Ashton Irwin Imagines

BGM - Hiraeth

I'm here and I'm working on another Michael BGM but I'm stressed and ughhhh

This is short but whatever hello blurb

Ashton:
Ashton hiked his blanket further up his shoulders and twisted around in the small bunk. Across the small hallway he could hear Michael snoring softly, and he envied how easily his friend had drifted off. Sleep should come easy, it was far too early in the morning for him to be awake, especially considering how late he'd turned in and how soon he had to be up. Yet his mind wouldn't settle.

It was near the end of the tour, he was physically exhausted, and even as his his eyelids sealed themselves shut his mind wouldn't settle for sleep. It defied all logic, all reason, but as the rest of the world was dark and silent, his heart and mind called him. They whispered in his ears, telling him of faraway places, sparking a deep longing in his heart for something he's never seen, someplace he doesn't know.

He thought that traveling around the world, seeing all that it had to offer, would quiet them. Give them satisfaction and snuff out that internal ache. It only got worse, the further he got, the more he saw, the emptier he felt. It wasn't enough, he'd seen so much just not where he wanted, needed, belonged.

That's what it was, he wanted to be home, to where he belonged, but not the home he was raised. A home he'd never known, a home that he knew existed but not where.

His heavy eyes that were beginning to hurt from lack of sleep were pried open, forced to stare at the infinite darkness. It was out there, he knew it, he just needed to look harder.

Then he saw it.

A flash of something, an imagine that was gone as soon as it had appeared but burned into his mind all the same.

A girl with long Y/C hair and big Y/C eyes framed by dark lashes. A deep, genuine smile on her lips like he had caught her off guard while laughing. She looked so happy, so young, so alive. His heart sped up and a rush of cool air filled his lungs. That's what he was missing, her. That girl, she was his home, his life, his meaning.

He just had to find her and never let go. Then the deep ache, the yearning, the feeling of incompleteness would end.

His tired, shaky hands felt along the edge of the mattress near the wall until they found where he had tucked away his phone. He knew it would be damn near impossible to find her off of only a single mental image, but he'd be damned if he didn't try.

Boooooooo

Thanks for reading, commenting, and voting!