5SOS oneshots

love? mashton

Hello again! I just wanna say thank you so fkn much for all the reads on this, I never even thought I'd get past 10 if I'm being honest.

I love you guys more than pizza (which is alot)

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Ashton's pov

I lay awake with my head on Michael's chest, drumming my fingers softly on his stomach to a beat in my head. The light snores leaving his mouth causing his nose to scrunch ever so slightly - he looks like a kitten while he's sleeping, it's adorable.

You're so in love, Ashton.

Love? I can't be in love! We've only been together for a little over a month!

But you've known him for years, who says you didn't love him before you got together?

How do you even know when you're in love? I haven't been in love before, so I don't know what it feels like, but if it feels anything like I'm feeling right now, then I wouldn't mind this so called 'love' sticking around.

I glance at the small digital clock beside the bed. 7:15 AM. Remind me again why I'm up so early?

You couldn't stop thinking about the boy sleeping next to you.

Oh, yeah.

Told you, you're in love.

Sometimes I hate my mind, it just interrupts me randomly. I think I'm crazy, I mean, does anyone else's mind have a conversation with them? Didn't think so.

My thinking was soon interrupted by a shouting Michael.

"NO, ASH PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME, I LOVE YOU, PLEASE STAY, ASH PLEASE, I LOVE YOU, NO!"

I sat up and straddled my body over his, pressing us together, hugging him tightly to my body.

"Shhh, Mikey, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." I whisper in his ear.

He calms a bit, but is still whimpering my name, the tears streaming down his face. I kiss his forehead, then his nose, then I press my lips to his softly, gently bringing him back down to earth, bringing him back to me, then pulling away and burying my head in his neck, not letting go.

"Ash?" He sounds so broken, it pulls at my heart strings.

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For this. For being with me. For staying."

"Oh, Mikey. You don't have to thank me for that. I'm always here alright?" He nods, sniffling slightly.

"Did you mean it?" I ask.

"Mean what?"

"When you said you loved me."

He looks into my eyes, nodding. "I love you, Ashton Fletcher Irwin, so much."

I felt tears well in my eyes as I got off him and walked into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. I put my hands on the vanity and stared at myself in the mirror, quickly looking down at my hands as I felt the tears begin to fall.

I soon felt two familiar, warm arms wrap around me and a chin rest on my shoulder.

"What's wrong, baby?"

I shook my head, "it's noth-nothing."

"It can't be nothing, you're crying."

"You love me," I spoke, barely a whisper.

"I do, why does that make you sad?"

"No one's ever loved me before."

More tears started to fall as Michael turned me around and picked me up, sitting me on the cool marble and standing between my legs, looking up at me.