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decided to continue with this series before I officially stop all together. 

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11:59am: Stay. 

Looking at my phone in disbelief I was unsure how to respond, if I could even respond to such a message. This meant he read them, every message I’ve sent and all the moods I’ve felt in each word. Closing the app I restarted my phone, blaming it on being a mere fault. Part of me thought I’d prefer it to be a fault so I won’t have the weight building onto my chest, I liked the one sided conversation. 

Yet as luck should have it there it was. Four letters typed by someone I never even considered speaking to, despite having a chat for the two of us. Pacing around my room I struggled to take my eyes off of my phone, the light panging increasing in my head the longer I waited. 

Picking my phone up I began to type, unsure what to say. Closing my eyes I clicked send, patiently waiting for a form of response. 

12:07pm: What? 

Opening my eyes I sighed loudly. Frustrated with myself at my response, after all of my well written words that was all I could type. 

12:08pm: I, I want you to stay. 

12:08pm: But, why me? Seriously, have you read my messages? I never thought you’d read them and now you’re telling me to stay, I just don’t understand. 

12:08pm: You aren’t like the others. You’re different. But please, don’t take that as a bad thing.

12:09pm: I’m just having a hard time believing that I’m talking to Ashton Irwin, is that crazy?

12:09pm: Just think of it how it really is, I’m a person just like you. Currently unable to sleep and awaiting the messages of someone who seems to understand. 

12:10pm: Do you want a fresh start?

12:10pm: Please.

12:10pm: Okay. Well, hi, I’m Ashton and I think we’ll get along just fine :) 

12:11pm: Hi Ashton, I’m Y/n. And, I think I need help. 

12:11pm: Is this about last night? 

12:11pm: It’s not the first time. 

12:11pm: The hate or the drinking?

12:11pm: Both. Drinking moreso. 

12:11pm: Why drink then? Why put yourself through that? 

12:11pm: Because it numbs everything for a while. Makes everything hazy and I feel tired and fall asleep- sometimes I just pass out but it is relaxing my body. I know, it’s not healthy by any means. I just, I don’t know what else to do. 

12:11pm: You drink to dilute the pain of it all? The stress?

12:11pm: Makes the memories less vivid, less harsh to do. Something like that. 

12:12pm: How often?

12:12pm: Not often, not like you’re thinking. Maybe once every two weeks, to the point where I black out and pass out. 

12:12pm: Who knows? 

12:12pm: You really want to know who?

12:12pm: Of course I do, Y/n. 

12:12pm: You. Only. 

12:12pm: Can you not tell your parents? 

12:12pm: How’d you think they’ll take that their daughter is an insomniac with a drinking problem? :/ 

12:12pm: I’d want to help, I want to help now, even if I’m in LA and you’re in England. I will talk to you later. But I have one last question. 

12:13pm: What is it? 

12:13pm: Is it raining? ;) 

​ to whoever is reading this, you matter. thank  you.​

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31.7.16, 11:48am. 

Moving over on my side I stared at the blank canvas that consumed my curtains, wishing I had chosen something more colourful or even something with a pattern rather than such a minimalist choice. Sighing I reflected on last night’s choices, whether I made good ones or not in the blur that it remained. 

Never have I been gifted with control, the ability to know when enough is enough, especially at a party. In the back of my mind I can hear the voices from last night, the drinks that I had too many of become apparent as the panging in my right temple is prominent.  

Picking up my phone I lower the brightness as it proves to be to intense for my delicate eyes after a long night. Clicking on my snapchat story I watch how my night started innocently with sweet selfies to sloppy filming and bad dancing along with loud laughs. Sighing part of me is relieved nothing too indecent was captured but then I think back to a vague conversation about Twitter and immediately go to the app. 

Opening it up I can feel my heart beating faster as I click on his name and see more messages; all from me. “Shit.” I mumble under my breath as I scroll through them, already ashamed of myself. 

11:05pm: Hiiiii

11:05pm: send help please

11:05pm: I got really drunk, but i dont know if everyone knws yet

11:06pm: fun times for me

11:07pm: anywy i hope you have a good day 

11:07pm: its over 11 here what 

11:07pm: no idea what the time is where you are but either way it will be an awesome day cause you are ashton :)

11:08pm:  enjoy your dAY

11:08pm: make good choices

1:13am: or whatever

1:34am: is it still saturday?

1:39am: oh no its sunday

1:58am: time differences are a mind fuck

“No no no no.” I read each of them over, not having any memory of actually writing these out. Did I write them? Did someone borrow my phone at some point? 

Sighing I click to write a new message, something that should make right of my absurdity that was last night. Some drunk people message their ex, I message Ashton Irwin. 

11:49am: Hi Ashton, last night I wasn’t myself. I drank too much but I don’t regret all of it, all I’m trying to do is apologise for the stupid messages. I enjoyed myself but I think it’s best if I leave you be for a while. Thank you for just being a name or a face I can message rather than let me talk to the darkness in the night or the bottom of a bottle. Goodbye. 

Placing my phone back on my table, face down I let out a sigh and try to get on with my day, no matter how much I will struggle without my crutch of person who I can message when it all gets too much. 

Much longer part today, story is developing now so I’m excited. Thank you for the love and asks- enjoy!

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6:55am, 26.7.16

Waking up after having less than two hours of sleep is never easy, especially when you commit to do something that requires leaving the house at 8am. Forcing the heavy duvet that consumes me and calls my name that mutters sweet nothings into my ears in attempt to convince me to stay I sit upright, instantly regretting it. The usual dragging feeling spreads through my body, the heaviness from lack of sleep returns and the lamps still being visible through the blinds never makes me feel happy. 

Placing my feet against the bitty carpet goosebumps become visible as they wrap themselves around my bare legs, the cold air attacking my exposed skin with all it had and the urge to be warm under the duvet was irresistible. I hold onto the duvet, the constant battle I have with myself everyday, regardless of having commitments or not. 

It’s been too long now, yet no one gets it really- I’m not tired, I’m exhausted and done. Taking my phone off of charge I slip on my Dad’s old fleece I sort of permanently borrowed, despite how ugly it is you can’t beat the comfort and thickness of it. Heading downstairs for breakfast I scroll past notifications, see if anyone has answered my messages- not that I’m expecting to see Ashton on my feed, as if. 

Clicking on my messages I see three new messages, all from Maddie. Maddie had a bit of a habit of rant texting or ensuring I know of all the plans and details for the day ahead. 

6am: So I will see you on the bus at 8:10 as I’m getting on a different stop. 

6:02am: Why aren’t you answering? You are always on your phone. Ugh, the others know so just meet them at the stop. 

6:09am: How are you anyway? 

Laughing to myself I shake my head at Maddie’s messages, always as frantic as ever before, but that’s friends for you. Slowly I got ready for the day ahead, knowing it would be a long one and the wait for brunch would be excruciating considering the rumbling of my stomach now and it’s only 7:10. 

Groaning I pick up my phone and aimlessly scroll through social media as I sip at my tea before heading upstairs, phone still in hand and the same four apps to rotate between. Putting my phone down I quickly get ready knowing how early Emma will be and Spencer will shortly follow. 

7:18am: Hey guys, don’t worry I won’t be late- I’ll see you at the bus stop at 7:50?

Following my message to the group they all reply within minutes, consisting of ‘sure you will’ and ‘hurry up.’ I roll my eyes and pick up the pace, knowing they are as eager as me to eat something. Just as I finish getting ready and grab my bag I run down the stairs, grab my boots and slip them on and yell a goodbye to my parents. 

As I close the front door behind me I sigh, seeing the sky still laced with the remainder of the night as it begins to fade away and be replaced with the colours of joy and new beginnings. Wishing I had opted to wear jeans over a skirt I wrap my jacket tighter around myself and plug my earphones in, shutting the world out. 

The short walk to the bus stop allows me to think about a few things, different things than the thoughts that occur when I can’t sleep. I play over what happened last night and pause, did that actually happen? Feeling for my phone in my pocket I pull it out and click on the app, praying it was just a dream, but what if I actually said that to him? Why would I think he’d care? 

My fingertips tremble as I press the small envelope and see at the top of my messages; 

You and ASHTON IRWIN. 

“What?” I mutter to myself as I stand on the edge of the curb, completely confused and slightly proud of myself for managing this, pulling something off so unlike myself. “Right, right.” Nodding I continue walking and daydream about what I could write to him, should I even write to him? Is that weird? 

Shaking the thoughts away I near the bus stop and see no other figures hanging around. For once I’m the early bird outside of her nest. I lean against the frame of the small shelter patiently waiting for them to turn up to join me, glancing up I see the glowing orange writing on the screen, ‘TEN MINUTES.’ 

Debating in my mind what to say I look either side of me, I mean, no one is here to judge me so why not? 

7:52am: Hi Ashton, morning I guess. 

7:52am: Actually I have no idea what time it is for you right now, but if it’s night time as I’m presuming I hope you’re sleeping or just relaxing. 

7:52am: Thank you for well, nevermind. 

“Woah, you’re here before us?” Emma laughed as I slipped my phone back into my pocket and turned to face her. Shifting my focus from her I saw a car park opposite and Spencer climbed out, talking to Adam- her boyfriend since we were kids. 

Shrugging my shoulders we both sat down on the awkwardly thin bench angled to ensure discomfort whilst we waited for the bus and Spencer, both betting which would arrive first. 

8:01am: Hey, you almost here? 

8:01am: We’re just a few minutes away, upstairs towards the back of the bus Maddie :)

8:01am: Good as I’m cold and got a lot to tell you. 

As always Maddie has a story, I show the message to the others and we all share a knowing look. “Why am I not surprised?” Spencer speaks up and laughs lightly to herself. 

Once Maddie gets on and clocks onto where we are sat I move along to the window seat. She sits down next to me exhaling loudly, less than 2 seconds and she’s already irritated by something, I think this is her personal best. “Everything alright Mads?” I speak up and look to the others who shake their heads and turn to have their own conversation, meaning it’s up to me to take the weight of her troubles yet again. 

“Ugh it’s just this bus and how it was late and it’s raining.” I could see her lips moving and the faint sound of her whines but my ears wouldn’t tune in to the drabble she spoke. 

No matter how hard I tried to tell myself to listen I couldn’t help but zone out, not that Maddie would notice as she is too wrapped up in her eventful morning, all two hours of it. “-and then he finally let me on.” Lifting her hands up in annoyance she just scoffed, I assumed she finished and I shook my head, trying to act as if I knew all she said. 

“Awful.” Trying to mimic her tone she nodded in agreement. 

Problem with being the one who doesn’t sleep means when others can’t sleep I’m usually the first person they turn to, and the one they confide in. Yet most of the time I can barely focus on their written words, what bothers them about petty things. Instead all I can think about is the bigger matters, life, death, the future, the inevitable, anything else. 

Maddie turned to talk to Spencer and I happily observed life outside of the bus window. Dotted in rain droplets it altered my vision and perception of how everything was that we passed by in a hurry, from Mums with push chairs to teenagers listening to music and elders hand in hand; just life. 

8:26am: Ever think about life on the road? What you see outside and how you can’t interfere or be apart of it, no matter how badly you want to? 

Sending the short message I lock my phone again, unsure why of all people to talk to I opt to a dead end rather than Maddie, Emma, Spencer, Anna even. Zoning out entirely as my eyes fixate on the droplets of rain and how they have clung to the window like cement Maddie taps my shoulder as she stands up, getting off of the bus. 

Once we get outside we walk down the road to the cafe which is unexpectedly bigger as you go up the narrow creaky staircase and past the old movie posters and local acts performing in the theatre. The smell of pastries and coffee beans brings a smile to my face as we find a table quickly, relaxing into the comfy wooden back and plump cushion I sit on. 

“Chocolate tea or plain tea?” Emma asks as she is intrigued by the idea of chocolate tea, something so unheard of her green eyes glisten with pure fascination.  

Maddie rests her head in her hands, “Be adventurous.” 

Emma and Maddie go first to order, leaving me and Spencer to wait a little bit longer. “How many hours last night?” She spoke up as I rubbed my eyes. 

Spencer has known me since we were 2, our Mums went to the same Doctor and somehow met there. I’d always known her but was never close until we were around 10, from then on in we’ve been inseparable- except when she’s with Adam. And since she has known me for years she knows me inside and out, being one of the few to know about my sleep problem. 

Sighing I cross my arms on the table and bury my head in the soft darkness for a little while, drown out the chatter of the early morning. I simply raise two fingers up and hear a loud sigh. “You need to tell someone about it, it’s gone on too long.” I ignore her comment as always, what good will telling someone do? Last time I tried to tell someone it didn’t go so well as they didn’t believe a word I said and blamed it on lack of exercise. 

Lifting my head up I gave her a small smile, she knew I wouldn’t talk about it unless it was in a jokey manner. Truth is it hurts too much. 

Maddie and Emma come over laughing and sit back down, “Bless him must be his first day on the job.” Emma chuckled. 

“What happened?” I spoke up wanting to find a way to feel more energised, if anyone could make me feel jolly and distract me it would be these guys. 

Emma nodded to Maddie who struggled to hold back her laughs, “We think there’s a new barista there and we ordered chocolate tea and he, he picked up a carton of milk and didn’t know the lid wasn’t on and he spun it around and-” I could see her cheeks tinting red, the luminous colour of the raspberry sauce displayed next to the menus on our table. “it went all over the counter, the coffee machine, partly on him and.” 

“and the cashiers back.” Emma finished as Maddie hid her face only showing her shoulders going up and down. “Oh, the look on the cashier’s face just said it all.” Emma shook her head and pulled a very fed up and pissed off expression, I glanced over to Spencer and she shrugged her shoulders whilst the other two were unable to control themselves. 

“Well,” Spencer stood up and looked my way, “we better go order something to eat, I can hear your stomach from here.” She motioned for me to join her and we headed down the creaky stairs in silence towards the chatter of plates and whirring of the coffee machine. 

As we queue up I glance up to see the enlarged menu above the coffee machine splattered in milk and can’t help but nudge Spencer to see. Both of us share a mischievous smile until I’m called to the counter, unaware of being next in line. “Hi, how are you today?” I speak up, fighting back the tiredness that is lacing around my eyes and trickling through my body, making it feel heavier than it is. Talking like this, small talk can help, fight the urge to close my eyes and embrace a positive conversation- no matter how short it may be. 

“Oh.” I hear him speak up and as I look up I smile to him. Hair the colour of a strongly brewed cup of tea and eyes as bright as the green grass I wish to see in the summer along with a shy smile he wears. “It’s erm, it’s been good- well besides spilling milk everywhere.” He lets out a nervous laugh and I do the whole smiling to myself and look at my feet then back at him thing, something I do to break eye contact before it gets awkward. 

“You’re the milk person then, guess the cashier went to change?” I joked and he laughed in response and leant over the till. 

His face was close to mine and up close I could see the flecks of amber running around those green eyes, it was unusual, but I liked it. “He was trying to impress the girl he was serving and I sort of screwed up his plan when she burst out laughing at him.” I chuckled in response as he smiled brightly at my laugh. “You have a great laugh.” He beamed to me and I moved away from the counter, leaning my hands against it as I focused on the menu board above. 

“Can I get the summer berry pancakes and a breakfast tea please?” I moved the conversation on as a wave of sleep smacked me square on, the desire for food and caffeine increased and I felt someone touch my arm. Turning I saw Spencer look at me with concern, I merely shook my head and she took her hand away. 

The milk guy told the others my order and then focused back on me with a bright smile, one that wasn’t there two minutes ago. “Do you have a stamp card?” I raised an eyebrow to him and he picked one up. “Here, let me just stamp this and basically if you come back you collect stamps yada yada yada free brunch.” My eyes went wide with excitement at the thought of free brunch, I knew I must’ve looked like a kid in Disneyland but one can never say no to free food. 

“I’m always up for free food.” I cannot hide my smile as he passed me my stamp card and I slipped it into my purse. Looking back to him his smile was gone and replaced by a disheartened expression. 

“I’ll erm, your food will be brought up to you. Enjoy.” He waved me off with less enthusiasm and I wondered what happened in that split second, shrugging it off I headed back upstairs and was quickly followed by Spencer. 

“You know,” She spoke up as I kept on walking up towards the window on the landing before the next flight of stairs. “you’ve never been good at knowing when a guy flirts have you?” I can feel my cheeks burning up and shrug it off. 

“He wasn’t flirting Spencer, not everyone is instantly a flirt just because you are.” I joke and continue walking on up towards the others. 

“Oh come on, you didn’t see the smile he had, how he complimented your laugh or how he looked at your eyes with a similar look Adam has at doughnuts. 

Stopping I turn back to face her, “You’re comparing my face to doughnuts?” Sighing I continue walking towards our table as she apologises profusely, realising the poor example she used. 

Everyone continues to chatter whilst I check my phone quickly and type a short message, needing to get it off my chest. 

8:47am: Ever been compared to something less than complimentary, degrading even? 

8:47am: As I was just compared to a doughnut, morning off to a good start. 

Smiling to the message I lock my phone and see all eyes focused on me. “What?” I ask and they still keep their eyes fixated on mine, an element of curiosity about them. 

“Why are you smiling to your phone, you normally get annoyed by it.” Emma speaks up and I place it face down on the table. 

“It’s nothing really.” I say but Maddie and Spencer raise an eyebrow, then all three of them move closer, clearly not buying it. “Fine.” Sighing I move my hair out of my face and rest my head in my hand. “I am messaging Ashton Irwin.” I state it as if it were nothing exciting, so bluntly it could not even cut butter. 

They don’t respond immediately like I expected them to, instead they stay quiet and wear similar perplexed looks. “You know, Ashton the drummer?” I try yet they still seem non responsive. “From 5 Seconds of Summer?” Then they let out a small ‘O’ and then nothing. 

“How the hell did you get to message him of all people?” Maddie asked completely shocked and almost in a state of disbelief. 

I began to explain a condensed version of last night, missing out on the insomnia aspect and more that I just couldn’t get to sleep and by the time I was finished it seemed as if no one believed it. “That sort of thing doesn’t just happen, come on.” Maddie looked away awkwardly and I glanced to the others but they too avoided eye contact. 

“Well I’ll show you.” Just as I went onto Twitter our food and drinks came. “I’ll show you later.” I piped up as my mouth began to water at the sight of fluffy pancakes drizzled in a berry compote and fresh berries between stacks. 

As we headed down the stairs of the cafe we thanked the staff and headed on out. “Miss? Erm berry pancake person?” Someone apprehensively called out and the four of us turned around, slightly confused as to why we were being summoned. “You.” He pointed to me and I felt insecure and worried as to why I was being pinpointed. 

“Did I do something wrong? I did pay!” I exclaim as I begin to search through my purse for my receipt, Spencer agreeing with me stating how she saw me pay. 

“No no Miss, it’s nothing to do with that!” He faffed in front of my purse and I held it to my side, letting out a sigh of relief. “Just, just check your stamp card, you’ll thank us later.” He smiled and wished us a good day and headed back inside the cafe. 

We all looked at each other with confused expressions, “Well that was weird.” I joked and continued walking yet the others remained stationary. “What?” Lifting my arms up they all focused on my purse, not saying anything. “Yeah like there’s something on my card out of everyone’s.” I mumbled under my breath as I pulled my stamp card out and saw the small tea shaped stamp, the others quickly huddled around. “See? Nothing.” I passed it to them and continued walking with not a single care as I was awake, wide awake. 

“Call me, Daniel?!” Spencer yelled and I turned on my heels and saw the shocked expressions on their faces. Titling my head she held it up and I took the few steps towards it and saw a name and a number scribbled down. “The milk guy do you think?” She beamed and I shrugged my shoulders taking it in my grasp.