One minute you’re sitting around your family’s dinner table and the next thing you know someone is barging through the door and holding a gun to your head. You try and scream out for Calum, but no matter how loud you scream all that comes out is a whisper. You beg your captor to let you go, and to please not hurt you, but he smacks your temple with his gun knocking you unconscious. You can hear Calum calling out to you, but your body feels like it has weights holding you down. Your body begins to shake and you begin to think you’re dying as you see a small light shining; you begin to walk towards the light when suddenly you’re shaken awake by Calum, the light shining from the bathroom letting you notice the concerned expression on his face.
“Finally, you’re awake!” He exclaims, wrapping you in his arms.
“What?” You ask, cuddling closer to his chest to steal some of his body heat.
“You were thrashing around and whimpering, but I couldn’t seem to wake you up.” He explains.
“Y-yeah.” You stutter, the nightmare you just woke up from slowly coming back to your mind.
“What happened, baby?” He coos, putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your temple softly.
“I-I was just sitting at the dinner table, and suddenly a man came in and held a gun to my head, but no matter how much I screamed it wouldn’t come out as more than a squeak, and I was so scared I’d never see you again.” Tears escapw your eyes as you finish the last part.
“Oh, Y/N.” He whispers, pulling your head against his chest, his heartbeat calming you slightly; he tilts your head up, so you can see his eyes. “You know I’d do everything in my power to protect you, right? I love you so much, and I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
You nod, burying your face against his chest again. Calum pulls you down slightly, so you’re head is laying on his chest; he pulls the duvet over the both of you, kissing your forehead.
“You’re alright, baby girl. I’ve got you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. My arms will always be a safe place for you.”
You feel the tears begin to burn in your eyes as you see Ashton making out with another girl. You want to march over there and put him in his place, because who the hell does he think he is? How could he ever do this to you? You’re engaged for pete’s sake! You try so hard to move your feet, but it’s like you’re glued to the cement. You try and call out to him, scream at him, anything, but nothing comes out of your throat. You begin to crumple to the ground, sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk as you see Ashton with his hand on the small of the other girl’s back as he directs her inside of the hotel the two of you were staying at. You can’t believe he doesn’t even have the decency to cheat at another hotel. You try screaming again and again, but still nothing comes out. Everyone walks past you as if you don’t even exist, and you continue to sob as you wish the ground would just open up and swallow you whole. You suddenly hear Ashton calling your name over and over again, but see no one in sight. The whole street is completely bare, and you can’t seem to find him. You’re jolted awake as Ashton has you in his arms, rubbing your hair softly. You blink a few times, taking in your surroundings; a sigh of relief leaves your lungs as you realize it was just a nightmare, but as you begin to think about it silent tears slowly fall down your flushed cheeks.
“Hey now, what’s wrong pretty girl?” Ashton asks, holding you tighter in his arms.
You shake your head and mumble a quick “nothing.”
Ashton sighs, lifting your body, so you’re sitting on his lap facing him. You avoid his gaze as he runs his thumb along your cheek.
“Princess, what’s wrong? You seemed like you were having a pretty bad nightmare.”
“I’m fine.” You answer, looking down at your lap.
“Y/N, I know when you’re lying. Come on, it’s me. You know you can tell me anything.” He reassures, tilting your chin, your eyes meet his pleading ones. “Talk to me.”
“I-I had a nightmare that you were cheating on me.” You mumble.
“Wh-what?” He asks incredulously.
“Don’t make me say it again.” You mutter, turning your attention to your lap once again.
“You don’t really think I’d do that to you do you?” He asks, sadness lacing his tone.
“No, but I’m afraid one day you’re going to get bored of me, and you’ll realize that you deserve so much better! I mean, what if one day you just wake up and see me and you’re just like “ew, why did I ever marry her?” and you leave me for som-“
Ashton quickly cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours feverishly, he places his hand behind your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Don’t ever, and I mean ever, think I would leave you for someone else. I love you and only you. I asked you to marry me, Y/N, and I understood what that meant when I asked you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Every morning when I wake up, and I see you next to me, your hair a complete rat’s nest, a few eye boogers, and yes even your morning breath; I still can’t help but feel like my heart is going to explode from how much I love you.”
“I love you too.” You smile shyly.
Ashton smiles, kissing your nose. “Want to go get a burger and a shake?”
“Ashton, it’s 2 in the morning.”
“I know, but we used to do it all the time when we were teenagers. Come on, split a shake with me my darling Y/N?” He asks with pleading puppy dog eyes.
You giggle, slipping his shirt on. “Fine, but I want fries too.”
“Anything for you, princess.” He chirps, kissing your lips quickly before throwing some clothes on.