oh my god the drunk boyfriend Luke was too sweet 🥺 can we get something similar for my good man Ashton next? love ya xx
aw thank you bb!❤ and oomf of course we can, ash is my main squeeze. love you too😍 i hope you like it!______
You were out for dinner and drinks with your girlfriends when you get a text from Calum that he and the guys are at the bar near to where you are currently. Thankful for the information but a little concerned that it was Calum and not your boyfriend, you asked if Ashton was okay.
Drunk off his ass is Calum’s response and you tell him to keep you updated if he needs to be picked up. It’s not that late and if he’s this drunk now, he’s in for a rough morning that yoga won’t be able to cure.
Half an hour later Calum sends you a video of Ashton singing your name loudly and leaning over the balcony railing much too far for your liking. You explain you need to take your man home to your friends and they decide to join you so you aren’t walking into a bar alone.
You greet Calum quickly then run over to Ashton who is still shouting down to the floor below and grab him by the elbow.
“Hey, hey, let’s back up a little, honey,” you say nervously tugging him back.
“Hey man, I’m just---hey! My girl’s here!” he pulls you in for a tight hug kissing the top of your head then starts singing again. You have no idea what the song is but gaze up at him admiringly.
Even drunk his voice is like honey.
“How’re you feeling?” You chuckle when he finishes his song.
“Better now that you’re here,” he grins, “did you hear me singing for you? Is that my mating call? You’re my soulmate so it has to work!”
He lets out a loud “WOOOOOO!” causing the other bar patrons to stare in your direction. You place your hand over his mouth shushing him, but he licks your palm.
“Ashton!” you laugh wiping your palm on his shirt.
“Don’t wipe it on me!”
“It’s your spit!”
“You’re funny,” he pokes your nose then his eyes widen. He holds your face in his hands and stares at you with a funny expression.
“What--”
“Shh, I’m getting lost in your eyes,” he hushes you. “I love my baby’s eyes. So pretty.” Recognition flashes in his own eyes and he begins belting “I LOVE YOU BABY AND IF IT’S QUITE ALL RIGHT I NEED YOU BABY--”
Thinking of the only way to get him to stop singing so loudly, you stretch up and kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you back heatedly, his attention all on you.
“Let’s go home, yeah?” you ask stroking his cheek and he nods suddenly shy.
“Okay baby,” he kisses you softly once more. “Can I give you a private concert at home?”
“Yes you can,” you giggle. He’s still singing Frank Sinatra’s song softly to you the whole way home and you record it to save it for later when you’re feeling down.
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