Direct Message - A.I 5SOS

Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Two

*Ashton's P.O.V*

"Ashton?" her voice sounds in my ear, quiet and shocked.

I pull her closer to me and lift her tiny frame off the floor. She scared me. So so so so much. When she said goodbye to me, I didn't know whether that was just her saying that she was never going to send another message to me or that she was going to end her own life.

That thought got me packing on the next plane here.

Luckily for me she had locations on for her messages so I could easily find her. Otherwise, things would have been different and she wouldn't be here in my arms, sobbing onto my shoulder as I hold her close.

"Baby girl, I'm here now," I whisper against her shoulder, my lips brushing against her soft, pale skin.

I walk us forward, carefully, before closing the door behind us. My arms are tight around her tiny waist while she cries and I can't help but let a few of my own tears run over my cheeks and onto her bare shoulder. I place her down slowly, giving her time to stand on one foot.

Eight weeks. Eight weeks of my life have been spent watching her messages appear on my screen. Eight weeks of my life wishing I could reply without hurting her. Eight weeks of my life wishing that I could hold her as she cries. Eight weeks of my life wishing I could be there to make here laugh.

One message. One message was all it took for me to jump on a plane and fly here. One message was all it took for me to be standing with her in my arms. One message was all it took for me to me able to hold her as she cries.

"Milly, god baby girl. You don't know how much you scared me," I say quietly to the crying girl.

She lifts her head from the crook of my neck to look at me with her beautiful grey-green eyes. Her brown curly hair long enough that it is tickling my arms. Her soft pale skin is marked my dark bags under her eyes.

"You... I...What?" she says, her voice husky from crying.

"You scared me so so much Milly. I was so scared that when I got here I would be too late," I mutter before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"How? How did I scare you?" she questions.

"Your last message to me. I thought that you were going to do something. I thought that when I got here, you wouldn't be standing here looking at me while I hold you," I say.

She doesn't realise it. She doesn't realise how much she scared me. After reading her message about her self harm and then seeing that goodbye message, I really freaked out. I started crying as I packed a suitcase full of clothes, shoving them into it messily.

As I was sitting on the plane I was crying. I was just so worried about her and if I would be too late because I didn't know what she was going to do. I don't think I could live without meeting her. I would feel so guilty because maybe all it took was one message and I was selfish enough to not send it, fearing her safety, when that one message would have kept her safer.

"You read my messages?" she says in a small voice.

"Every single one of them," I whisper back.

As I stare into her beautiful eyes, I hear her whimper before I pull her back in for another hug. I feel her start to cry again, my heart breaking as her tears stain my black shirt.

"No, don't cry baby girl. Don't cry," I whisper soothing words in her ear, trying to calm her down.

"You read my messages?" she stutters, repeating herself.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Why would you?"

"Because, every single day I looked forward to your messages, even if they were sad. They made me smile because to think you trusted me with my thoughts just made my heart melt," I whisper while looking straight into her beautiful eyes.

"If you read them, why did you never reply?" she asks quietly.

I reach up and wipe her tears away with the pads of my fingers, her pale cheeks turning a light shade of pink under my touch. I bend down slowly and place my arms under her knee, careful not to hurt her. I pick her up bridal style before carrying her down the hall towards a room with a light on.

When we walk in, I am met by dark coloured walls and dark carpet. A large double bed is place in the corner of the room, a dark purple comforter lining the bed. Posters of different bands and artists, including me and the boys, are place on the wall along with pictures placed in frames. In another corner is a large desk, papers scattered across the top.

I walk over and place her gently on the bed before sitting next to her. I kick off my black and white Nikes before looking down at her again, only to see her already staring up at me, tears in her eyes.

"You want to know why I didn't answer baby girl?" I ask her and she nods so I continue, "I was worried about you. I knew that this had really affected you. I knew that you were already broken so I didn't want you to get hurt anymore."

I sigh before saying something else that has been on my mind, "I was actually going to reply one time. It was the first time I saw your messages actually. But as I was typing you sent through a message saying that if I replied you would probably stop writing down your feelings and after reading one before saying how much this helped you, I didn't want you to stop. And I knew if I replied you might share it with the world and then you would get hate and I couldn't live with myself if they all started sending hat to you."

I look down at her to see tears in her eyes. She sniffles before siting up and throwing her arms around my neck in a hug. I wrap my arms around her waist and bury my face in the crook of her neck.

"Thank you Ashy," she whispers in my ear.

"Anything for you baby girl," I whisper back.

And it's now that I finally realise this. I made the right choice coming here. Because being in her arms, and holding her in my own is the best feeling ever.

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Thanks for all the comments in the previous chapter guys. I was actually laughing while reading some of them cause you guys were angry at me hahahahaha

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~ TJ xoxoxoxo