Lost Boy; C.h.

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*Calum's POV*

I went to bed feeling refreshed, and as happy as I could be regarding my situation. Yet I woke up feeling shittier than ever. I mean I can't solve all my problems by writing songs. Even though that's how the boys and I solve our problems usually. But I wasn't feeling it today. Instead I was like I was the first morning.

Literally the boys did the same thing too. Ashton came in and checked how I was doing, except this this time with a poptart. Then Luke came with a Cheese Toastie. The same thing. But the difference was I didn't even try to feel better. Just wallowing in pity.

I slept for the most part. I did open my eyes, but just looked at the ceiling. My door opened, so I slightly jumped at the noise. I've been sitting in silence for a few hours. Sudden noise was a bit startling.

"What?" I asked Ashton, my voice tired and gravelly.

"She's not here. Can you come out?" He asked quietly. I just groaned in response. "Please?" He added. I groaned again but though about it. Eventually sitting up. He slightly smiled, which was good. He walked over to my window and opened it. I saw that there was only a foot of snow left, and the streets were clear and newly salted. That would explain how Ry- she left. I swung my feet to the side of the bed and stood up. I grabbed the duvet and draping it over my head and wore it as a cape. As If someone was hugging me. It was comforting. Even though this cushiony fabric didn't have a heart, brain, or the ability to comfort me emotionally, it would do the job for now. I followed the curly haired boy out of the door. Well almost, he stopped. Noticing something out of the corner of his eyes. The red razor pencil sharpener. The brightness didn't blend with the white walls and carped, causing it to pop out well.

"You okay, mate?" He asked, noticing I stooped moving.

"Uh, yes." I said, "keep going."

I could tell he knew I wasn't ok, but he shrugged it off. That, I internally thanked him for. We walked to the kitchen and I sat on the barstools. Ashton walked at fast pace to the fridge and grabbed two beers before pushing it shut. He sat down next to me, and set a beer in front of me. So, I finally took of my 'cape', folded it and set it on the table, but against a wall. I turned to Ashton as I opened the cold beer.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, just realizing no one else was in the cabin.

"Town, I wanted to stay with you." He said and shrugged. I slowly nodded, showing my gratitude as I brought my drink to my lips and drank.

"What day were we supposed to leave?" I asked. He frowned.

"Yesterday. And before you ask, No. The airports still won't let planes fly. Its still icy there, and I'm like ninety percent sure its gonna snow again."

"Okay. To be fair, I was gonna ask." I said. A smile flickered onto my face as Ashton chuckled, but it washed away like chalk during a storm.

Ashton bought us Nando's and we ate silently. He was honestly my best friend. He was the only one that was always there. Don't get me wrong. I really like the others too. Even Michael, even right now. Ash always made me feel wanted, when no one else could. Except Ryan. I thought she would last  forever, but I guess nothing lasts forever. Nothing stays the same.

Ashton noticed my mood change again, and frowned then rubbed my back. I stood up and went to the fridge, grabbing more beer.

**Ashton's POV**

I watched as m friend drank his beer. When it was finished, he grabbed his third one.

"Woah, slow down!" I told him. I knew his intentions, which was to was away the pain with various types of alcohol.

He simply shook his head and got into the liquor cabinet Mike already filled. He grabbed shot glasses. He filled it up and drank it. Repeating the process twice. That's when i -stepped in again.

"That's enough, mate." I said. I grabbed the bottle from him.

"Give it back!" He yelled. I just shook my head. He sighed.

"Please." He whined. "You don't have the same pain I do, Ash, and this is how I deal with it. Give me the bottle. I shook my head again, but he pulled it from my grasp. I sighed as he poured himself another drink.

"Please... don't hurt yourself."you

"I'll try not to." he said.

Soon, this douche was wasted. You could tell by his giggling. I took the bottle from him once more, and locked it in the cupboard. He held onto my arm and I guided him onto the couch.

"I love you. I'd go gay for you." He giggled, as I lied him down. I shook my head at his remark.

"Love ya too." I quietly said. "No homo." He broke into unnecessary laughter. I groaned. I liked being drunk, but I hated being the responsible sober one who takes care of the drunks.

I shook my head, which I've been doing a lot today. I pushed over on his side, so he couldn't die. I draped a white, fluffy, thin blanket over him, and made my way to my room.