Separate, But Made as One (Ashton Irwin Fanfiction)

The Truth

JUST AND FYI: IF YOU DON'T MIND I DECIDED TO COMBINE CHAPTERS TO MAKE ONE.

IT'S A REALLY LONG ONE. SO YOU CAN HAVE ONE LONG READING EXPERIENCE.

SO THE TWO CHAPTERS I PROMISED HAVE NOW BEEN COMBINED TO MAKE ONE BIG ONE :D

Brianna's POV

Last night I couldn't fall asleep. I was up for most of the night, in case Ashton would have another nighmare. It was about three o'clock in the morning when I relaxed and convinced myself that nothing was going to happen. I woke up to the loud traffic by the road down our hill. There was probably an accident because you could only hear honks and police sirens. I turned my body towards Ashton. I was relieved to find him calm and quiet. I slowly got up to go to the bathroom, careful not to wake Ashton. He deserved a good night of sleep after yesterday. After I used the bathroom, I checked in on Ashton once again and he looked peaceful. So, I decided to take a quick shower. Once the hot water hit my body, my muscles relaxed and my stress level decreased.

Everyday, I thought about my tour. I never knew that I would be doing this, but I'm glad that I am. I used to really be into cooking and I had planned on pursuing that. Now, I'm touring the country, singing. Who would have thought? My family told me that they could even come to see me perform at my Pennsylvania show. I was especially looking forward to Ashton watching me from the sidelines, cheering me on. I remember I was doing the same for him just a couple months ago; it's crazy. I snapped out of my thoughts and rinsed the shampoo out my hair.

My body stopped its movements, once I heard banging on the wall from the room next to me; Ashton's room. I immediately stopped the water and wrapped a towel around my body and one around my hair. I ran out of the bathroom and scurried across the hallway. The same events played from yesterday. Ashton was kicking under the sheets. His face was scrunched up like he was enduring harsh pain. His eyes screwed shut and he cried out.

"PLEASE! BRIANNA! DON'T! STOP! GO AWAY! BRIANNA! NO!"

I rushed over and wrapped my arms around him.

"Shhhh.... Shhhhh..." I brushed my hand through his hair and stroked his back to get him calm. He was mumbling for a few minutes then his eyes popped open and he came back to reality. He curled up on my lap and I laid back against the headboard.

"Again?" He breathed out; I nodded.

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

"It's not your fault. I need you to stop apologizing." I rocked him back and forth.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to to get you an ice pack. You're burning up." I press the back of my hand against his forhead.

"Okay." He laid down against the pillows.

I got out of bed and I started to walk out the door to the kitchen.

"Wait, Brianna." Ashton called for me.

"Yea."

"Can I tell you something?" He asked me, lifting his head up from the pillow and sitting up.

"Of course. Anything." He hesitated for a moment, then replied.

"Nevermind." I shrugged. I was halfway down the stairs when I realized that I was still only wearing a towel. I quickly ran back up the stairs. I walked through the door into Ashton's room and he looked at me weirdly, probably because I didn't have an ice pack.

"I forgot to put clothes on." I sounded ridiculous, saying it aloud.

He laughed and sat back down. I grabbed a purple skirt and a crop top with a pair of sandals. I got into the bathroom and got dressed. I applied foundation and mascara to look more awake because I sure wasn't. I went down the stairs and actually made it the bottom this time. I followed the hallway into the kitchen, where the boys were making breakfast.