Lena rarely slept in past ten, if she was honest she did not sleep that much. Lena often took her early mornings to head to the nearest coffee shop with her laptop and work on her blog. Alongside this she would send a text to her little brother, Jake and wishing him a good day. After half an hour or Lena would close the laptop and headed back to the hotel or bus, sometimes Michael was awake, sometimes he wasn't. Today he was awake. As she entered the hotel room, she could tell Michael had been looking at his notifications on twitter, he look frustrated. The thing with Lena and Michael they were on and off, currently they were on and had been for the past few months. But for some reason because of this people assumed they were not actually together and that annoyed Michael whereas Lena really didn't care what people thought. As Lena let the hotel door shut behind she put her laptop bag on the chair by the desk. "I don't know why you let what the fans say about me get to you," sighed Lena as she watched Michael carefully, "It doesn't bother me."
Ashton liked mornings when he woke up at a decent time, he loved his mornings when he could wake up beside Charlotte tucked underneath some hotel sheets. Moments like these Ashton savored, Charlotte wasn't away working on her laptop or filming and they could just cuddle and enjoy each others company before the busy day ahead. Ashton loved nothing more than having Charlotte come on tour but with this came anger from some of the fans. Ashton never understood why the fans seemed to hate Charlotte for being his girlfriend, she was not trying to further her career like they claimed she was doing. Charlotte's career was already well established when they met, yes 5 Seconds Of Summer may have helped the career a little bit but that was all. Because of all this anger towards Charlotte, Ashton had come to disliking social media and only seemed to use it when he defend his girlfriend. It wasn't how Ashton wanted things to be. Ashton wrapped his arms around Charlotte and pressed a small kiss in the crook of her neck inhaling her scent. "Morning," murmured Ashton, his accent thick with sleep.