Beside you 5sos (boyxboy) (Malum, Lashton)

Chapter 4: Crying in the night

***Trigger warning.  If you see the word Perth anywhere let me know so I can change it my  imaginary readers. I did not know what place I wanted to do at first so I just did Perth as a filler because that is what the original author did but I am trying to make mine as different as possible so I did Murdoch instead. This is a little bit longer chapter so I hope you imaginary readers like it. Don't hate me please.***

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I look up at the ceiling trying to fall asleep, but my unfamiliar surroundings and the sound of my roommates light snoring is forcing me to stay awake. I grab my phone turning it on to look at the time. 2:30. Fuck. "Go to sleep Luke," I tell myself. I try not to think about how I have to get up in 5 hours but the though forcefully enters my mind.

I settle back down into my bed and try again to fall asleep. "Don't think. Don't think. Don't think." I repeat in my head trying to tame my wild mind, but nothing works. After another half hour of tossing and turning, I give up and slip into my converse with my heel sticking out the back. I quietly open the door squeezing through as slightly as I can so the light doesn't wake my sleeping roommate.

As I walk out into the brightly lit hallway I can hear someone crying. I glance over to a door a little bit down the hallway and I walk toward it. I press my ear against the soft wood and the crying becomes louder. I raise my hand up to knock but stop myself right before my hand makes contact with the white door. I drop it to my side and move away from the door with a slight shake of my head.

Turning around and heading away from the door with the crying boy I step into the lift pushing the button for the first floor. "What were you thinking Luke? No one needs your help. Why would they?" My inner voice tells me and I sigh. As the door closes the soft whimpers become more and more muffled before disappearing altogether.

"Come on Ashy," Michael says tiredly, extending his arms out to me as he sits by me on the floor. I quickly fall into them burying my face into his chest as his arms engulf me warmly. I let a quiet sob escape my body as I clutch onto Mikey's shirt, my hand crumpling the fabric as my breathing speeds up even worse than it already has. The pain spreads to my lungs like a fire in the middle of the woods and the burning feeling seems to do nothing but increase.

That night the nightmares were unbearable as the past memories seemed to do nothing but pollute my dreams. Nights like this I really wish there was a way to not feel the pain anymore. A way to escape from the hell that was my reality. I manage to calm myself down enough to be able to form sentences that are at least slightly legible.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry, Mikey." I stutter as I cry into his chest.

"No Ashton." He whispers in my ear. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Do you wanna talk about your dream?" I slowly nod before taking in a deep breath and begin retelling my disgustingly vivid dream.

I am sitting on my bed looking down at my phone waiting to go to the bus. I wish time would go faster so I can hurry up and get out of there. I know though that if I go to soon the pouring rain will have my arse soaking within seconds. I look down at my phone willing the number on the clock to go up. I sigh and set my phone down next to me. That is when I hear a voice. It is deep and raspy from sleep. "What are you doing still here boy?" It bellows loudly. "Are trying to skip again?"

My eyes widen in fear as I realize what is about to happen. I quickly look away from my seething father and whisper in a quiet voice. "No, sir."

"Don't you lie to me boy." He says with a snarl. He grabs me by the hair and drags me out into the living room. I squeeze my eyes in pain not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out. He throws me onto the floor roughly. "You will never be anything. You will always be nothing. You are no better than the gum on the bottom of my shoe."

That is the part when I wake up covered in sweat in the middle of a full-blown panic attack. Mikey rubs my shoulder softly. "You know none of that is true right? Look at where you are right now. You are at college getting ready to make something of yourself." He says with a quiet voice.

"I know Mikey," I whisper choking back a sob that threatens to escape my prison of a mouth

*** This took so long for me to write. My hand is literally hurting that is how much I have wrote today. It is worth it though. Hope you liked it imaginary readers. Please don't hate me.***