chapter IV; ashton
once he hear calum's light snores and he see his breathing even out, he takes his first deep breath for the night and relaxes. he then rolls over so his back faces calum's, so hopefully his phones screen won't be so bright near him.
but then again then calum is so passed out cold that it doesn't even matter what ashton does at this point. calum isn't going to wake up anytime soon.
so now he searches all of instagram and twitter seeing if any pictures or tweets were posted of the nights events, luckily from what he found none were shared. then unfortunately, the dreaded tabloids. he checked with his inside sources as well as the quick publications of many of the most popular media companies, again, nothing. lastly, he texts one of his good friends and their main publicist explaining the current situation as asking him to call him immediately if anything pops up. it's a few seconds before he gets a quick confirmation and an apology for how ashton's night was being spent. but with a relived mind and a clear conscious, he then takes a step back and thinks about his best friend laying beside him.
ashton found calum sprawled out on his leather couch with powders in his nose and pills littered along the glass coffee table. he's only assuming it was cocaine and ecstasy, but at this point he's never sure what calum takes. ashton stopped doing all the hard drugs years ago, after the rolling stones article came out. but calum never got to the same point as him.
he thinks about going and clearing the house, and cleansing it of people, drugs, and alcohol, but he's too afraid to leave calum alone. he doesn't know if he'll throw up, stop breathing, or wake up hyperventilating so he does his best to push out those thoughts and focus on the boy next to him. besides, the more he thinks about it calum probably won't wake up until 1 in the afternoon tomorrow, so he'll deal with it in the morning.
so all ashton gets to do is lay there, staring at the ceiling until it finally registers in his mind.
ashton genuinely thought calum was getting better.
he thought he was using healthier ways to cope with his addictions, because calum never talked about his parties anymore. he never mentions the cravings or that want to get high anymore. no one ever tells him about this lifestyle anymore, and his only guess is because he doesn't partake in it anymore.
however, then it's time for the guilt to set in.
why was calum doing this again? what was he going through this time? is he getting over someone or something? why is he more in the dark about calum than ever before? where did he go wrong? why didn't he notice the signs earlier?
the questions race through his mind, and they are really starting to make both his heart and head ache, so he decides he can get all of the questions answered tomorrow, but for now he tucks himself into the covers and tries to get some rest before he has to face the dreaded aftermath of what happened earlier today. he can only hope things will become better.
okay again iM sOrRy this was so short
i've realized when i don't have dialogue it's really hard to make it longer bc ya know there is only so much inner thinking a person can do without it becoming redundant and boring
but ya again thanks for sticking around glad y'all are reading lol
love ya lots x
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