Hopeless (ON HOLD)

Chapter 52- Wake Up

Ashton's POV

The rest of the night is a quiet one, invoving lots of cuddles and quick kisses because neither of us have the energy to do anything else except lay in bed together. Our day has been exhausting, the adrenaline was keeping us going, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I loved Sea World, but it was so energetically draining that I was fighting to keep my eyelids open.

"Ashton?" Paisley mumbles against my skin since we'd be going to sleep soon and I had already gotten ready for bed. My white 5SOS tank top that I lent her looks a size or two big on her, which looks absolutely adorable. She even wears it better than I do, which is pretty hard to accomplish, haha. Who am I kidding? She could make the most unattractive thing in the world suddenly beautiful, and I'm no where near as amazing as she is as a person. I don't even look that good in most of my clothes. I still look like that stupid emo nerd from high school sometimes, but being in the band has helped with that.

"Mhmm?" I hum, mainly because I'm almost too tired to even form the words to speak.

"I love you," she says, and I can feel her cheeks form a smile on her lips by the way they tense up.

Now this I have to reply with in actual words. "But not as much as I love you, baby," I reply, tapping the tip of her nose with my right index finger. Her cheeks tense up even more, and her breathing increases as she giggles to herself.

"Not even possible, Ash."

"How can you say it's not possible if it obviously is because it's a truthful fact. You're my one and only. I love you to the moon and back, forever and always," I tell her, the heat in my cheeks begininng to rise from my last statement.

"Right back at you. Gosh, I love you so damn much and you make me so happy. I can't even describe it." She turns over more so her face is now burried into my chest even more so. Her arms wrap themselves around my torso, fitting me like they were made to be there.

Returning the favor, my hands glide around her small body, hugging her and holding her close. She makes me feel things that I never knew were even possible to feel. Everything about her is perfect. Just perfect.

I fall asleep to the constant rise and fall of her chest with every breath. Keeping her in my arms, the sounds of her breaths set me into a trance and lull me to sleep.

Paisley's POV

I awaknen to find myself encased by two, strong, muscular arms, holding me closer to a warm body behind me. Ashton is protective when we sleep together, always making sure that I was right by his side and that I was safe.

Not even hoping to wake him, I lightly run my fingers across the contours of his toned biceps that were close to my cheeks. My eyes drift upward, to his gorgeous, tan face. He looks so happy and undisturbed when he's asleep, well, he always looks happy, but here he looked like an innocent little boy who just found out that a "pretty" girl would be sitting with him.

I press my lips to his quickly, but softly, remembering that he's still asleep. Unfortunately, his eyes flutter open, a result of me kissing him, and he smiles.

"Good morning, beautiful," he says in his hot, raspy, morning voice as he brushes a loose strand of hair away from my cheek and tucks it behind my ears. I smile at him and he rubs his thumb across my shallow dimple on my right cheek, making me smile even more.

His deep dimples appear in his cheeks as he smiles at my reaction to his little act of affection. "Hey, cutie," I tell him in response to his morning greeting.

I'm not beautiful. Especially in the morning. I probably looked like a dead corpse that you could find in a morgue that's been laying there for a week and a half and has already been shot up with embalming stuff to make it worse. I'm disgusting, long story short, without anymore terrifying examples and descriptions.