Stories in a Song

Talking to the Moon (A. Pt.2)

1 year later...
Y/N
I laid alone in my bed, watching as the lights slowly flickered off in dorms across the yard. My roommate was missing, but she usually didn't come in till the AM anyway. I picked up the picture of Ashton and I, from not long after that night. We thought the only way from there was up. And for a long time it was. He treated me like a queen.

"Y/n, I have big news. Huge news!" He had a big bright goofy grin on his face. I laughed and hugged him.
"What is it?" He sat me down on the couch in front of him.
"The boys and I have been asked to open for One Direction." He said, calm. I squealed and hugged him, both of us over joyed that his dreams were coming true. "We leave at the end of this week to go to London." I stopped cold.
"Leave? Um Ash?" He hesitated for a moment, the thought clicking in his mind.

After that, he left. And we had tried to stay together. I'd seen him once or twice. On Tv. Or on Skype. But the last time I saw him was blurred by the tears I cried at the airport that night. I looked out the window again at the night sky, at the moon.

"I miss you, Ashton. I just hope you miss me too."
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Ashton
I scanned the crowd, looking for her again. I knew she wouldn't be here. It was so long ago. But the 'I love you' still burned on my lips. I scanned the crowd again. We were back in Aussie for the end of our tour, finishing in Sydney. I glanced at one girl. She looked so much like her.
Later
I laid back on my old bed. My old life flooding over my memories. Her. I missed her. I loved her. But I just couldn't go find her because I hoped she had moved on. I didn't want her to lay around waiting for me. I glanced up at the moon, smiling about how she used to whisper about the moon loving the sun. I turned, talking to the moon to try and tell her.
"Y/n I miss you."
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Y/n
He had looked right at me. How could he look at me and walk away? I sat alone on my couch, crying my eyes out. A gentle knock came at the door. I didn't want to answer. No one could fix this. Not even-
"Y/n? Babe, it's Ash. Please let me in?" I held my breath as I headed silently to the door. Peeking out, I saw him standing there. He was stronger than I had last seen him. More built. Toned. His eyes found mine and he smiled a little.
"Y/n?" He whispered, almost begging. I opened the door enough to let him see my face, giving him a sad smile. His eyes narrowed as he took in the tear streaks and bloodshot eyes. He reached out to touch my face. A sudden realization crossed his face. "You were there. I knew you would come. I just didn't recognize you." He looked like he felt awful. "You're a million times more beautiful than when I last saw you." I pushed the door open a little more as I whispered.
"I missed you." He held out his arms to me. I hesitated, but gave in.
"I missed you too." He whispered, holding me like he would never see me again. I held on tighter."I never stopped waiting. I wanted to call you every night. I missed your smile, your hair, your love. You. I missed you." I looked up at him. He moved in and pressed his lips to mine as he held me.
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"Come to America with me." He said. I stared at him as we laid together, tangled in each other's embrace.
"What?"
"I'm not losing you again. Not this time. Not now, not ever." He pulled me tight to him, cuddling me. Tears welled up and I held tight.
"No more talking to the moon?" I glanced up at him. He smiled at me.
"Nope. Just you and me."
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Song: Talking To The Moon - Bruno Mars
PC: Ashton - Pinterest

Authors Note:
This was the first time I did one of the guy's POV. Tell me what you guys think!

Dictionary
Y/n - bold means point of view and/or time lapse