Pieces of Time

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Ashton's POV

"Ash? Are you ready to head out now!" Michael yelled at me from upstairs, bringing me from my thoughts.

"I've been ready! Let's go before Luke get's angry again." I yelled back.

Michael came charging down the stairs and stopped to stare at me. He let out a huge sigh, a sigh of disappointment. "The same dream again mate?"

"Hate to disappoint." I shrugged.

Michael came and sat down on the couch next to me. "You don't disappoint me, the situation does." He sighed again.

"Does it really bother you that much not knowing what my dream means?" I asked in shock. There was no way that my dream was the only thing bothering Michael, and also Luke and Calum.

He starred at me for what felt like quite a while, then just smiled. "Yeah, dreams are a very complex thing and it bothers me when I don't understand them."

Without giving me time to respond, Michael quickly stood and bombarded me with a very uneasy question. "Did you take-"

"YES!" I shouted in frustration. "I hate that you constantly ask me." I spit as I stood up to grab my jumper.

"It's important and-" Michael started.

"Yes I know, I'm sorry." I sighed. I grabbed the car keys and gestured toward the door, "Can we leave now?"

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"Remind me again, where are we going?" Michael yawned.

"How do you not know?" Luke said annoyed.

"Calm down mate," I laughed, "We have to go meet John at the studio for another meeting."

"Another meeting?" Michael whined. "Yeah mate, basically we have to get shit done for the tour." Calum shrugged.

"No swearing!" I shouted.

"At least Ashton remembered where we were going!" Luke spit.

"Well I am the driver, if anything I should know where we are going." I laughed. I am, so far, the only band member that can drive and that leads me to almost always know what we are doing.

In the band, Luke is seen as the leader, which is a lot of pressure for my mate since he is the youngest. But me being the oldest, I am the most mature when it comes to band situations. I take some of the weight off Luke's shoulders and in return he keeps his girlfriend from arguing with Michael.

After another while of Luke and Michael arguing about what we had to do, we arrived at the studio.

I got out of the car and enjoyed being unnoticed by bystanders. We just finished a small tour of our home Australia and expected no major change to our lives. But we all knew with this new tour, everything was going to change.

We walked into the familiar building and sat down in a room shown to us by John's assistant.

"I feel important sitting in rooms like these." I smiled as I took a seat at the abnormally long table with what seemed like 1000 seats.