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2014-07-16
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2014-07-16
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we'll never be as young as we are now

Summary:

We'll never be as young as we are now
It's time to leave this old black and white town
Let's seize the day
Let's run away
Don't let the colours fade to grey
We'll never be as young as we are now
As young as we are now

'Fighting to stay calm, Ashton sank down onto one knee.
The balcony erupted in excited whispers and Luke’s eyes became as round as saucers as he stared at Ashton, his mouth opening and closing as no sound came out.
“Lucas Robert Hemmings,” Ashton began and he was thrilled at how steady his voice sounded. “I have been in love with you since 2014, and I have fallen a little more in love with you every single day since then. Would you do me the absolute honour of marrying me?”'

Ashton feels like everything is slipping through his fingers, and he needs Luke, Michael and Calum more than he's ever needed anyone.

Notes:

Hi, guys!

Uh, first up, I've never written 5SOS fanfiction before so this is not going to be easy... Second, I kind of have the story planned out (in as much as I know the lyrics to "Never Be" which is what this story is based on) but anything could happen to be perfectly honest... I hope you enjoy it!

Also, at the beginning of each chapter, I will use some of the lyrics from "Never Be" which in some cases - but not all, as demonstrated in this chapter - may give you a clue as to what is going to happen!

Keep reading! And remember to leave comments and kudos! Thank you! :)

Chapter 1: Where He Belonged

Summary:

'Ashton couldn’t have cared less in that moment because he was here.
Exactly where he belonged.'

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Oh whoa whoa oh, oh oh oh
Oh whoa whoa oh

Oh whoa whoa oh, oh oh oh
Oh whoa whoa oh

 

There was something so exhilarating about playing a concert that it took Ashton’s breath away. He knew the other guys probably felt more liberated than him – he was stuck behind a drum kit after all and they got to run around the stage – but it didn’t matter. He could hear the excited screams and smell the sharp tang of thousands and thousands of bodies jumping and dancing and singing together.

“– and this is our last song tonight!” Michael told the crowd and the screams were deafening. “Without further ado, Wembley, I give you… She Looks So Perfect!”

The familiar guitar music sounded and Ashton’s drumsticks beat out a steady rhythm and the pure, unadulterated joy in his chest almost hurt him. It was bubbling out of him and his grin was manic and his curls were falling from his navy bandana and Ashton couldn’t have cared less in that moment because he was here.

Exactly where he belonged.