"Fuck, it's freezing out there." I walk back into mine and Steph's hotel room. The jet lag is real, people. There I was at 2 am, standing on our balcony looking out at the view of London.
"No shit, Sherlock." Steph looked up at me, from her laptop. "It's England and it's the middle of the night." I climbed into her bed, and snuggled up to her. "Oh, my god. Don't touch me, you peasant."
"You know you love me." I wrap my arms tightly around her.
"You wish." She snorted, and I pressed my lips to her cheek. "Ew, germs!" She shrieked. I shushed her, and threw myself back on her bed. I emerged into my phone, whilst Steph stayed glued to her laptop. I go to my contacts and scroll down to my mom's number. It's 2:34am here in London, which makes it 6:34pm of yesterday back in LA. Hey, oh my god. I'm from the future. I decided to call her anyway.
"What are you doing awake?" Was the first thing she says, and I just.. I love you too, mom.
"Jet lag. I miss you."
"Already?" She asked, and I'm not sure if I was supposed to feel this offended. "I thought you'd be glad to be away for a while."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm getting there." I cringed at how wrong that sounded. She chuckled and I smiled at the sound. I heard something in the background and furruwed my eyebrows in confusion.
"Mom?" I ask, still listening intently.
"Lindsey?"
"Do you people over?" I asked a little shocked.
"Uh," She trailed off.
"I can hear their voices."
"Well, maybe a few." She admitted.
"You really couldn't wait to get me out of the house." I can't begin to explain how insulted this makes me feel.
"It's not like that. I love you."
"Yeah, sure. I love you too." I mumbled.
We decided to hang up, and honestly I was a little pissed. I wonder if the boys are awake too. I decided to log in to my twitter. I signed out, since the day of the interview, I am still afraid to log in.
My phone started to blow up, before it was finished opening my profile. Fuck. Something told me not to go through my notifications. I have 81k?! I had like 900, last time I checked. My profile wasn't a complete fan account. It was like my personal, but I did post and retweet a lot of band related things. I went through my feed, not much has changed. I opened my notifications and just scrolled through, taking my time to try and look at all of them.
There were pictures of us basically EVERYWHERE. Pictures of us sitting in Starbucks, at the amusement park, having breakfast in the hotel after that game of truth or dare and oh, my god, at the airport yesterday. It seemed they were more focused on me and Steph, than they were focused on the boys. Most of them where zoomed in to show Ashton holding my hand, or how Michael had his hand on Steph's back, or the look on our faces when we were bombarded with the mob of fans and comparing us to pictures of animals. There were pictures from mine and Steph's instagram, and, like why?! A few of the comments were relatively nice or not really directed at us, while the rest was just pure hate.
@gottalovelxke: @ashton5sos @lindseeyy_13 are you two dating?
@cxlumbae: @lindseeyy_13 and @steph_is_crazy arE GOALS!!
@jesuslucas: @lindseeyy_13 @steph_is_crazy desperate much?
@asht0nsdrxms: @luke5sos @ashton5sos @michael5sos @calum5sos @lindseeyy_13 @steph_is_crazy more groupies? Really?
@babymikey: @steph_is_crazy @lindseeyy_13 ew wtf
I can't say that I'm not hurt, but in all fairness, I should off seen this coming. I continued to scroll, my self esteem disappearing with every tweet. Don't do it. Don't you dare reply to them. I can't help it.
@lindseeyy_13: "@kiismeashtxn: @ashton5sos @lindseeyy_13 you can do so much better ash" I guess
@lindseeyy_13: "@justa5sosfan: @lindseeyy_13 slut" thanks
@lindseeyy_13: "@mxkeislxfe: @lindseeyy_13 ew." I know, I'm sorry.
My heart was completely shattered. I skipped all the people telling me to die, afraid of what I might say. I won't cry. Don't you dare cry, Lindsey!
I jumped when somebody knocked on our door. It's 3am, what the fuck? Steph groaned and got up. I sat up and watched her, who in God's name would be here at this hour. Probably a few kids, thinking that they're rebels, running around the hotel.
"Lindsey?!"
"Ashton?" I guess they were awake after all.
"Don't do it." He walked over to me, just in a pair of sweatpants.
"What?" I looked at him confused.
"Dude, it's three in the morning, what the hell?" Steph whined.
"Don't answer them. Just ignore them." He kneeled down next to me. Oh. That's why he's here. I looked at Steph, just staring at us like we were insane.
"It's not that easy." I drop my eyes to the floor.
"Can someone please fill me in, here?" Steph asked sounding as frustrated as she looked.
"She was replying to the hate she's getting on twitter." He said in one breath. Steph looked at me, like she was encouraging me. "Don't let it get to you." He grabbed my face, making me look at him.
"Fine." I huff.
"Promise me." His tone was stern.
"I promise I won't acknowledge them again." I say, almost mockingly. He just kept staring at me. "Dude, you're creeping me out." I chuckle nervously.
"Okay." He brought his face up to mine, and kissed me. He deepened the kiss, despite Steph's disgusted remarks. He pulled away after a few seconds and made his way back to our door. "See you guys later." He called out, before closing the door behind him. Steph locked the door and came back, throwing herself on the bed, ignoring her laptop.
"What?" I asked after she just layed there looking at me.
"I would've answered them too." She smiled.
"I know." I smiled back at her. "I know you." We stayed like that and talked for a while, and watched YouTube videos on her laptop.
"Omg, I love Danny." I laugh at their stupidity.
"I know right, and Paul, oh my god." She basically drooled. I yawned as the video ended. The sun was beginning to rise, and we were now getting sleepy. She turned off the laptop and we curled up under the warm sheets.
"Good morning." I say to her, seeing that it is actually dawn already.
"Good morning." She replied sleepily. My phone vibrated before I drifted off to sleep. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I fumbled with this stupid device. A new text, probably mom saying goodnight. No, it wasn't mom.
Ashton: I don't care what they say. You're perfect to me.
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