"Love is set to music." 

- Jackson Pollock

Asher POV

"Get the fuck up!"

Groaning I cover my eyes from the brightness of the room with my arm, my head is throbbing and I feel a weight pressed against me that's making me hot and sweaty.

Blinking my eyes I see Shaun, my best friend near the bed.

"Did you just fucking kick me?" I groan out, holding my head as it throbs.

My fucking head is breaking in two, how much did I drink last night? I go to sit up and that is when I notice a woman with long blond hair laying on me with her arm draped over my chest, I look under the covers and we're both naked.

Shit shit shit shit, fuck!

I move her off me and grip my head in my hand. "What time is it?" I ask Shaun, who looked at me annoyed. I ignore his stare and rub my forehead.

"7 AM."

I furrow my brows and look up at him, did he just say 7 in the fucking morning? "What the fuck." I groan out and get off the bed. "This better be fucking good to wake me up at 7."

I need water, where's the water? "What do you want?" I shove past him and head for the bathroom, almost losing my step from the two people laid on the floor naked, surrounded by pillows and alcohol.

I could care less who these people were right now, it's 7 in the fucking morning and my head is splitting in two, and it doesn't help with Shaun as my shadow following me into the bathroom.

"You're a fucking mess mate, who are these people? Do you even know who they are Asher? Or have you stopped giving a shit about everything now?" He starts ranting and I roll my eyes.

I want to laugh, but my head hurts too much to do it. I open the toilet seat and start pissing, not giving a shit is Shaun is standing there watching me butt-ass naked. I don't need his fucking judgement on my life right now, nor for the past four weeks either, I've had enough of him telling me his opinion.

There is nothing he can say that will help me, nobody can help me.

I flush the toilet and stumble past him, noticing that my bedroom is filled with people I don't know, with three women in my bed and a few on the floor surrounded by pills and empty bottles.

Shit, what did I do last night? "You're spiralling out of control Asher, you need to get help."

I grab a shirt and some boxers and put them on with a snort, help? I laugh. "What are you, my fucking mum? Piss off Shaun, don't judge me for having a good time." I say roughly, I'm starting to get angry with him telling me what to do.

Shaun looks hurt but doesn't back down. "Do you even know what you did last night? You're in the news again Asher, seriously you are going to ruin your career if you ke-"

"SHUT UP!" I shout out, causing some people in the room to stir awake. 

I grip my hair tightly. "Do you think I give a shit?" I laugh out tightly as I walk over to the table.

Ah, there it is, my happy place, I take a random pill from the table and grab a half drank bottle of beer. "I'm happy, look, don't I look fucking happy?" I say grinning, taking the pill and downing it with the bottle.

Shaun goes to open his mouth but I speak first. "Now fuck off, I got shit to do." I grunt out, dropping the bottle onto the floor and making my way back to my bed.

I need to sleep this fucking headache off, and whatever that pill was is making me tired, I can hear practically fucking everyone breathing, and the room is starting to spin.

"You showed up outside her place Asher, or do not fucking remember? Or do you just not care who you hurt now?" He yells out, making me wince.

"What are you talking about?" I try to sit up from the bed, squinting my eyes from the light as I look at Shaun.

Her place? Whose place? I don't remember shit from last night, I don't even know how I got home or where I went last night, all I knew is that I was having a bad day and I was missing... missing her, I couldn't stand being alone in this empty house so I went out, after that it's just all blank.

"Hailey Quinn." He says and my heart skips a beat from hearing her name.

My chest clenches painfully, I laugh out and ignore the pain in my chest, if I don't laugh I'll cry, it hurts too fucking much to think about her. "What about her?" I slur out with a snort, my head and heart starting to collide as I try to grip onto reality as the room starts to change shapes.

I hear Shaun sigh out before I close my eyes, losing the battle with how tired I am, I drift off into a deep sleep, the throbbing in my head starts to disappear along with the dull aching pain in my chest.

*****

Shaun POV

I can't believe what I'm seeing, I've never seen Asher like this before, he's a mess.

It rocks my world seeing him like this, I know I should've checked up on him sooner rather than later, but with everything that has been going on for him, I decided to give him some time alone, which I now realize was a stupid thing of me to do, he is clearly struggling.

He's mixing alcohol and taking god knows what now and sleeping with strangers on a daily basis, it's been like this for two weeks, or so I've heard from the housekeeper, who has never seen him act like this before.

His housekeeper told me that two weeks ago, he didn't leave the house to go to the studio and he had food delivered, then one day he left and came home with strangers, high and drunk off his head.

I can't let this go on anymore, something needs to be done, I won't let him carry on like this.

Taking my phone out of my pocket I find the number I want and press call.

They pick up the phone instantly and I relax and walk out of Asher's bedroom. "Hey gorgeous, can you talk right now?"

Millie's voice comes through softly. "Of course my love, what's the matter?" There's a pause. "Is it Asher? Is he okay? I haven't been able to get through to him all week." She says worried and I hold back a sigh.

I'm sorry Asher.

"No." I say rubbing my forehead. "He's not okay Millie, he's slipping.. when... when can you get here?" I ask, feeling a lump in my throat as I hear her gasp, knowing exactly what I meant.

I can hear her sob quietly as I lean against the wall and wait for her to speak.

"M-Me and David and getting the next flight out." She sniffles out, her voice hard.

There's a long pause and I feel terrible for phoning her like this after so long with news like this. "Shaun?" 

I grip the phone. "Yes?" 

"Thank you."

I feel a pull on my chest as I nod my head slowly. "Always Millie, he's my best friend."

I'm going to help him before it's too late, there's time for him to stop this before it gets worse, I had to phone his mum, knowing she is the only one who can bring him back from this shit now, Hailey is probably the only other person to pick him up, but I can't bring her here.

She can't see this, this side of him, it will break him knowing I let her inside here when he is at his lowest.

I remember the first time I saw Asher like this, it was Christmas and we were both seventeen, he just found out his grandma who he was close with had just died on the way to the hospital, hit and run.

He hangs up the phone, his hands shaking and eyes wide and glossy.

I already knew it wasn't good news, I've never seen Asher look so out of it before, I have never even seen him cry, not even from when he took a ball to the head.

"Asher? Who was it?" I ask him, noticing he flinched when I said his name.

I watch with a frown as he turns, fresh stream of tears trails down his cheeks with the most broken-hearted eyes I had ever seen in any man, it hurt to see anyone cry, but to see my best friend who I have always looked up to and thought was invincible cry? It hurt me knowing I didn't know what to do.

"She's... gone..mum, she.. " He wipes his eyes with his jumper. "D-Dead, s-she's dead S-Shaun." He says, his voice breaking.

"I-I need to g-go." He stutters, not looking at me.

Who? Who is dead? "Asher?"

He stands up abruptly and I put the controller down and follow him as he leaves my bedroom, grabbing his coat and running for the stairs.

"Asher?!" I call out, leaning on my stairways, watching him slam my front door and disappearing.

Later that day, I found him in an alley after tracking his phone after he had been missing all day, I found him with a needle sticking out of his arm, his eyes were bloodshot and he was a mess, he had a black eye and a few bruises on his body, he had gotten into a fight and taken something, I had never seen him take anything before, he didn't even drink alcohol, but that day had stayed with me since.

I picked him up and called for help, I would never forget the look on his mother's face when she arrived at the hospital as they were pumping his stomach from whatever he had taken.

I thought I had lost my best friend, since that day he never touched a single drug, not even pain killers from over the counter. A year later he started singing in public, with songs about his loss and how he was dealing with it 'Where's My Love' was an overnight hit, and just like that his life changed forever, I will never forget the day he made it.

I had never seen him look so happy.

Wiping the tears from my eyes I put my phone in my back pocket, I head back into the bedroom and he's still passed out cold, I know he's breathing and he's fine, but what I need to do is to get rid of all these people and kick then out of his house.

I clap my hands loudly. "GET UP, GET OUT, c'mon! OUT!" I shout out loud, clapping my hands in their faces, watching them groan awake and grab their clothes from up off the floor.

Asher stirs and I watch as every single person that was in his bedroom grabs their stuff and leaves the room, some still drunk from whatever they had taken and drank, I called them a taxi before I came in here and it's waiting downstairs to get them the fuck out of here.

Once they are all gone, I realize that it's not just his bedroom that is trashed, the whole place looks like he had been robbed, and it wouldn't surprise me if he had been from the state of the house.

Luckily the housekeeper arrives and helps me with cleaning this place up, picking up broken bottles and smashed vase pieces, even the plates and cups were all ruined, I held back my thoughts and how upset I was with myself for being a shit friend and not coming here sooner.