
Calum:
"That was a killer show tonight." Luke said, jumping excitedly around the street sidewalk. Calum laughs and shoves him over to the point where he almost falls flat on his ass. "What was that for?" He retorts, shoving Calum back with a laugh.
"For getting slightly tipsy after the show, that's what." Calum says with great laughter. The boys made their way closer and closer to the hotel they were staying in. Somehow no fans knew where they were staying so walking was a good option tonight.
"Dude, is that-" Calum's eyes drift in the direction where Michael's pointing, his eyes going wide. You sit up when you see the boys approaching near. Your hand is digging into your pocket as you pull your hood off with the other.
"Babe!" Calum exclaims running the rest of the way towards you. He wraps you in a large hug, kissing your head in the excitement of seeing you. The two of you had been separated for what seemed like ages, but really it was like three months. "What are you doing here?" He asks, pulling slightly from you. Your hands remain on his body as his stay on your cheeks.
