Calum woke up an hour later, to Ashton's chest pressed against his, and Ashton peacefully sleeping as his own arms were placed over the smaller boys waist. Calum smiled, lacing a hand in the honey blonde hair. He was careful not to wake the boy, attempting get comfortable again himself. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable, it was more that Ashton had fallen to sleep on his arm and it had started tingling. So as Ashton slept and Calum smiled fondly as he repositioned softly, maybe Ashton's mother took a sneaky photo and smiled wide and fondly the two teenagers lay peacefully.
