lashton one-shots

they don't matter

{ i know that the dates aren't right and it didn't happen during that part of their tour, but just go with it. m'kay?}

warnings: possibly triggering

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ashton tried to ignore the hate, he really did. but with it being so consistent, the task was hard. not to mention the fact that was a new trend about him, and not a good one.

#keepcuttingashtonyourtrash

he didn't understand why he made so many people dislike him. ashton didn't think there was anything wrong with being a drummer, especially when so many people supported him.

but then there were always those few so-claimed fans, who hated him. he wondered why they couldn't just keep their mouths closed, or just cheer him on with the rest of the band. and he wasn't trying to be conceited, but he knew that without him they probably wouldn't have such a good drummer.

he had been practicing for years, and it sure paid off, but obviously not enough to make everyone accept him. which was just plain stupid, because ashton was probably one of the best drummers out there.

but the one thing that bothered him the most about that hashtag wasn't the fact that it brought back bad memories, or triggered him just the slightest bit, but the fact that they didn't even spell 'you're' right. they spelled it without the apostrophe, which is understandable because with it the hashtag wouldn't work, but they left out the e.

he thought, why hate on someone, when you don't even put enough effort into making it so the concept makes sense. if he started something like, "i can really see your dad in you," people may take it the wrong way, so he would have to say "i can really see the resemblance between you and your dad."

his point was, why make something that you won't spend more than five seconds looking at?

he knew the girl was probably just trying to do it for attention, but it didn't change the fact that it hurt. his past of self-harm was something that was never to be discussed on the internet, even though it was well known. the thing was that it was something that you just don't bring up, but it stays with you. no one wanted to bring back that memory, for everything was going quite dandy without it.

but now it was all brought back, every little detail of his past. every night he spent locked in the bathroom, every night he spent putting coconut oil on the wounds so they would heal faster. but the worst part over all; hiding those scars from his parents.

he never liked lying, and he felt as though keeping secrets from his parents was considered that. but he didn't want them to know, because it was a fact to him that they cared. they just weren't the people that he wanted to care, and they weren't the people that he wanted to bring him to the hospital.

sometimes the worst part was just thinking about what would happen if he got caught. he figured that everything would be taken away, and his whole room would be searched.

but his parents never did notice the marks he had left, and guilt clawed through at him every moment.

they of course found out after the band started traveling, but there was not much that they could do while he was on the road, and he didn't want to force him out of his dream. they also knew that he had stopped for the fans, and they trusted that he wouldn't start again.

but now they were in the 'no place like home' tour, staying at a private hotel. ash had taken the day to himself, but it wasn't exactly scheduled. he had no plans, and was probably just going to stay in bed the whole day, only sometimes crying.