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when i walk into the flat and see a figure, i expect it to be ashton, having one of his sleepless nights.

but it's calum.

he turns the light on and i can see the worry and distress in his eyes.

"where have you been?" he whispers. i sigh, staring at my feet. "you can't keep doing this to him; to any of us."

"where is he?" i ask. i can hear calum's lecture later. i need to know that ashton wasn't going to overhear.

"he's asleep in your bed. i gave him z-quil," calum explains. i nod in response. "you didn't answer the question," he then continues. "where have you been? your breath smells like booze and your clothes wreak of weed."

i give him a sad glance. "i'm sorry," i tell him and he just shakes his head.

"i won't tell him. now go to bed and get some sleep. he still sleeps better when you're around," he says.

"should i shower first?" i ask.

"do you want ash to smell drugs when he wakes up?"

that was the only answer i need. i head upstairs to the bathroom. when i see myself in the mirror, i almost scream. my eyes are blood shot, my teeth dis-colored and my hair a mess. i quickly strip off my clothes and step into the burning shower. i can't keep this up.

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