Love on Tour [5SOS]

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Chapter 2

By the time I had packed all my bags and tried to sleep with all the excitement I had within me, I didn't end up falling asleep until about 3 in the morning, and we had to wake up around 5-5:15 in the morning. So I didn't get as much sleep as I would've loved to. Luckily, I knew I was able to sleep on the plane for a long time, because it was a long flight. All I had to get through was the car ride, getting our luggage checked in, security, and waiting to board.

I was woken up to someone slowly rubbing my arm and quietly saying my name. I woke up, peacefully for once. I looked up at them once I was fully aware of my surroundings, and jolted up. They backed away quickly, scared. It was Ashton.

"What's wrong?!" He asked, panicked. 

"You've never seen me like this! Get out!" I whisper yelled. He just laughed. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What are you laughing at? I know I looked fucked up, but really? To go as far as laughing, that's just plain rude!" I said, somewhat sarcastically.

He just shook his head. "Do you not remember last tour? We spent a lot of time together, and I guess you forgot about the nights you slept over and looked just like this?"

I remembered. "Yeah well, I had some makeup on when that happened."

"Yeah, well you looked beautiful then, just like you do now." 

"Okay Ash, lets not be cheesy this early in the morning, huh?" I said with a smile. I knew my face was turning red, so I turned around to make my bed. As I finished, he was still standing there, staring at me. 

"If you want a picture of me, I have plenty to give you." I said.

He laughed. "Yeah. I have plenty of pictures of you, so you don't need to worry." There was a moment of silence.

"ASHTON! DID YOU WAKE UP GRUMPY?!" I heard Michael yell from down the hall. 

"YEAH!" He yelled back.

"Michael told you to wake me up?" I asked, shocked. 

"Yeah, he said you'd kick him in the balls and he had to wake up the others, and I was already up so he just asked me to."

"Ah okay, I see. Well don't just stand there, help me get my shit downstairs." I said.

"I will if you give me a kiss."

"I haven't even brushed my teeth, so there's no way." I said. 

"Raincheck?" He asked.

"Yeah sure, now lets go.” I said, somewhat ignoring his question.

He grabbed the heaviest bags and brought them down the stairs. I brought the others down and told him I was going to run upstairs to shower, brush my teeth, etc. Once I was done, I went back downstairs and grabbed a bagel to warm up for breakfast. My mom and dad were sitting in the kitchen. My dad reading the newspaper and my mom reading some magazine with the band on it. I guess once the bagel popped out of the toaster, they realized someone was downstairs.