Don't Cry ➳ a.i

[eight]

My grandfather was going to play poker at a bar in the city after him and grammy got in a fight Saturday night. It was his way of 'keeping calm' he would say. Around 11:00, I was still shockingly awake, and grandpa still hadn't come home. Grammy had decided that she would head off to bed around 9. I was worried about grandfather because one, he was playing in Los Angeles: the city, not the suburbs. Two, it was poker. Crazy things can happen when people loose their money. Three, its night time. Its dark. More vulnerable to murder. And four... He usually comes home around 10:00 when he goes out.

These things weren't something I wanted to think about. I called Ashton, wondering if maybe he would want to come hang out: I knew he would be up at this time of night.

He picked up on the third ring "Taylor." he stated. "What are you doing calling me at this time of night?"

"I need someone to hang out with. I'm bored." I lied. I didn't want to tell him I was scared. I didn't want him to worry or think I was a baby.

"Okay. I'll be over in five minutes."

-

Ashton rang the doorbell exactly five minutes from when he called. "Hey." he said, coolly.

"Hey." I led him into the basement where my little apartment was.

"They keep you in the basement?" he asked before I opened the door.

"Its actually really nice." I opened the door, revealing the living room.

"Sweet." He plopped onto the couch.

"Thanks." I sat down next to him and turned on the TV. The Breakfast Club was on.

Once it got to commercial, Ashton got suspicious. "Why did you really invite me here?" he asked.

"To watch a movie." I shrugged.

"Oh, so your telling me you knew The Breakfast Club would be on?" he asked.

I broke down then and there. I started crying. I covered my eyes with my palms, ducking my head down.

Ashton had a confused look on his face, but he rubbed my back with his hand. "Hey, its okay." he assured me.

"I'm s-sorry. I-I didn't mean to cry in front of you." I said.

"It's okay. Calm down and tell me what's wrong." he said calmly.

Once I stopped crying, I explained to him why I was upset. "My grandfather is out in the city at night in a bar in Los Angeles. Do you know what could've happened to him? I'm scared, Ash. I don't know what to do."

"Its all going to be okay." he hushed me.

"Thank you. I'm tired. I'm gonna get my pajamas on." I went into my room, and changed my clothes. I walked out only to see The Breakfast Club back from commercial break and Ashton watching it.

I sat next to him, and the last I remember was the part where they got high. I felt my head drop on Ashton's shoulder.

I woke up to someone shaking my arm, telling me to wake up. It was Ashton. I looked behind him, and the credits from the movie were going. I held my arms up near Ashton's neck. He ducked, and I tightened them around him. He put his arms under my legs and back, carrying me "Wedding Style" into my room. He placed me on my bed, turned around, and shut off the light.

"Wait." I said.

"What?'

"Will you lay with me? Until I fall asleep? Please?" I asked.

He nodded and took his shirt off.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked.

"If I have to stay here, I'm gonna get comfortable." he said

"Okay." I whispered, getting even more tired. He laid behind me, pulling my waist closer to his.

He kissed my forehead. "Goodnight." he whispered. Then I fell asleep.