Cashton Oneshots

Suits

Word Count: 527 (short whoops)

"C'mon Cal," Ashton called, already done with with his boyfriend's shit.

Tonight was the night of an awards show, that required formal attire. Ashton happily got himself dressed up, giggling at how professional he looked. However, after he went to check up on the younger lad to see if he was ready, he wasn't surprised to see the boy laying in bed stubbornly, suit still folded neatly on the dresser.

At the sound of Ashton's voice, he groaned and burrowed himself deeper into the covers.

Calum had always hated that suit. It brought up bad memories that he didn't want to bring up. Anytime there was an event that required formal attire, he always came up with an excuse not to go, and Ashton always bought it. Until tonight.

"I don't wanna," he whined childishly.

Ashton clenched his fists, trying his best not to strangle him.

"We have to leave soon Calum, I don't have time for this. Get. Dressed. Now."

Calum only shook his head. He was starting to become desperate. He knew if he wore that suit, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

"I-I don't feel well though."

"That's bullshit and you know it. Just change for Christ's sake," Ashton said. He was getting more frustrated by the minute. They could not be late.

For a second, he thought he had convinced him. Calum peaked his head out from under the blanket, and stared at him for a moment, before shaking his head again, deflating the boy's hopes. Finally, he snapped.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WEAR THE FUCKING SUIT CALUM! BECAUSE OF YOU I'M GOING TO BE LATE TO YET ANOTHER IMPORTANT THING! DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT THIS BAND ANYMORE?!?! OR ME?!" he shouted, letting all the anger out.

"Of course I do," Calum said, his eyes beginning to well up with tears, but Ashton didn't pay attention.

"THEN WHY WON'T YOU WEAR THE SUIT, HUH? IS IT TO TORTURE ME?! TELL ME, SINCE YOU SEEM TO HATE WEARING IT SO FUCKING MUCH!"

Calum gulped, his heart cracking at each word shouted at him. He looked down, trying not to cry.

"ANSWER ME!" Ashton screamed.

The young kiwi boy flinched, before answering. "T-that w-w-was the suit I wore to Mali's funeral," he managed to stutter out, before letting out the sobs he was so desperately holding in.

In an instant, all of Ashton's anger vanished, replaced with sympathy and guilt over his boyfriend. He rushed to the bed, instantly wrapping his arms around Calum.

"I'm sorry," Calum cried, burying his head in Ashton's neck. "I didn't mean to make you late."

"Oh babe, no, don't be sorry. It's my fault. I lost my temper. I'm the one who needs to apologize."

"I'll p-put on the s-suit if you want me to."

Ashton shook his head, holding Cal tighter. "No you won't. We'll stay home tonight. I'll call Mikey and Luke and tell them we aren't going."

"B-but this is important."

"You are more important, and I'm so sorry for yelling at you," he said, looking down at Calum's tear stained cheeks sadly.

Calum smiled, before leaning up and lightly kissing Ashton's soft lips. "It's alright. Thank you for not making me go tonight."

"Anything for you, princess."

Alright, so this is my first oneshot, yay. I hope I can improve in the future, cause that one was kind of shit tbh.

Shout out to Mali-Koa for sacrificing herself for this fic.

Thanks for reading.

Emily