5sos Fanboy Preferences (boyxboy)

7 / He's Insecure // Ashton /

You stood backstage during the last song on the set. The crowd was going absolutely crazy and Ashton was drumming his heart out the entire time. It was an all around amazing concert, until Ashton stepped off the stage and everything started crumbling down.

He still didn't know you were there for the entire concert. He thought you were still at home and you weren't really supposed to come on tour with them until a week later.

He walked off the stage and sat quietly on a couch in the corner with his head in his hands. You walk in from begin the doorway and gently sit next to him.

"Shit. (Y/N) why are you here?" He asks, immediately sitting up and smiling.

"I got more vacation days at work and I could come see you a few days early. I saw you earlier, what's going on, babe?" You ask, gently putting an arm around his shoulder. "You know you can talk to me about anything."

He sighs a shaky breath and rests his forehead on his palms. "I just don't know if I'm cut out to do this anymore." He says almost inaudibly.

"Not cut out to do what?" You ask. "You're amazing at everything you do."

"No I'm not." He snaps. "I'm not that great at all."

You sigh sadly and pull him gently into your side. "Who ever told you that?"

"The fans. Everyone says I'm not the same as I used to be and they don't like the change and they always make jokes that I should cut my hair and even though I know they're joking it still hurts." He says quietly.

"Oh baby." You say, running a hand through his curls. "I love your hair and you're not changing at all, you're becoming an even better person every day. If the fans say those things about you then they're not real fans. Remember what Michael said?"

"Real fans save bands." He recited. "I know. I just take all this to heart and I over think everything-"

"You take it to heart because you're so caring." You assure. You can feel his muscles relax and his slight shivering slows down as the effects of the small panic attack wear off.

He smiles and pecks your cheek before resting his head in the crook of your neck. "I love you." He says quietly with a yawn.

"I love you too." You smile.

[double update mother fuckers]