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36. You ask him to sing you to sleep

Ashton:

You were nine months pregnant and ready to pop. You were done with being pregnant, you hated it even though you were told that everything would be worth it in the end.

With the big baby bump and the baby kicking you couldn't get to sleep. Ashton came home to you crying at the kitchen counter, scooping another spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth. He immediately came to your side and rubbed circles into your skin where you were doing that before. You leaned your forehead against his chest and silently cried.

"Can you sing us to sleep?" You asked him. "He only stops kicking when he hears your voice, so will you please sing us to sleep?"

Ashton nodded and picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bedroom and tucking you into bed, the bump protruding under the duvet. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then the bump.

"What should I sing?"

You sighed. "You can pick."

And so he began to sing one of the older 5sos songs, the lyrics to Wherever You Are falling from his lips.

Michael:

You were back home from war. When you turned eighteen, you decided you wanted to defend other people, your country, so you decided to join the U.S. Army. When you returned home for the first time, you met Michael. He was on tour with his band and he fell for you real fast.

You had been deployed for the first time since you and Michael had started dating and the things you had seen were absolutely horrendous.

You were home again, safe and sound in Michaels arms. Or so you thought. Every night, nightmares came to taunt you, leaving you with sleepless nights. At some point, you broke down and you wanted to sleep so bad but you were afraid the nightmares came back.

"Can you sing me to sleep?" You asked Michael with teary eyes.

He nodded and kissed your hair, rocking you back and forth in his arms. "Of course I will."

You fell asleep listening to his amazing voice singing to you.

Calum:

"I missed you." You told Calum sleepily.

He was back from tour and you couldn't have been happier to see him again after such a long time being apart from each other. It had been an uneventful couple of months while he was away.

"I missed you, too." He smiled and leaned down to peck your lips sweetly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed happily.

"I'm really happy you're back." You put your head on his chest again, listening to his heartbeat as he ran his hands through your hair. "While you were away I had a lot of moments where I wanted to share something with you so badly but you weren't there. Now I can do that again and I'm really happy you're back, Calum."

"I love you, Y/N." He stared down at you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. The little bass shaped earrings he'd given you a few years before were still in their rightful place.

"I love you, too, Calum." You pecked his lips once more and then cuddled into him. "Can you sing me a song to get me to sleep?"

He nodded and sang your favorite part of your song. "So you can keep me, inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, holding me closer til our eyes meet, you won't ever be alone. Wait for me to come home."

Luke:

You had been tossing and turning for about three hours now. Luke woke up an hour ago - which you didn't notice yet - and felt you moving around on the bed.

"Y/N, will you lie still please?" He asked you quite annoyed.

You shrieked. "What the Hell, Luke? How long have you been awake?"

"An hour, I think." He turned around and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. "You woke me up."

"I'm sorry." You apologized. "I just can get to sleep."

"What's wrong?" He asked you, kissing your forehead a few times.

You didn't know. You just couldn't get to sleep once you woke up and it was tiring you. You only got about three hours of sleep each night, but hid it very well for Luke to not notice.

Frozen was right after all; conceal, don't feel, don't let them know.

"Will you sing to me?" You asked him, pleading with your eyes. All you wanted was a few more hours of sleep.

"Of course, babe." He got out of bed and picked up his guitar, sitting down at the end and strumming the strings. "You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking, falling onto my knees. And now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches..."