warnings: Warlock! 5SOS, almost dead Petuna (I’m sorry!!!), lots of celebrity mentions- try to identify all of them.
word count: 2.1k+
It was early in the morning when the eldest Blackwell sister awoke, a feeling warming her up. Immediately, she could sense the presence of her partner, Ashton, growing stronger as he inevitably got closer, one of the benefits of the divine. She quickly climbed out of bed, flicking her wrist slightly to unlock the front door as she threw on some clothes.
The next morning I made my way into the Lennon's kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee. I mindlessly took a seat at the island, scrolling through Twitter as I sipped my drink.
Someone cleared their voice behind me, causing me to jump, spilling some of my coffee on my lap.
"Damnit," I muttered, plopping my phone into the counter, grabbing a paper towel and beginning to dab at the drink stain.
"Sorry," Ashton laughed, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"What do you want?" I groaned, not looking up from the stains I was desperately trying to get rid of.
"Someone's not happy to see me." He smirked, pouring himself his own coffee.
"Why would anyone be happy to see the devil himself?" I shot back, taking a sip of what was left of my drink.
"Ouch," he put his hand on his chest, faking hurt, "that hurts Low. That hurts." Lennon made her way into the kitchen, letting out a yawn as she looked between her brother and I. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked, taking a seat next to me at the island, drinking what was left of my coffee.
"Asshat over there scared me." I mumbled. Lennon let out a little hum in reply as Ashton chuckled quietly into his cup.
"You just haven't had enough caffeine to enjoy the view." He smirked.
"Bite me." I barked.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"In your dreams, Irwin."
"Will you two shut up?" Lennon let out a loud groan. "It's too early for your drama." She made her way over to where her brother was, refilling the glass before taking a long sip. "You guys need to go get ready for brunch at the pier."
"Shit. I thought that was tomorrow."
"Nope." She grinned, heading towards the stairs.
"Okay," I let out a sigh, "I'll just walk back to my-" I was cut off by a loud clap of thunder. "Oh, come on!" I let out a groan as the rain started pouring down. "Len," I turned, only to see she had disappeared up the stairs. "Really?" I rolled my eyes. "Damnit," I muttered under my breath.
"I'll take you home, Low." Ashton set his cup on the counter.
"No." I shook my head.
"You don't want to walk home in this." He crossed his arms. As if on cue, the thunder clapped once again.
"I'd rather walk home in this than be stuck in the same car as you."
"C'mon Low. It's five minutes and then you're home."
"No. And stop calling me that." I climbed off my stool, heading towards the door. I slipped on my shoes before grabbing my bag and opening the door.
"Low, don't-" Ashton started, but I cut him off by slamming the door shut. The end of summer rain was cold as made my way up the street towards my house, soaking me. My hair clung to my face as I walked, the claps of thunder making me jump. I heard a car pull up next to me, the window rolling down. "Harlow, get in the car."
"No." I shook my head, speeding up.
"You're going to get sick if you stay out in the rain. Just get in the damn car." I let out a loud groan, yanking open the car door and climbing in.
"Jesus, Har. What were you thinking?" Ashton asked as he rolled up the window.
"That I didn't want to be in the car with you." I crossed my arms as I sat back. Ashton didn't take his foot off the break, leaving us sitting in the middle of the street for a moment. Ashton finally put the car in drive, moving slowly.
"Why wouldn't you just let me take you home?"
"Because you're an asshole. Because I'm pissed about last night and the fact that you're the reason I got stood up."
"Har-"
"No. I talk, you listen." I barked. "I don't know where you get off telling people that they can't go out with me, but I'm done. I don't want to play whatever game it is that you seem to be playing, and I don't want you butting in on my love life. It's mine and I get to choose who is a part of it, got it?" We pulled up out front of my house and Ashton threw the car in park, staying silent. I rolled my eyes at him, opening the door and climbing out.
"Har-"
"Thanks for the ride," I said before slamming the door and running into the house to get ready.
-
The pier was silent, the summer storm having moved inland. Lennon and I sat at the table with her father, my mother, Jack, and Ashton, waiting for our food to arrive.
"So how's the date auction planning going, girls?" Len's father, Seth, asked.
"It's going good. We have all of our dates planned and woodshop is building our stage." Lennon smiled.
"Who all is auctioning off dates?" My mom asked, taking a sip of her tea.
"Well, you have Sam, Talia, Hallie, me, Har, and then we convinced Mikey and Luke to do it, too."
"You're doing it, Harlow? I thought you'd want to be more behind the scenes." Jack spoke up, looking over questioningly.
"We were short a girl so I had to. I'm not expecting much, though." I shrugged.
"Well maybe Calum will bid and you'll actually be able to go out on that date you were supposed to." Mom smiled. "What ever happened with that, anyway? Did you ever find out why he didn't show up?" I was silent, looking around before locking eyes with Ashton. He held my gaze for a moment before taking a drink and looking away.
"He had the stomach flu and spent the entire night-" I started, but mom cut me off.
"Say no more, please. Our food is here." She said as the waiters approached our tables, handing out our plates.
Honestly I know exactly what you’re talking about with the whole hunter Hayes thing and honestly I agree that it’s fucked up that a fan of hunters is mad that he supports lgtb,
Right?? I’m just so frustrated with it all. It seems to have died down, though, which is good.
Ashton wasn’t one to check tabloids often, but today one caught his eye. He was on Twitter, replying to tweets from fans when he saw a new trend pop up, this one about his old friend Harry, one of the people who helped launch his career.
Most of you aren’t fans of Hunter Hayes (and that’s totally fine) but I need to rant.
I have mutuals in the fandom on twitter and on tumblr and they’re currently at war with one another. Tumblr mutual is upset that Hunter supports the LGBTQ+ community (which is completely fucked up- he’s an amazing ally) while twitter mutual is a memeber of the community and was proposed to while at a meet and greet with Hunter (pics are super cute btw). It’s become a whole thing where there’s rude tweets, bad posts and more. Since I’m not wanting to call attention to the the situation, I will not be posting handles or anything, but I’m completely frustrated, especially because now I feel as though I’m in the middle of it- I’m fairly certain tumblr mutual found my twitter and saw that I shared what they were posting there (a dumb decision) and they decided to follow me then block me (like wtf???)
Ashton wasn’t one to check tabloids often, but today one caught his eye. He was on Twitter, replying to tweets from fans when he saw a new trend pop up, this one about his old friend Harry, one of the people who helped launch his career.
@harrystyleshq
Harry stepped out with a mystery girl today in Charleston. Anyone have any pics?
One of the top tweets read.
@stylessweetheart
He was out with All Time Low and their crew for lunch.
Ashton was confused. Why was Harry with Alex and the guys? How did they even know each other? He kept scrolling, finding a picture that made his heart drop. There was Harry, mid-walk, holding hands with the blue haired girl he had bumped into the other day.
Of course, he should have known she would be with someone, or he should have at least asked. Mentally cursing himself, he closed out of Twitter, throwing his phone to the other side of the couch.
Luke looked up from his guitar, casting the drummer a confused glance. “What’s up with you?”
“She has a boyfriend.” Ashton ran a hand through his tangled hair with a groan.
“Who? Camera girl?” Ashton nodded at his friend, who let out a soft laugh.
“And? It’s not like you’ve never caused a relationship to end before.”
“She’s with Harry?”
“Your little brother?”
“No.” Ashton rolled his eyes, “Styles.”
“Oh.” His friend fell silent, fiddling with his instrument for a moment before looking back up at him. “If you really like her, dude, don’t give up.”
“Who said I was going to give up?”
“Your face.” It was Luke’s turn to roll his eyes. Ashton always hated that his bandmates could read him so easily.
“Why don’t you go out there?” The blonde asked him.
“What? Are you crazy?”
“No. Mate, you have the week off. For once in your life, do something spontaneous and go.”
“They’re on tour, Luke-“
“Quit making excuses, Ash.” Luke rolled his eyes. “Just go.”
~
The day had turned to night, the mood having changed as well. The majority of the evening had consisted of yelling, tears and curse words. After their peaceful lunch, Harry and Iris headed back to the hotel where things took a turn. Harry mentioned something about Iris going radio silent after what happened with her mother, she countered with the fact that he never tried to contact her, and a long fight ensued.
Finally done with the arguing, Iris hoisted her camera bag onto her shoulder and left the hotel. After her mess of a night, she wanted to spend some time doing what she loved.
With her head down, she stepped out of the building, immediately knocking into someone, her bag falling to the floor. “I’m so sorry.” She muttered quietly, looking up to see a familiar man in front of her, illuminated by the moonlight. “Ashton?”
“Iris?” He asked, taking in her appearance. Her hair was thrown up messily, bags sitting under her eyes. “Are you okay?”
“What are you doing here?” She asked, completely avoiding the question. She didn’t want to talk about had happened.
“I have a few days off and Alex said there was an empty bunk on the bus.” He smiled softly. An older woman cleared her throat, catching the attention of the pair, who quickly grabbed their things and moved away from the door. “Where are you off to this late at night?”
“I’m just going to go shoot around.” She shook her camera bag before placing it back on her shoulder.
“Want some company?” He watched as her face twisted for a moment before she nodded.
Twenty minutes later, he had checked into his room for the night and they were on their way out onto the streets of Charleston. Iris has hardly spoken since their initial greeting, and Ashton was more than curious as to what had happened. He decided not to push, though. Instead, he watched as she stopped and snapped pictures of various things they encountered as they walked.
An hour or so had passed before Ashton decided that he needed to say something. “Are you okay, Iris?” He asked as she knelt down, taking a shot of a passing car.
“What?” She paused for a moment before turning to him. “Oh, um yeah.”
“You seemed a little out of it when you knocked into me earlier.”
“It’s nothing.” Iris shrugged. She didn’t want to talk about her relationship drama. Well, could she even call it a relationship? God, this was all so confusing.
“Is it about Harry?”
“What do you mean?” Iris asked the man, who tried to look at anything but her.
“You guys we’re trending on Twitter earlier.” He responded. She mumbled a quick curse before she spoke again.
“Of course.”
“How long have you guys been together?” The words fell out of Ashton’s mouth before he could stop them.
“It’s complicated,” Iris answered with a sigh.
“Want to talk about?” Iris shook her head no.
“I’d rather just keep doing this.” She held up her camera, watching as Ashton nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
The early hours of the morning found the pair on the top of the hotel. Ashton leaned on the corner, watching as Iris snapped pictures of the view as the sun was beginning to rise. He let out a muffled yawn, looking down as he shuffled his feet. The shutter of her camera caused him to look up with a tired smile.
“Did you just take a picture of me?” He asked, watching as she nodded with a grin.
“You looked cute.” Her phone rang, interrupting any further conversation. She pulled it and let out a quiet sign before answering. “Hey, Ri. Yeah, I’m around. Why? Oh. I don’t know. It was a lot and I don’t think I’m ready to face him. Yeah, I know. I’m up on the roof with Ashton. Yas, he’s here.” She let out a giggle midway through her conversation and Ashton smiled at the sound. “I don’t know. Yeah, I’ll be down there in a few. Love you too, Ri.” She hung up the phone, finding Ashton watching her. “What?”
“Nothing.” Ashton shook his head with a smile. “Do you have to go?”
“Yeah, Rian wants to get coffee.”
“Do you want me to come?” Ashton asked, a quiet, inadvertent yawn escaping his lips.
“No.” Iris laughed softly, “You should get some sleep. I didn’t mean to keep you up all night.”
“It’s fine.” He let out another yawn.
“C’mon you dork,” Iris rolled her eyes, grabbing Ashton’s wrist with a smile. “Let’s go.”
I came downstairs a half an hour later, in a new, cuter outfit, to see hear the music playing in the backyard, meaning everyone was here. Mom rushed past me with some food, making me laugh as I followed her. Everyone was spread around the backyard, talking and drinking.
"Guys, food!" Mom called as she placed the last dish on the table, taking a seat at the head of the table, the rest of us flocking in. I took my usual seat at the middle of the table, Lennon and Jack on each side of me. Alex took a seat across from Lennon, Zack across from Jack.
"Hey, Cal!" Len called, catching the brown-haired boy's attention. "Come sit here." She sang, pointing to the seat across from me that Ashton normally sat in. Calum obliged, shooting me a soft smile as he took a seat. My cheeks heated up as I smiled back at him, taking a sip of my wine.
Growing up, my mom traveled a lot, one of her favorite places to visit being France. Something she learned while there was that children were allowed to have a glass of wine at dinner, something she found fascinating and quickly adopted. When Lennon and I turned 13, my mom started the same thing with us- with permission from Lennon's father, of course.
One thing she loved doing during these dinners was coming up with a theme based on where she had visited. My personal favorite was Spain. Tonight's, however, was Greece. The table was lined with souvlaki, dolmades, moussaka and briam.
Dinner was lively, people talking about all that had happened over the last two weeks. I kept sharing glances with Calum, a smile never leaving my face. Everyone seemed happy- well, everyone but Ashton. He sat at the opposite side of the table by his father, not looking up from his plate as he ate. I nudged Len, who looked past me to her brother before shrugging.
As dinner wrapped up, I helped mom bring in the dishes before going to meet everyone outside.
"Hey, Harlow." Calum sang as he approached. "Can we talk?" I nodded at the boy with a smile, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the stage on the other side of the yard that we used to entertain during the summer. Taking a seat on the edge, I patted the spot next to me for Calum to sit, looking out on the rest of the yard.
"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked quietly, fiddling with the edge of my shirt.
I doubt he wants to-
"I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?"
Oh.
I was quiet for a moment, watching everyone interact. I locked my gaze with Ashton's, who still seemed unhappy, before looking up at the brown haired boy next to me. His eyes sparkled with hope.
"I'd love to, Cal." I smiled at the boy, who grinned in return.
"How's tomorrow? 7? I'll pick you up." He said happily. I nodded, leaning over and placing a small kiss on his cheek.
"Sounds perfect."
-
The following afternoon, I began getting ready for my date with the help of Lennon. She picked out my outfit while I showered and got cleaned up.
"Your outfit is on the bed." She pointed when I emerged from the bathroom. She had picked out a navy off the shoulder top and ripped jeans, and was currently looking for a pair of shoes.
"Am I supposed to wear a bra with this?" I ask Len.
"Not if you want to get to second base." She replied with a laugh.
"I'm being serious Len."
"I am too, Har." She laughed, standing up with a pair of boots in her hand. "Don't wear a bra. Trust me. You'll thank me."
I changed into the outfit Lennon chose and finished getting ready. I took a seat in the entryway a few minutes to seven to wait while Lennon went back to her house to wait.
7 came soon after and I sat anxiously.
7:30 came and I sat back. Maybe he was stuck in traffic?
8:30 hit and I was beginning to lose hope.
By 9 I had given up, grabbing my bag and heading towards Lennon's place down the street. I rang the doorbell and checked my phone, disappointed that I didn't at least have a text.
"Hey Har. That was a quick date-"
"What date?" I laughed bitterly, dropping my bag in the foyer before pulling off my shoes.
"Are you okay? Did you get amnesia or something?" She asked, making me laugh again.
"I wish. All I got was stood up." I said, making my way towards her kitchen to grab some of the emergency ice cream she picked up this morning.
"Oh my god, really?" Lennon gasped. "He was so excited though!"
"Maybe he was excited to make me look like an idiot." I grabbed two spoons from a drawer as Len discarded the top of the container.
"Wow. I'm sorry Har." She said, taking a bite of the ice cream.
"It's whatever. Can we just put on a movie or something? I think they just put Greatest Showman on Netflix."
-
Just as Rewrite the Stars was beginning, the doorbell rang loudly. Lennon let out a groan, getting up and heading to answer the door.
"He- what are you doing here?" I heard her ask, prompting me to turn around. In front of her stood Calum, who glanced at me before looking back at her.
"I need to talk to Harlow."
"You blew it, Cal." She crossed her arms. I stood up and made my way over to them slowly.
"It's okay, Len." I said softly to her. She shook her head slowly before taking a few steps away so she wasn't on top of us but was still in earshot. "What do you want, Calum?"
"I want to apologize."
"For what? Standing me up? Making me feel like an idiot?" I barked.
"I wanted to go, Har, I really did but Ashton-"
"Ashton what?"
"He told me not to go out with you." He answered quietly looking down at his feet.
"He what?"
"He told all of us. Jack, Zack and Rian, too." Cal stated. I let out a loud groan, turning to look at Lennon who pointed to the door to the basement. "He's down there."
I said a quick goodbye to Calum before storming through the door and down the stairs. Ashton was sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, strumming his guitar.
"Are you fucking serious?" I shouted, catching his attention. "You told Calum not to go out with me?"Ashton raised his eyebrows at my outburst, a smirk falling on his lips. "What makes you think you can control who I date?"
"You don't want to go out with Calum." Ashton laughed.
"Oh, so now you know what I think?" I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Please enlighten me."
"You're still young. You don't want to have the type of relationship you'd have with him, where you'd have to hide from the media. Trust me, I did you a favor."
"No you didn't, Ashton! You have no idea what I want!" I shouted. "Don't try to control my life, Ashton."
"I was just-" He started.
"No. You can't control my life, Ashton, and that's final."
A 5sos song that…
1. made you fall in love with the band?
2. you think is underrated?
3. you think is overrated?
4. you desperately want to hear live?
5. is always stuck in your head?
6. you’ve heard too many times?
7. you’ll never get tired of?
8. makes you feel nostalgic?
9. makes you feel sad?
10. you always listen to when you’re feeling down?
11. you know literally every word to?
12. you listen to at max volume in your car with the windows down?
13. has a special meaning to you?
14. has helped you through hard times?
15. will always have that special place in your heart?
16. you love but most people don’t?
17. most people love but you don’t?
18. 5sos let die but they shouldn’t have?
19. is your all time favorite?
20. you can relate to?
Your favorite…
21. bandmember?
22. ship?
23. era?
24. self titled song?
25. sounds good feels good song?
26. youngblood song?
27. 5sos dog?
28. tour?
29. haircolor on Michael?
30. lyric?
31. album?
32. tattoo of Calum?
33. tattoo of Ashton?
34. tattoo of Michael?
35. song to hear live?
36. music video?
37. keek?
38. single?
39. 5sos blogs on tumblr?
40. 5sos related memory?
This or that?
41. sounds good feels good or youngblood?
42. sounds good feels good or self titled?
43. livesos or myt live?
44. Luke with long or short hair?
45. Ashton with natural or red hair?
46. Calum with natural or blond hair?
47. Michael with or without eyebrow piercing?
48. youngblood or easier?
49. 2014 era or 2018 era?
50. petunia or duke?
51. moose or southy?
52. bring the lipring or the bandanas back?
53. 2014, 2016 or 2018 Ashton?
54. 2014, 2016 or 2018 Calum?
55. 2014, 2016 or 2018 Luke?
56. 2014, 2016 or 2018 Michael?
57: 2014 or 2018 clothes?
58. date your fav but never meet the others or be best friends with all of them?
59. only listen to 5sos music for the rest of your life and nothing else or never listen to 5sos music again?
60. Ashton teaches you how to play the drums or Calum teaches you how to play the bass?
Other
61. when did you become a fan?
62. how did you become a fan?
63. how long have you had this blog?
64. have you ever seen them live? what was it like?
65. what were your thoughts when you first heard/saw them?
66. are you still in the same lane as when you first joined the fandom?
67. if you could bring one ‘fetus’ thing back (like the lipring, bandanas, keeks etc), what would you pick?
68. do you know people in real life who like 5sos too?
69. if you could say something to 5sos, what would you say?
70. if you could choose one song to put on the setlist, which song would you pick?
71. have 5sos influenced your (view on) life in some sort of way?
72. what was your most awkward fangirl moment?
73. what is your favorite thing about 5sos?
74. what is your favorite thing about the 5sosfam?
75. what do you miss the most about fetus 5sos?
She was cleaning her lenses when her phone rang. There was still a couple of hours until the show, so she picked it up. “Hello?” She asked as she wedged the phone between her ear and shoulder. The line was silent for a moment before she heard someone speak.
