Scars, Suicide and Australians

Travelling and Sleep

*a week later*

Ashton's POV

I liked Ana for about three weeks, then I saw the way Luke and Michael looked at her when she wasn't paying attention. There was no way I was getting in the middle of that.

Ana's POV

"Are you all packed?" Becky asks me, for the third time.

"I just need to pack my phone charger and put my phone in my pocket." I replied.

For a six month tour, I packed a ridiculous amount of skinny jeans, combat boots and band tees, plus a bunch of money because we're going to England and the US, who sell awesome band merch.

Unfortunately, I did pack my blades.

"C'mon we're going you slut." Becky said, popping her head around the door.

"Coming jeez." I said, picking up my hand luggage and three suitcases.

Ouch.

My arm is going to be pulled out its socket.

Ouch.

As I got out the door, both Luke's rushed over and picked up our bags.

"Thanks you cunts." I said.

*thirty hours later*

After a twenty four hour flight, four hour drive and being mobbed in both airports, we reached the hotel we were staying in.

We walked in, and our manager sorted out rooms and handed out keys.

"Becky and Ana in room 184, 5SOS in room 185 and The Janoskians in 186. Go." she ordered.

Becky and I didn't need telling twice. We grabbed our luggage and pulled them over to the elevators, hitting the button for the third floor. There was a short delay as the man on the third floor pressed the button, but as he saw our dishevelled state and annoyed expressions, he said he would get in the next one.

Once we got to our room, I slid the key in the lock and walked in. It was a nice room, but I just needed to pee and sleep.

I walked to the bathroom, tied my hair into a messy bun and peed. I then took off my jumper, combats and shirt, leaving me to sleep in sweats and a tank top.

I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.