Hello you sexy 5SOSFamily.
Firstly I'd like to wish Ashton a MASSIVE HAPPY BIRTHDAY for the 7th becase I wasn't able to post anything then so I'm doing this now ahaa. I still can't believe that cheeky blonde-curly-haired guy is 19! I'm emotional right not.
On the other hand I'd like to thank you to the moon and back for the 1k reads and for the votes. Idk you're just making me happy seeing that you like what I write. Ilysm. <3
And now I've just got an idea for a Ashton imagine so I hope you'll like it. ;) :)
Well, nothing is gonna be the same from now. I can't continue this way. I need to find me. I need to stop writing you shits... you start your last letter to Ashton.
I know it will be hard, I'll have to fight to start everything all over but I can't go on with this.
Ok, I thought this letter will be all about you, me thanking you for everything you've done without even knowing, for every hard situation you made me pull through, for every time I needed someone's shoulder to cry on and you were there, for everything.
So I really wanna thank you for making me resist.
I know maybe you didn't even received my letters, I'm not even thinking about you reading them.
Ashton, I know you're a busy person, you're a star, you live your dream but I'd love you to know that you've helped a lot of people, not only me, live their lives as they should.
Thank you for those magical songs that made me understand how talented you are, that helped me communicate with you.
Thank you so much for being a person at the end of the line, a person that would care. I know you have no time for people like me, in fact nobody has. But as I know this, I know you really love us, 5SOSFamily.
And I need to say that we love you too! We love you more than you'd ever know.
So with these said I'd like to tell you one last time that I love you and to assure you you'll never hear any stupid and childish story from me, I'll never tell you about my parties where nobody comes, I'll never lecture you about the art of wearing a pony t-shirt, I won't ever tell you about how my cat is taking a nap into my lap, dreaming about eating my cousin's golden fish.
You laughed at that thought.
I promise you this is the last time you'll hear something about me.
I love you!
[Y/N].
As you finish writing the letter some tears sprinkle over the vanilla-flavour paper wetting the material. You are aware once you'll bring this letter to the post office you will need to face the real world, to never ever write anything to him.
It hurts like hell but this is the only way you can go for.
You put the letter in a envelope and place a small kiss on the corner.
On your way to the post office you sigh few times and find yourself force to wipe some tears.
As you got back home you just locked yourself in the bedroom and, as staring at all the posters and photos of them you took, you start sobbing.
Placing yourself on the warm fluffy carpet, you eventually fall asleep still sighing.
Next morning, all your body is hurting. Sleeping on the floor is no more a possibility.
