5SOS imagines

Ashton; I love you too.

"I'll see you after then?"

"Yeah. Fine." Your voice came out all flat. Ashton, your beloved boyfriend, was going out to write some songs with his band, consisting of Luke, Calum and Mikey. You knew that it was important but it would mean Ash would be out all day. You hated how that made you sound: all needy and slightly desperate, but you couldn't help it.

You and Ash had only just moved in together and you were loving having him around all the time. He treated you exactly right, always being able to feel what you felt, think what you were thinking. He was also really sensitive and kind. Everything you loved in a guy.

You felt muscly arms slide around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"What's wrong, baby?" You heard Ashton's voice and struggled on what to say. You weren't going to stop him from going; that would be so horribly selfish and mean.

"Oh, nothing, don't worry. So, what are you writing for?" You smoothed over the problem, making sure your voice was back to its normal tone.

"Second album and next couple of EPs. We will probably have to do half a day tomorrow too. Is that alright?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah, that's...that's fine. Are all four of you going to write today?" You hold onto his warm hands, swaying slightly from side to side. You lean into him. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you feel completely relaxed, completely yourself. These are the moments that you love, the ones that you associated with Ashton. His arms were so muscular, but incredibly comforting, and they could say what one thousand words could not.

"Yeah, we are all writing today. We sort of wrote half a song the other day, when we were all...kind of...drunk, but I think we will try to expand on that, if possible."

"You guys got drunk?" You turn round, still holding Ash, and look into his eyes.

"Why do you look so surprised? Cal and Mike are drunk half their lives." Ash chuckles and so do you.

"No, I meant which night were you drunk-songwriting?"

"Oh, Wednesday, yeah." Ash looks at his watch and you lean into his chest once more. "Oh, damnit, I should have left ten minutes ago. Oh well, it was worth it to talk to you!" You kiss briefly before he jogs out of the door and into the car.

"I'll be back about ten, ok? Don't bother about waiting up if you don't want to. See you later!!" You smile and close the door as he drives off. Come on, you are strong, you can do this Y/N. You will see him soon enough.

You were definitely going to wait up until he came back.

You were sometimes like their manager; the band's, that is. You would do some of the vast amount of paperwork every now and again and you would sometimes help the ACTUAL manager arrange shows and things like that. You had always enjoyed Maths and watched The Apprentice every week so you liked business and accounts (well, you mainly watched The Apprentice to diss them all but hey ho).

You had nothing better to do so you decided to power through some of the paperwork that had to be done at some point. You liked to feel as if you had helped the band in some way and since you couldn't play any instruments and couldn't sing for toffee, this was your way.

Sometimes you also liked to think that this was your way of thanking for everything; he did so much for you. You wanted him to be able to do what he loved and liked to help him achieve his dream. Obviously, you bought him things and took him out as well, but you always felt like there was more to be thankful for. He made you feel so happy and that was something no one else could do; not in the same way.

You switched on your laptop and surfed through your inbox. You hated checking your emails because there was always so much spam and rubbish. The band's manager was quite often sending you 'optional' paperwork...however, if you hadn't done it she would flip. You didn't mind though; it gave you something to do.