Already Broken (Magcon And 5sos Fanfic) {discontinued}

Chapter 25

*Chris's POV*

*Present time*

I jumped onto Ashton's bed. "I have a question."

"You could've at least knocked." He chuckled and got up. "Whats your question young one." He said balling his hands into a fists and rubbed my head softly.

I pulled his hand away and giggled. "Welllllll," I stretched out, " I was wondering when we're going to MAGcon."

He gave me a confused look. "I thought I already told you." I shook my head also confused and he just shrugged. "Well I guess I didn't then. We leave tomorrow morning at 5 a.m.."

My eyes widened and I looked at the clock. The clock read 11:34 p.m.. I jumped off the bed startling Ash. "Shit." I swore. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked panicked.

"First of all, I'm going to let that pass," I blushed from embarrassment, ", second of all, I'm sorry, I thought I already did and third of all," he took a deep breath, "GO GET PACKED GIRL!"

I jumped but ran out of his bed room and into mine. I grabbed my black suitcase and duffel bag out of my closet and threw things into my bags but I made sure it was neatly folded into it. I then ran into the bathroom and grabbed the things I needed.

Once I stuffed everything I need into the bags I fell on top of my bed and let out a big sigh of relief. I look around my bedroom trying to find my phone when I spotted it on my nightstand. I sat up and snatched it to check the time. I turned on my phone and it read 2:12 a.m..

I groaned and got up again. I walked out of my room with my head down and my shoulder slumped. I yawned but continued to walk to Ash's room. I knocked on his door frame.

"Come in!" He yelled. I walked inside his room and collapse on his bed and sighed from the softness of his bed. He looked and me and chuckled. "Yes?"

I closed my eyes. "I think we should start heading to the airport." I opened one of my eyes cause I was drifting off.

"Why? We have plenty of time and the airport is 30 minutes away." He said confused.

My heart started to beat faster a little. My chest started to feel a little heavier and my breathing got a little faster. I sat up and played with my fingers. "Please?" I whispered

"Why? We can just leave at 3:30 and be on time still." He said still confused and oblivious to panic.

"O-okay." My hands were shaking a little. I stood up and walked out of the room. I walked into my room, closed and locked the door. I sat on my bed. I just sat there staring at my wall. Over thinking about the stupid time we were leaving to go to the airport. I don't know why but I get nervous and I always have to go early to places just in case. I don't know what's wrong with me.

I hugged my knees and just starting rocking back and forth. I tried to calm down but I physically couldn't. My breathing became shorter. I started to hyperventilate and tears fell from my eyes. All I could hear was my breathing.

Nobody came to my room. Nobody cared. Nobody knows.

I looked for my phone and found it at my nightstand. I grabbed it and turned it on. I looked through my phone to find my music. Once I found it I plugged my phone in Luke's old speakers and blasted Troye Sivan.

I closed my eyes and let music take over my senses. My breathing became slower and I stopped crying and shaking. I usually go through this alone. I don't know what these are called.

I opened my eyes suddenly and realized that I was being a whiny bitch. I sighed and closed my eyes again listening to the lyrics that Troye is singing.