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asdfghjklhemmings: hemmoslegs: 5secondsofboys: 5sighsofsummer: he looks like an innocent child being caught eating the last cookie It was the middle of the night and you had just woken up because of the light in the other room. You slip out of the warm covers, noting that Ashton’s side of the bed has long gone cold. You’re wearing just your underwear and one of his self-made tanktops that he’s known for. You find him sitting in the middle of the living room floor, clad in just a pair of shorts, the ridges of his spine prominent in his well defined back. His hair is messy and his eyes are tired as he sits in front of his laptop, mesmerized by the new music he’s listening to. You just stand there for awhile, watching him smile as he hears a particularly good chorus in a song a fan has just recommended him. It isn’t until 20 minutes later that he finally notices you and looks up, dazed and clearly exhausted. He asks you why you’re awake in a raspy, deep voice that never fails to make your heart beat faster. “The light was on,” your reply quietly. “Sorry, didn’t meant to wake you up. I just couldn’t sleep,” he says with an apologetic look as he wraps his arms around your knees and pulls your legs closer until he’s hugging them to his chest. You can’t help but smile, he looks just like a tired little kid who needs to be comforted because he had a bad dream. You bend down and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your cheek against his curls. You stay like that, sharing each other’s warmth for what seemed like hours until you both stumble to bed in the early hours of the morning. NO. STOP THAT. caN YOU NOT -- source link