Cashton- 3 Days

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authors note sorrY

so I'm coming home from school you know you the ushe and I find my cashton one shot deleted. Like poof GONE. you do not even wanna know how pissed I was. I worked on it for a long time and it was like no where.

soooooo tHANK THE FUCKING LORD THAT I FOR SOME REASON HAD IT ON COPY AND PASTE ON MY IPAD LIKE YU DONT EVEN KNOW THE EMOTIONS IM FEELING I THOUGHT IT WAS GONE FOREVER

so here is a repost of cashton :)

but bad news does come from this I was like halfway done with a one shot of cake but that one got deleted so I'm currently sobbing into a pillow and yeah double authors note hooray for you :3

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Hi guys (: sorry I pretty much suck at uploading fast. School starts on monday and I'm trying to redeem the microscopic amount of socializing I have left in me.

So yeah, someone requested a cashton one shot and I am here to write a damn cashton one shot.

And okay I hope you like it u guess or don't lol ZERRIE


oh and I got writers block at the end and it sucks so sorry yeah BYE

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Calum's POV

It started on Monday.

The boys and I were finished with what seemed like an endless amount of concerts. The Take Me Home tour worked wonders for our band, already leaving Luke and our band account at one million Twitter followers.

We were heading to a small house where we would stay for the weeks to come. The four of us finished our usual bedtime routines, brushing our teeth, taking a shower, as we always did. The constant traveling had left me beat, running on adrenaline 99% of the time. I headed up the stairs to my shared room with Ashton.

None of us were bothered by the fact that we shared rooms, or beds for that matter. We were family now, things like this were completely normal. I untucked the neatly made bed sheets, and pretty much collapsed on the bed. Like I said, I was beat. The door opened, revealing an equally exhausted Ashton. I smiled at him, too tired to move my mouth and form words. He seemed to get my gist, nodding and smiling back. He climbed in bed next to my half- asleep body, wrapping his arms around my waist. His breathing turned even, showing he was already asleep. I smiled, drifting away with him. I couldn't help but feel a low tingling where his arms touched my stomach. But considering I was basically asleep, I could've been dreaming.

Tuesday was all the same.

I slipped my shirt over my head and ruffled my hair, making it look not as terrible. We were off for the next few weeks, the other leg of the tour not starting for a while. Michael and Luke decided to go bowling before I had woken up, Michael's scrawled handwriting stating they would be back around 3. That would leave myself and Ashton.

I looked around for him, stopping when I heard the shower running. Ashton was singing, he had a great voice. His drumming skills are unexplainable, but his singing was just as nice. I heard the water shut off and his singing stopped. I walked over and sat on the bed. He opened the door and stepped into the room, jumping when he saw me sitting there.

His towel was hanging loosely around his waist. Dangerously low, I might add. I felt myself staring at his midsection, though for what reason I didn't have a clue.

"Shit man, sorry 'bout that." I jerked my head up to him and put on the most nonchalant face I could muster.

" 'Sno big deal, Ash. Don't worry about it." He smiled gratefully at me, and I smiled back cautiously. I got off the bed, leaving almost immediately. When I had reached the living room, my mind reeled over and over what had just happened. I knew it wasn't a big deal, we had seen each other thousands of times like this. We always changed in front of one another. I mentally t ttold myself to calm down, figuring I was just tired. But one thought wouldn't escape my mind.

Why did I want to see more?

Wednesday I had an answer.

We were going golfing today. I had been a few times, so had Luke. Michael and Ashton however have only gone mini-golfing, which Michael insisted was golf for smaller people. We pulled into the store and settled on just the driving range. The lady at the cashier offered us clubs and tees. All of us got to the range, dumping the golf balls onto the green. Luke took the first swing, he was the best of all of us. It landed away from any trees or sand, a perfect swing. Next was me, mine landing a foot behind Luke's.

Michael was up next, his ending up bouncing, hitting a tree, and landing in a sand pit. He cheered for himself, too. I rolled my eyes and looked at Ashton. Luke and Michael had gone to get the golf balls, leaving me with Ashton. He bit his lip.

"Cal, I can't swing this club. I have shit for aim!" I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"Ash, it's really not that bad. C'mere, I'll help." He came over and I handed him a club. He took it and lined it up with the ball. I came up behind him, cautiously putting my arms around him and holding his club with him. The same feeling came in my stomach from the other night, tingling my body. I helped him swing, and at the same time his bum brushed my front. I stiffened. I knew it was an accident, but what I felt surely wasn't. I knew for sure now, and no matter how hard I tried to brush it away, I was positive it was true.

I had feelings for Ashton.

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"Ash, can I talk to you?" I gulped heavily. I had gone 2 weeks of pure torture, 2 weeks of feeling these sparks and not acting on it. I couldn't last a second longer. I had to tell him.

"Sure Caly, what's up?" He smiled his gorgeous smile, making me melt inside. I gulped again and went to sit beside him on the bed.

"Uhm, just promise you won't hate me, that'd be great." I muttered quietly. He furrowed his eyebrows, yet nodded. He looked as if he didn't want to interrupt my thoughts, and I mentally thanked him for that.

"I... I think I'm gay, Ashton. No wait, maybe Bi. Yeah I think Bi is more like it." I shivered and looked up at him, scared on how he might react. He gave me a small smile and gestured me to go on.

Okay, wasn't expecting that. "And that's not all, really. Uh, oh god I should've thought about how to say this because I didn't think you would react that and Jesus Christ I'm rambling-" he chuckled and scooted closer to me, his arms gently holding my neck.

"Calum, you have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to finally say that." He smiled, and it was now my turn to look confused. "Calum.. I think I'm in love with you. No, I know I am. Ever since you let me join the band." I gasped. Ashton loved me. Someone loved me.

"I think I love you too Ashton, baby."

And that's all it took. 3 days, 3 simple days of wondering why I had those feelings when I did. 3 days to figure out my brother, my bandmate, my best friend, was my soulmate.

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