Up above/to the side is End Up Here by 5sos 'cause you'll see my cheesy lil reference;). Also, TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE PLEASE STAY STRONG AND KNOW THAT YOU ARE AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND IF YOU EVER NEED ANYONE TO TALK TO PM ME. Love you all.
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Calum's P.O.V.
Wow. That's more blood than usual.
*2 hours earlier*
It felt like I was dying. Ashton was just holding me in a handicapped bathroom at some Mexican restaurant and I couldn't breathe.
"Just take deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths," Ashton coached me. I followed what he said and tried to take control of my breathing, but then I began thinking about how I even know how to breathe which, of course, just made everything worst.
After telling myself to stop overthinking my breathing patterns, I spoke up.
"I-I'm sorry for ruining everything l-like I al-alway-ways do," I sniffled into his shoulder, breathing in his familiar eucalyptus and vanilla scent. It's a strange combination, but on Ashton, it's perfect.
He pulled me out from his embrace and held my shoulders firmly with both of his hands, his eyebrows furrowed.
"You don't ruin everything," he said, "You make me happy. Remember when you told me the first day we met that you were going to find a way to make me make myself happy?" he asked me. I nodded, wiping my tears with my sleeve and looking up at him.
"You have always been there for me, encouraging me and keeping me strong but letting me be myself. Now, because of you, I'm happier with my life. Truly, when I'm with you, I'm the happiest person in the universe." I smiled at him, proud that I make him happy, but then a question popped into my head that I completely regret asking.
"But you're still not fully happy?" I asked.
He sighed, combing his fingers through his hair before biting his lip and looking away from me. "I will be one day, Strawberry. I promise," he said. I grinned and he pulled me into a hug.
It's so weird how this all happened. How did a loser like me end up with someone as beautiful and perfect as Ashton Irwin? He's a senior, I'm a sophomore. I play the bass but he plays the drums, which is ten times cooler. How did I get so lucky?
I started laughing when I thought about how strange it really is. Ashton pulled away from the hug yet again and looked at me like I was insane.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked, confused.
"How did a stupid sophomore baby end up with you? I mean, how did we end up here, Ash?" I asked, his facial expression read amused and fond.
"It was all because of the scrapbooking club. If it weren't for that, you'd just be another unfamiliar face passing me in the halls," he said, shivering, as if even the thought of me being unfamiliar was a terrifying thought. "And by the way Cal, you are a sophomore baby, but you're my sophomore baby. Mine. Don't forget that," he told me. I giggled, kissing his cheek.
I loved when he called me 'mine'. It made me feel safe, like I belonged, and other than with the boys, I was out of place everywhere I went. With Ashton, I belonged to him, and I was absolutely content with the title of being his.
"Wanna go home?" I asked him, referring to his house.
He nodded, "Hopefully Muke left the car for us so we don't have to walk. My house is a few miles from here at least." I looked at him, tilting my head in confusion.
"Muke? Whats a Muke?" I asked.
"Michael and Luke, duh. Its their names shipped together, Cal," he explained to me. My mouth formed in an 'o' and shrugged.
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Scrapbooking Club// Cashton & Muke// COMPLETED
Fanfic"People take pictures of the good memories they want to remember in their life. You take pictures of good memories so you remember that there was a time when things were better, easier, simpler and happier. I want to remember those times, so I take...
