you sat in the tub of cold water with your knees to your chest thinking of nothing, of everything. You didn't care about anything except that the water was cold. The fucking water was cold.
You heard the door to your apartment open.
"Y/N?" you heard Ashton yell.
The clank of his boots made their way around the place before coming to a stop before the bathroom door. He knocked twice before opening the door.
You didn't look at his face, you were only concentrated on the water.
You heard, however, the hurt in his voice when he kneeled down next to you and asked, "Did you take your pills?"
You hadn't, not for weeks. But today was just a bad day.
He emptied the tub and reran a hot bath, with the bubbles that only you two together use; you slightly smile at the memories.
He slips in behind you, putting his legs around yours. He knows not to push you, so all he does is draws shapes on and places sporadic kisses your back for what seems like hours. At one point, you catch a penis, which makes you laugh
