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     I was trying to understand the state of her mind at the time. Trying to acquire everything she just said.

     I told her about that song I just recently found. It was beautiful as well as the music video. I honestly love a relationship like it although we have our own type of relationship and own technique to handle things and circumstances between our relationship but I was fascinated by it.

     I want to be wasted tonight.

     "Where do you think you're going?," she asked. An alarming tone she had, "You just cant leave people like that."

     "I can leave people like that. I just did." I said and pulled her inside the pub again.

     "I can't... Yet.," she put me into a stop and continued, "especially we have this i-don't-know-how-many-times-we-have-to-fight. Just not yet." I understand, she couldn't, yet. Then when is the right time? When is the timing? If we would wait for the perfect timing, we would be waiting for forever.

     I couldn't say no. "Alright, let's go ahead." I said, just like what I always do I clutched her to my sides, kissed her head and we walk to the parking lot.

     On the way back the studio was silent, only holding hands to keep our both hands warm. Only breath that formed smokes when we exhale, it was really the season of fall.

     "Can we just not fight? Within a day. I mean, atleast a day." she suddenly asked when we reached the backstage. I didn't know if she intentionally did that  for me not speak because she knew when we caught the guys right away we would be asked by them.

     "Where have you beeeeeeen? We were waiting for you two to arrive to head straight at the hotel." Mikey said as he fumbled for his stuff.

     Sarah walked in the room. As soon as she caught the door she unclasped and went straight for the bathroom.

     I went over to our things to get them and went to the door once I'm finished then said, "You shouldn't have waited for us."

     "You think he will let us? And na-ah, paparazzi is everywhere." Calum said and went straight for the car.

     "They're making an excuse. Both of them have had a girl backstage. Haha." Luke spilled the beans once Michael and Calum were out of sight and in the van already.

     "Well, I've got mine right here." we started to walk. To my surprise she pulled out the end of my shirt at the back of my pants and put her hands in and held me bare back.

     She was tracing my spine that made me shiver. Her hands were so cold, they were shaking, "You're so warm." Absentmindedly, I think, she slipped her arms into my shirt and hugged me completely, my shirt half of my body. Like I was a walking pillow, or her favorite stuffed toy.

    She was ridiculous. "I need warm." We totally stopped from walking because she was right in front of me. Hugging me.

     "Well I guess its not going to be just warm tonight Ashton," I looked at the end of the backstage where Luke was still struggling to collect the fans' gifts. They kept on spilling in the bag we have brought.

     Helping was not in mind of these gals, aren't they?

     The smirk was lined to his face and the naughty side of the smile too. "I can resist, not until we get married."

     "As you say so." I heard his grin as he speak.

     "If you don't mind. I should probably be helping Lucas right there. He's struggling with the gifts." I told her but seemed like she didn't heard me so I decided to take her arms off but she speak and made her hug tighter, "He's big enough and has long arms and legs to manage them. I need you here. Don't go."

     I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to Luke when I looked back and he still managed to make an okay sign but I still offered a help.  "I could take your backpack."

      "Thanks Ash." he replied and hand over the backpack.

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