#142- Hold Onto Me by Mayday Parade Song Preference
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Ashton: I got a nervous habit and I drink too much
Work always stressed him out. When things didn't go quite to plan or he just couldn't get that riff right or hit the snare in the right way, he gets really frustrated. It's a perfectionist's habit.
It started off with a beer every time he had a bad day. Just the one, it wasn't a problem. Then it became a beer every night. Then it was 'another one won't do me any harm'. And it just kept getting worse.
He gets angrier, when he's drunk. You wouldn't let him do anything to you but that doesn't mean he hasn't tried.
"Ash, you need to stop, lay off the beer for a night."
"Maybe you should stop pissing me off."
"Hun, I've literally not moved from this spot for two hours."
He scowled at you, but didn't argue. You stood from your side of the couch and knelt in front of him, taking his worn hands in your own.
"This needs to stop."
"There's nothing wrong."
"Yes, there is. You're drinking 5 or 6 bottles every night, you're going into the studio every morning with a hangover and you've argued with every single one of your best friends. Imagine what will happen when tour starts? If you go on stage drunk and talk to your fans like you talk to me, they might not stick around."
Ashton sighed, and nodded "Okay."
Luke: She wakes in the night and whispers oh so quiet "hold onto me, don't you ever leave
You and Luke had bought your house together almost a year ago. He loved being able to introduce you as his fiancée and you love watching his blush whenever he gets asked about you in an interview.
The nightmares had been alright for a while, but as everything started to settle down and find a routine, they started to haunt the dusty corners of your mind and then they came back with full force.
You were screaming; asleep but screaming. Luke tried so hard to wake you up but you were distraught.
"Hold on to me! Don't you ever leave! Please!" You screamed, tears streaming down your face.
"I won't, I promise." Luke wrapped his arms around your flailing body, his calming whisper rousing you from your dark mind more effectively than shouting at you. "I'm here, I'll never let you go, I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He whispered, kissing your head as you calmed, your chest heaving and your cold sweaty hands grabbing for his.
He stayed there with you, just holding you and kissing you until you stopped panicking.
"I'm sorry." You whispered.
"Don't be, you're okay. And I'll always be here."
"Don't leave,"
"I'm not," He kissed your ear. "You can go back to sleep in my arms and I won't move."
Michael: With no place to go and you're left all alone, there's no place like home
Tour was difficult for both you and Michael. Not only were you unable to see him half as frequently and not at all in person, you got messages from Ashton, Calum and Luke all saying he misses you a lot.
It was hard, definitely hard for both of you. Touring made him happy, performing made him happy but so do you. When he wasn't doing either of the former, he missed you a lot.
You counted down the days until they were home.
When he was with you again, you couldn't even let him go. Your apartment wasn't just empty rooms anymore; he made it back into a home - your home.
"I can't leave you for this long again." He mumbled, in between kisses.
"It's not like you're not going to go on tour again."
"You should come with me."
"I have a job!"
"You're a PA, the best PA in Sydney - be our PA."
"You can't just fire your PA."
"We don't have one."
"Oh, but isn't there laws about relationships in the work place?"
"I don't know, I don't care; I just want you to come see the world with me and play Mariokart with me in different countries and make everywhere home."
"What do you mean?"
"No where's home when you're not there; not here, not any hotel with any friends. You're my home; you're my everything."
Calum: Sometimes at night I can hear her dreams; come rescue me
Calum knows you have nightmares; he's seen you at your worst and dealt with it better than you ever would have alone.
He says that sometimes when you're asleep with your head on his chest, he'll brush your fringe from your eyes and draw little circles on your arm with his fingertip. He'll watch the way your expression contorts and changes, your eyelids fluttering as you dream. He sometimes tries to guess what you could be thinking of but every morning when he asks, he's got it wrong again.
But the longer you're together, the more he can tell when your dream turns into a nightmare. The first time, you were both asleep and he panicked almost as much as you but now he can see by that little twinge of your eyebrows that you're experiencing something sour and he'll wake you up. Sometimes if you're worried about going back to sleep, he'll get up and make hot chocolate for the pair of you and you'll sit opposite each other at the kitchen table playing a game of 'who can come up with the best excuse to get off work tomorrow' so you can catch up on sleep whilst watching movies under the duvet.
He knows you; inside out and backwards. You always tell him how perfect he is but he always dismisses it and says he'd do anything for you, but if that means perfection to you, then he'll take it.
