Ashton looking up at you like this as you quickly sat up from the bed, breathing heavily as tears stung your eyes. You were having a bad dream, one where Ashton got killed right before your eyes. The last thing you saw in your dream were piercing green eyes peeking out from underneath their hoodie. The look alone was terrifying.
“Y/N?” Ashton would uncertainly question, furrowing his eyebrows as he reached over and pulled your shaky body to his warm chest. “What happened?”
“You died in my dream. The killer’s face was terrifying, Ash,” you choked out, bursting into tears again. The dream felt so damn real, and for a second you thought he had actually died.
“Aww, baby,” he hummed, running his fingers through your hair and kissing the top of your head. “You’re alright now, I hope…”
You slowly nodded, feeling your breathing level out as you laid against his bare torso. The weight of exhaustion pushed your shoulders down as you felt yourself drift off back to sleep.
“I love you,” you murmured, yawning before you felt your eyes slip close and the feeling of his hands in your hair fading away.
Before you fell asleep, however, you heard him reply, “I love you way much more than you think, Y/N.”