Rescue // Ashton Irwin

twenty six.

Adley.

Almost two of the three weeks had passed in Ashton and I's "break", and I was surprisingly doing okay.

I missed Ashton like crazy, that much was the same, but I was beginning to feel like we would make it out of this with minimal damage.

I'd officially moved into my art studio.

It was nice living on the outskirts of the city, much more peaceful of a place.

My art was one of my main focuses now that I had extra time to myself.

I painted a lot of pictures of Ashton, but I couldn't help myself.

It was hard not to have any contact with him, but the boys kept me updated to the best of their abilities.

Last I'd heard he was missing me but he was doing much better than the previous month.

With each passing day my desire to be back in his arms grew stronger, but I knew I only had to pull through for a little over a week and everything would be okay again.

It felt like things were falling right back into place, that is, until I heard the banging on my door.

It was early in the morning, and I'd just gotten up to make myself some coffee.

I rarely had any visitors out here, especially unannounced.

I knew it wasn't one of the boys because they always called before they came.

They knew how fearful I was of being surprised after everything that I'd gone through, so they were rather courteous when it came to making their arrival known.

My worst fears seemingly came true when I looked through the peep hole and saw Noah's lengthy figure standing on the porch.

My breath caught in my throat.

It felt as if I was frozen in place.

I could feel my heart beat throughout my whole body as my hands began to shake and my breathing became heavier.

As quietly as possible, I ducked out of view and crawled into the back closet where I kept my supplies.

I turned the lock, checking once to make sure that it was in place, before collapsing against the far wall.

I did my best to make sure that I was blocked from every angle, covering myself with canvases and assorted materials.

My hands were shaking as I clicked on Luke's contact.

My heart sank as the ringing droned on and on before sending me to voice mail.

Noah's pounding became louder and louder, more furious with every knock.

I tried Michael next, hoping that he would pull through for me, but the outcome was the same.

No answer.

I could hear Noah trying to pick the lock now, causing my anxiety to sky rocket.

Calum was next on my list, but he didn't answer either.

Noah was kicking at the door now, and I feared that at any second he would break it down.

"Fuck," I cursed as I racked my brain for another person to call.

My mother came to mind, but the phone didn't even ring before I was sent to voice mail.

Frustrated tears were starting to surface now, making it nearly impossible to see Ashton's contact as I clicked it.