a/n: this is based off of a two part thing i read on another account, but they deactivated :(, but credit goes to the person/people who used to own the account general5sos :-)
“I could have sworn I saw on your calendar that you didn’t have rehearsal tonight,” you whine as Ashton puts on his shoes and hurries around the apartment looking for his rehearsal bag.
“I didn’t think we did, but it must have just been mischeduled, I’m sorry, love,” he says, kissing your forehead before heading towards the door. “I’ll be back later.”
You sigh in defeat. “Okay, I love you.”
He pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “I love you, too,” he responds and with that, he’s out the door.
A few hours later, you start to worry. He had left at 6:30, and now it’s 2:00 a.m. Rehearsals never went more than 4 hours, and he wasn’t responding to any texts or calls. You decide to call Luke, just to make sure everything was okay and that maybe they were all just out for drinks together.
You dial Luke’s number, your nerves causing you to tremble a little.
“Hello?” a sleepy and groggy voice says into the phone after a few rings.
“Luke? It’s Y/N,” you say nervously. “Were you asleep?”
“Indeed,” he says, and you hear shuffling going on in the background. “Did you need something?”
“Well, Ashton hasn’t been home since he left for rehearsal at around 6 and-”
“What? We didn’t have rehearsal tonight. It’s not scheduled until Monday,” he says confusedly. “And I haven’t seen him since yesterday night, maybe call Calum or Michael and ask, they might be out together.”
Your stomach drops with the thought of Ashton lying to you about where he was going, but you push the feelings to the back of your head before you can know for sure what’s going on.
“Okay, I’ll call them. I’m sorry to have woken you up,” you say, feeling guilty.
“No, no, I’m glad you did. If something is wrong, don’t feel bad for waking me up. I’m up now, so keep me updated on what happens.”
“Okay, I will. Sorry again,” you say and hang up.
You call Calum and Michael, Michael having been asleep like Luke and not having seen Ash since this morning, and Calum still awake, but said he had been playing video games with his girlfriend all night.
Was Ashton cheating on you? No, that couldn’t be. Was he leaving you? Neither of those things seemed like Ashton at all.
You text Ashton a few more times, still no response. Unable to sleep, you stay up all night and the entire next day, not hearing from him and not hearing about him. Even the boys seem worried, he hasn’t contacted you, them or his family in over 24 hours. With every passing second of the day, your heart feels heavier and heavier. Where was he? Was he hurt or something? Was he just ignoring everyone? Had he gone on some kind of spiritual retreat or some shit like that? Staying at a side girl’s house? You just don’t know.
3 days go by, and you have gone to the police and filed a missing persons report. You haven’t gone to work or left the house, but the boys have been in and out, stressing out almost as much as you.
It’s not even the not knowing that bothered you so. It’s the randomness of it all. He had left for a non-existent rehearsal and then not come back. No explanation, no contact with anyone, no anything, no warning signs.
Luke just left your apartment, leaving you with some Chinese food he picked up. You sit on your bed, the one that should be half filled up by Ashton right now.
You glance around at the room, at the emptiness that’s there, despite everything being the same.
But one thing catches your eye, the dresser. The dresser that is now completely clear. It shouldn’t be. There was only ever one thing on that dresser, a picture of you and Ashton on the pier. But it’s not there anymore. You hadn’t touched it, and now that you think about it, you hadn’t seen it for days. That could only mean one thing. Ashton had taken it with him, which subsequently meant that he had known he was leaving when he left. This wasn’t a kidnapping or a car accident or some side girl (why would he leave you but still take the monumental picture depicting your relationship?), he had gone somewhere.
It’s a few weeks later, and still no Ash to be found. You had told the police about how he had taken the picture with him, but they dismissed it and told you that you might have misplaced it or misremembered it being there at all, both of which were ridiculous.
People say time heals things, but not for stuff like this. Every second he is gone is another pound of pressure working towards shattering your heart completely. Police have done nothing but file a report, his family had hired a private investigator, who was doing his best to work with the band to find him, but to no avail. You have called him every night before going to sleep and every morning before getting out of bed. You’ve probably left around 100 voicemails by this point, but you would leave 1,000 voicemails if it meant finally being able to reach him.
It’s been two and a half months now, and people are telling you to give up but you just can’t. You couldn’t if you tried, and it’s not like you’re trying in the first place. The boys haven’t given up either, but they certainly aren’t as intent as you are anymore. The private investigator had taken on the case as a surface case, meaning he invested in long term services and plans and alerts to Ashton, but wasn’t trying full time to find him.
You wake up early Saturday morning and everything becomes so real, like it does every morning. It would be so much easier to just sleep forever. It’s late October, the sky is gray and dark, the air is cold, and your apartment is lonely. You used to love fall but it just seems to be taunting you without Ashton there to help you make apple pies and carve pumpkins and what not.
You get out of bed, get in the shower, get into a warm white sweater and jeans, brushing your teeth and shaking your hair out so it doesn’t drip. Same routine as normal, and you hear someone at the door. You get your hopes up as always-that somehow Ashton is there behind the door waiting for you-as your make your way to the door, but you try and calm yourself down, bringing yourself to the reality that it’s not going to be him there standing in front of you.
You look through the cracked peephole to try and get a semi-good look at whoever is there, but when you see the outline of the person, you gasp and stumble backwards, pulling the door violently towards you.
part 2 or should i leave it all mysterious?? request here