Alan Ashby/Austin Carlile

Rated R

*Possible Trigger Warning*

alan catches austin self harming on the bus and then tries to make him feel better (make it really fluffy)

It was cold and dark outside, the cool air brushed against Alan's neck as he walked back to the tour bus. He opened the door and walked in, quickly closing the door behind him. He took off his red beanie and shoved it in his jacket pocket. He walked into the front lounge and saw Austin crying. It felt like everything was in slow motion as Alan looked to Austin's arm and saw blood running down it, a blade in his hand, pushing in deeper and deeper until it bled more. Alan rushed over to Austin and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from cutting more. He put his hand on the older man's cheek and made him look into his eyes.

"Austin, why are you doing this?" Alan started to tear up. When Austin didn't speak, he got up and threw the blade into the trashcan and grabbed a small towel, getting it wet and dabbing at Austin's arm with it. He flinched but let Alan clean him up. Once he was cleaned up and bandaged, Alan sat next to Austin.

"Why'd you do it?" Alan asked concerned. Austin looked over at him explaining how depressed he was because of everything, all the hate he got, he couldn't take it. Alan was on the verge of tears hearing Austin confess all those things, it hurt him to see Austin like that.

"Come here," Alan pulled Austin to him, laying his head on his lap and playing with his short dark hair.

"You're perfect okay? Don't listen to other people, not everyone's going to like you and that's okay. Because there will always be more people that do than don't." Austin smiled up at Alan, who returned the smile. Alan walked his fingers down the side of Austin's neck and onto his shoulder, Austin giggled and pushed his hand off, sitting up.

"That tickles," He laughed. Alan smiled and grabbed the Squidgy that sat on the table beside him. He lunged toward Austin with it, playfully attacking him.

"Alan! Alan stop!" Austin laughed, trying to push him away. The bus filled with fits of laughter. Soon they got worn out and laid on the couch trying to catch their breath. Alan looked over at Austin, they smiled at each other and Austin leaned over and kissed Alan's cheek.

"Thank you." He whispered. Alan looked into Austin's eyes and pecked his lips.

"You're welcome." Austin giggled and they started play fighting again.