5SOS New Assistant (C.H. Soul Mate)

-4 Visitation Rights

  While the boys were drinking and Ashton came forward about a harsh heavy truth, making the boys brainstorm a plan, try to convince him all the more she should apply for the position with help from them, so it's a sure win. Also, be with them now more than ever. Ashton kept beating around the bush, trying not to touch the sensitive topic of how she contracted the disease.

  Mikey noticed, but wasn't letting it go. He'll dissect every sentence and surgically handle his words, to be the truth to spill out.  Also, the alcohol helped as they tried getting Ashton to the point where his memories blacked out, so he wouldn't remember he told them.

The following day. .

 
  The girl, the one everyone is so head strong about to bring to them, or go to her. She's hitting a pipe with weed, as the high kicks in, and slumber takes over her she happily drifts off to sleep. She whispers a prayer,
  "Please for one month..make me feel like I'm enough that I deserve good things to happen to me.. miracles.. I've never know where possible.. I just desire to sleep feeling worthy.. and happy.. good dreams.. I'm tired of the black outs in my memory due to my ptsd..."
  She drifts off to a sleep, a blissful one she rarely known.
  *morning*
For the first time in forever she was arisen early,  feeling heavy, and still a bit high due to missing yesterday's meal. It sat uneaten, on a box. She was waiting for her shipment to come in to finally settle in, and get her things in order. Then, she can finally get a puppy for a self deserving Christmas present.
   The doorbell rang, as the other house mates answered it. She thought it was nothing more than a package delivery. Turned out, it was one of the boys. Still alcohol induced, but freshly showered.
   She stared at the ceiling and sat up as a knock sounded on her bedroom door, she tried pushing the heaviness down and foggyness away. She stretched and drank green tea for a quick pick me up.
  "Yeah ?" She responded as she heard her sister's  husband voice call her name.
  "Are you up? There's someone here for you.. a boy.." her sister husband pointed out. "I think you'll like this surprise." He laughed as she unlocked the door and racked her brain to see who could it be.
  She rubbed her eyes and peered them open, a cuteness of sleepiness, innocence, and bed head was what the boy saw.
  "Hello, I have a job proposition for you." Her eyes scanned the boy before her, starting at the feet and top of the head, analyzing his body language, his tone of voice lagging to register in her mind, as the foggyness struggles to leave her mind so she can use her full analytic behaviour mind, also detect intentions and lies.
   So she decided to only respond, when it registered.
   "So I'll leave you to it." Her sisters husband excuse himself, misreading the entirety of the situation thinking that he's a old flame helping.
  "Calum..What are You- nevermind you said that already.. what job proposition?" She invited him into her room, handing him a water and pouring tea into a wolf goblet she always has in her room. She analyzed and sniffed him well, her instincts going hay wire as she narrowed her gaze and went to make a quick toast, but excused herself first.
  "While you gather your thoughts, it seems as if your struggling with yourself on wording. I'm going to make a quick snack.. excuse me for a moment.." She leaned against the island waiting for the bread to toast.
  "Let's see.. todays horoscope  .." she mumbled to herself eyeing the Kuergs, desiring hot chocolate and marshmallows, but homemade with cinnamom, milk, not water. The kind her mom made, she sighed remembering the warmth, as her body imitated the sensations she received when she drank it, closing her eyes imagining her mom by her side. Instead of across the country.
  "Maybe I'll make some..later." She yawned and went to Calum with toast slices, pouring him tea and shoving it in his face, as the smell snapped him back into reality.
   "What's this?" He asked dumb founded.
    "Alcohol solution. Toast, tea, and water. Usually menudo is a quick fix.. Still haven't figured out where to get some already made around here. Miss three brothers tacos.." she mumbled to herself and he reddened with embarrassment. Kindly taking the offer and consuming the items. He noticed a slight dullness in her eyes, as if a unpleasant memory flickered.
   "Thanks." He smiled his goofy grin and ate quietly. She stretched and shivered a bit, her window is open just a crack to not hot box her room. In her sleepy haze she involuntary went towards a source of warmth, and nuzzled her face into a bulging arm clinging to a fabric yawning. Black shirts always absorb the most warmth.
  "What's the proposition? I had a friend whose an alcoholic. It was obvious, the mouth wash scent, hotel bathroom, fresh showered hair, fresh cologne, soapy smell.. hint of alcohol on your breath.. sorta like a new car smell with spelt red wine and champagne.." She asked yawning rubbing her eyes, as Calum unstiffened and smiled. Guess she trust him, body contact off the bat. She realized what she has done, and tensed then relaxed and went fuck it. He's a well known celebrity, he wouldnt try anything awful with her, that ruins his reputation. He's not that kind of guy, either way. Yet her post traumatic experiences are itching and clawing in the back of her mind,  reminding her to fear the male gender and not be so trusting, to be on guard and skeptical. That she said the same thing about the others. .She pushed it down, for it was paranoid due to her schizophrenia as well and not her gut instincts. Those are telling her kind to kindly fuck off and leave her alone.
  "Oh really? Now that's quite interesting you and Mikey will hit it off well." Calum laughed and she smiled as his body shook with laughter. She felt warm and bubbly inside, as he laughed. She always loved making others smile, happy, and laugh .  It's self rewarding that warm fuzziness you feel, when you known you made someone's day a bit brighter.
  "I love hearing people laugh..and seeing them smile.." She looks up with her piercing eyes laced with sleep, she pokes his dimple and giggles to herself. Calum is taken aback and laughs looking around the room.
  "Yet it makes people feel obligated to always smile and laugh, even if fake. It shouldn't be registered that way, but in a way someone loves seeing you happy and enjoying yourself rather than hurt. And if you're hurt you can always go to them so they can cheer you up. Because they love causing smiles and laughs, switching saddened tears to happy ones." She whispered and he set the plate down and cup, as he wrapped an arm around her. She was fighting sleep that much was known. Calum rubbed her back, she was well indeed wise beyond her years. Why can't everyone think like Her? But then again if they did, they'll just be a poor imitation, compared to the real deal which is much more authentic and amazing.
   Her eyes fluttlering to his tattoos tracing them absentmindly. It's like her body was quick to react to him, in tender touches and affection, yet her mind was slow to register, but she was grateful for the fears lagging and dissipating.
   "Man, I feel a bit more sober now. How would you like to be 5 Seconds of Sumer assistant. You go where we go, help us get to places on time, make sure we are where we need to be, manage our contacts, important papers, etc, etc all that hubbabaloo." He let out a stretch, yawn, and asked her as he ran his hands through her short cut up pixie cut hair. His hands froze, as he felt bumps on her scalp, his mind drawing conclusions of worst case scenarious of blunt case trauma.
   "Ashton wouldn't like that.." She yawned when he stretched, she slid down under his arm and now rested on his lap. Her arms feeling like clouds and weak as they slid down not able to wrap around his torso. Her strength hadn't woken up yet. Her body begged sleep and soon so did Calums. He chuckled, at how right she is.
  "Let me handle Ashton.. this way you can get the care you need and have a family who actually will support you and be there. I mean the lads..that is.." He brushed his hand against the back of his neck, that gesture bringing tears to her eyes, remembering an old tormentor and flinched when he tried bringing it back around. She was quick to shoot up sitting stiffly, and analyze his movements, like a deer in headlights. Flight or fight.
  "Woah woah, I didn't mean to make you cry.. I'll talk to Ashton okay .. please don't cry.. awe.. What's wrong?" He asked trying to comfort her, but there it was again the flinch. He recoiled himself, and slowly moved, smiling, showing comfort in his tone and sincerity. She quickly wiped it away, looking away and smiled. All she said was..
  "Ptsd.."