Who Knew? // 5SOS [ #Wattys 2015 ]

Chapter 9

I was awoken by two strong hands shaking me gently. I shot up and my shaky breathing then became heavy. I was sweaty and tears were streaming down my face. I felt the body that was in my room climb underneath the covers with me.

"What happened?" Michael said as I cuddled up to his chest. I tried to steady my breath.

"I heard you scream and thrash around in your bed." Michael continued. Of course he heard me, his rooms the closest to mine.

"I had another nightmare." I sighed, thankful I had finally calmed down.

"Wait, you have had multiple?" Michael asked as he put his cheek on the top of my head.

"Yeah, it's a recurring nightmare." I whispered, I just want to go back to sleep.

"What is it about?" Michael pried at my fragile mind.

"The car crash," I spoke. He thought for a minute then grabbed my chin, lifting my face to line up with his. He gently kissed my nose then pulled me up into his chest.

I felt safe in the boys' arms, like they can hide me away and save me from the harsh reality there is. I could feel Michael's breaths on the top of my head. I closed my eyes and drifted off.

. . .

"Lauren!" I woke up to Ashton's voice as my door swung open. I couldn't see who it was because Michael's body was in the way but I had a guess it was Ashton. I looked up at Michael whose eyes were now fluttering open. He released his grip and turned around, I sat up on my elbow to see that it was Ashton. He had a very confused look on his face.

"So that's where Michael is." Calum said as he walked in behind Ashton. Michael stood up, yawned and stretched, then shuffled out of the room and Calum followed close behind.

"What the hell was he doing in here?" Ashton asked. He seemed pretty pissed.

"I had another nightmare and he came and comforted me." My voice came out lower than a whisper, Ashton's harsh tone scaring me. His face softened immediately at my tone and words.

"Sorry, and one more question. What did he do to you on his night?" He asked, a gleam of worry in his eye.

"He-" I was cut off by Luke calling Ashton.

"This conversation will be finished." He said as he exited my room, closing the door on his way out. Talking about nights reminded me that tonight is Luke, the last boy.

I sighed, running my hand through my bangs, pushing them away from my face. I stood up and walked out of my room and into the bathroom. I stripped of my pjs and walked into the warm shower.

When I got out I wrapped a towel around my thin body, walking out and into my room. I put on a sports bra and then a white slightly see through shirt that had a floral "87" across it and blue opaque half sleeves. I put on ripped jean short shorts, tucking the front part of my shirt in a little.

I tugged on my sleeve a little, pulling it off my shoulder and having it hang down my arm. I walked out of my room and downstairs to hear Ashton yelling at someone.

"What the fuck! You can't just sleep in the same bed!" He screamed.

"I was comforting her! She was scared!" Michael yelled back.

"At least I didn't ha-" I was tired of this so I walked into view, stopping Ashton from speaking.

"Hi!" He smiled like he wasn't just arguing with Michael.

"Stop Ash, I heard you two arguing. Everything's fine, we just cuddled at night nothing else." I clarified. Ashton's fake smile fell down back into a frown.

"He still can't sleep with you! It wasn't his night!" He growled at me. Damn, I don't like this Ashton.

"He didn't have a choice! I asked him to and he happily obliged." I stuck up for Michael. Aston huffed and stormed away. Moody ass. Michael smiled at me then walked away himself. I walked into the kitchen to get food.

Michael is just like Ashton and Calum, trustworthy. If Luke pulls a stunt like the three of them I might throw a hissy fit. I'm happy they're not raping me but what's that going to turn out like? Am I going to go back to my dad!? I don't want that!

I fixed myself a sandwich then went and sat on the couch, iPod in hand.

I had finished my sandwich and put the plate on the coffee table, going back on Instagram. I didn't post much, mostly followed and looked at my feed. I kicked my feet up on the couch and got comfortable.

After a few minutes I felt a body plop next to me. I looked up from my iPod and saw Ashton. I sighed and stood up, grabbing my plate and walking into the kitchen.

I heard Ashton groan and heavy footsteps get closer. He came into the kitchen and leaned on the counter.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Seriously? You got pissy at me so I got pissy at you and I now hate moody Ashton." I said like it was obvious.

"I was protecting you!" He said in defense.

"I don't need to be protected from Michael!" I yelled back. He gave me a confused look but brushed it off.

"Are you PMSing?" He questioned, his voice a lot lower.

"No. What the fuck!? You don't ask me that!" I got irritated.

"Just so you know, we got the female products and they're under your sink." He said. I let out a loud sigh and walked away from him.

While I was in my pissy state and I was storming up the stairs, about to head into my room, I bumped into a body and fell to the floor.

"Sorry, Love!" Luke exclaimed as he stuck his hand out for me to take. I took it and he pulled me up to my feet. He brought his mouth down to my ear. Me being 5'3" that's a ways down.

"You won't be the only one down tonight." He whispered then walked away, leaving me in a daze.