Ashton Irwin Imagines

BSM - Woke Up In Calum's Room

Woke up in Ja- nvm this is a suitable alternative

Ashton:  
It was seven thirty-seven in the morning and you were blissfully asleep, completely dead to the world. Outside, the birds were chirping and the sun was just beginning it's slow ascent into the sky, leaving streaks of color across the clouds. Inside, Calum was snoring loudly right into your ear, and nearly suffocating you with his oversized frame draped across yours. It was quite a surprise that you didn't wake up, Ashton was actually a little concerned when he saw the two of you like that. Mostly because he, like any reasonable person, assumed that you would be uncomfortable. This, along with his overriding desire to keep you safe, was why he had tracked your phone to his friends house at seven thirty-seven in the morning, and used his house key, that was really more intended for emergencies or to drop by when Calum wasn't home than to barge in unannounced, to allow himself in and search the house until he found you.

He supposed it was a little cute, Calum's messy hair was sticking up in every direction and he was drooling a little bit on his pillow in between snores. His right side was the one on top of you, like you had been resting your head on his bicep at one point, but sometime in the night Calum had rolled completely over you, pinning you under him instead. Ashton supposed he should be happy that if that was what had happened you weren't in a headlock and gotten choked out in the middle of the night. No, you looked happy enough, asleep soundly on your back with Calum's arm laying across your chest.

He wondered if he should wake you up or let you be. He had been worried when you hadn't gone home last night. He knew Calum was throwing a party but he had turned in early and gone home while you stayed. It made sense that you hadn't returned home as nobody you would've known could've been in their right mind, but it still worried Ashton just the tiniest bit, no matter how much he trusted Calum, and how good friends the two of you were, to leave you alone with him while the two of you were drunk and surrounded by other drunk people. In fact, when he woke up, and was no longer intoxicated, he felt really rather bad for not taking you with him. It was guilt and worry that led him to be standing over you then.

Only you were perfectly safe and perfectly content. Ashton decided that he should just leave and let the two of you wake up organically. You didn't have to know he was ever there or ever worried, and he could have a relaxing morning by himself until Calum got fed up and returned you. He had already began to think of all he could begin to work on when he turned to leave, work out at home while getting to pick the TV show, make whatever he wanted for breakfast, sit in the silence and take a deep breath. It all sounded so enticing. Ashton was so wrapped up in his own mind he didn't notice Michael, who had rolled out from under Calum's bed while having a particularly intense dream about being an armadillo. So in his haste to leave, he kicked Michael, who immediately woke up screeching like the way he thought armadillos did, which had you and Calum rocketing up from bed like there was a fire.

"What- WHAT?" Ashton hadn't noticed before, but Calum wasn't wearing sweatpants like he'd assumed, but was sleeping only in his boxers.

"WHO'S THERE?" You screamed. And to Ashton's surprise, you weren't wearing pants either, only one of Calum's t-shirts over your undergarments. Suddenly, he didn't feel so bad about accidentally waking you up.

"Me," your brother responded calmly. He looked down at Michael, who was still on the floor and looking terribly hung over, "and Michael."

"Bro," Calum was squinting at the minuscule amount of light filtering through his blinds, "not that I don't love you and all, but why are you in my room at-" he turned his gaze toward his alarm clock and squinted a little bit more, "seven forty A.M.?"

"Actually I came for my sister," he stuck his thumb over at you, who thankfully didn't look nearly as hungover as his friends, "who is wearing more of your clothes than her own."