Separate, But Made as One (Ashton Irwin Fanfiction)

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(WARNING: KEEP A BOX OF TISSUES READY!!!)

Ashton POV

Songwriting was very productive today. Brianna got her single recorded and we wrote two songs already. It's been pretty hectic with the airport situation and getting things done in time before the TMH Tour starts back up again. I couldn't help but worry about the hate Brianna and I would get, once we went public. I'm so nervous because I know it would break their hearts. On the other hand, others would just be plain rude. I don't want that to happen to her. She doesn't deserve it. I'd rather get the hate. When we got back to the house, I decided to go on Twitter and see if anything has gone around about Brianna at the airport with us.

My timeline was nothing but hate. Not only on Brianna, but to me as well. They read:

"Who's that bitch who's hanging out with Ashton and the boys?"

"I hate you Ashton! How could you?!?! I thought you loved me! You're such a disappointment...."

"Ashton got a girlfriend and she's ugly. We'll then they'd make a fine couple!"

"Ashton doesn't deserve a girlfriend. He's just the lame drummer in the background, who can't even sing."

The last one really got to me. But, it's true.... I'm so lame. I'm just the newbie in the band; the odd one who nobody likes. I'm sure the band would do fine without me. I'm easily replacable. Everyone is so hard to please. I am never good enough for anybody.... I tweeted back to all the hate saying "I hate not being good enough..."I didn't even want to look at the comments, so I threw my phone at the floor and began crying.

Brianna's POV

I went on twitter and saw a bunch of hate on my timeline and a boat load of followers. They were telling me to stay away from the boys and to go kill myself. I ignored the hate because I've been through it before. In my past, I have cut before because I thought it was the best thing to do, but it isn't. It's the worst thing you could do. I am happily 3 years clean. Then, I checked Ashton's profile and saw his latest tweet. No.... how could he ever think that about himself?

I got out of bed and knocked on Ashton's door. He didn't answer, but the door was open, and I decided to go in. Once I opened the door, I saw him on the bed, covered by the sheets, and I heard him crying. I walked over and went on my knees beside the bed , next to him.

"Ashton...." I said stroking his hair.

"Why are you here? Why don't you go hang out with Luke? He's the hot guitarist isn't he?" He replied, sadness in his voice, and turned the other way.

"But I'd rather be here with you." I climbed onto the opposite side of the bed and cuddled close to him. He didn't deny and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I'm so lame. I'm just the awkward drummer who no one even cares about. I don't sing, so why am I important. I could easily be replaced." He mumbled and I was upset that he said that.

"Get up." I told him removing his arms from around me.

"Why?"

"Because it's important for you to listen." He groaned and got up. His hair was a mess and cheeks were all red, yet he still managed to look perfect.

I took a hold of his hands and said, "You're perfect... and let me tell you why: You're smile is adorable and it makes me want to smile more. You're eyes are a stunning green that I could stare into for hours upon hours. You're laugh is so cute and quirky; it's contagious. You're dimples. You're personality. You never seem to be negative, you always find the brighter side. You're always dependible and caring. You're greatly talented and a blessed drummer. And FYI I'm into drummers. You're awkwardness is hilarious, You're weirdness is just what I need to get me through the day. Lastly, you're always yourself and you don't care what other's may say, so why now?"

"I don't know. I just got angry when people were giving comments about me and you and it just got me mad. It was stupid....."

"No, it's not. I know what it feels like. I've..... cut before..." And I told him everything. I told him about how I got bullied in school. I told him about the nights I would stay up all night dredding each day I had to go back.

"... But I pushed through and I saw a light at the end of tunnel. I told myself that it was going to be okay soon. You just have to keep rolling with the punches. Just always be yourself, and make sure to have your best smile everyday. "

"You always know what to say." He said.

"It's just gift, I guess." He laughed, showing his gorgeous smile.

"That's the smile I want to see."

"I'll smile everyday, if you do, too."

"Deal." I said, shaking his hand.

I decided to go to sleep in Ashton's room and we stayed up watching How I Met Your Mother ( literally the best show ever). Ashton laid back on the bed, as I sat up criss cross in front of him. He started playing with my hair and braiding it. I passed him the hair tie and he placed kiss on my shoulder.

"You are way too good for me. I don't deserve you." He said.

"Neither do I." I replied, honestly.

"Do you want to go public?" He finished tieing my hair and I turned around to answer his question.

"I'm ok with it as long as you are."

"I want to make sure you're okay because there's going to be hate."

"I know." I replied worried I won't be able to handle it. But, I didn't tell him that.

"Promise me you will be okay, and that you won't let it get to you. I don't want you to cu-" He stopped unsure if it was ok to bring up my cutting.

"You can say it. Continue."

"I don't want you to cut again."

"I am three years clean and I will be glad to make it four, for you." I said smiling.

"I'm so proud of you, beautiful."

I blushed as he leaned in. I copied his actions and our lips collided. Our lips moved in sync and I brought my hand up to his cheek, the other burried in his hair. He pulled away and I slowly drifted asleep in his arms.

A/N: Is anyone else crying,!!?!?!?? I told you to bring the tissues. I literally felt so bad making fake hate. I don't understand how people do it and don't feel guilty. Mine isn't even real and I feel upset :( Anyways keep reading and this story with your friends. PLEASE COMMENT it would really help out and let me know if you like the story. Love you :)