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Another bday post ily luke hbd ★
I'm Scared I'll Never Sleep Again: Part 7
Summary: After an unexpected turn of events, you find yourself looking at Ashton in a different light
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x fem! Reader
Warnings: mentions of sex/past sexual experiences
Note: ughh I love sweet and caring Ash so much
Wordcount: 2.6k
Mentions: @ocexnhurricxne @ems-loves-5sos-11 @uhmmjayla
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8
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You woke up on Ashton’s couch, the once bright living room now a dark purple from the sunset. It was a little eerie waking up in the dark by yourself, especially in a house you’ve never been in before. Your eyes were well rested, but your head was pounding. Sweat clung to your body, making the shower you took earlier void.
Your eyes felt heavy and swollen from how much crying you did earlier. The fight kept replaying in your head, your heart immediately panging with hurt. You let out a little sigh. A part of you felt emotionally distant from Zack. With the way he treated you, and the way his true colors came out, you couldn’t care less about him.
But another part of you made you doubt your sanity. How could you have spent the last 2 years hoping things would get better? And why were you willing to lose those 2 years, constantly lying to yourself?
You slowly sat up, mouth a little dry. After swinging your legs off the couch, you stood up and made your way to your phone. The time was 9:12 PM, the bright light causing your eyes to strain a little. Ashton should be back by now, you thought. You set your phone on a nearby table and made your way to the kitchen.
You randomly flipped a switch, a small warm light illuminating part of the kitchen island. You started searching aimlessly for some sort of cup, opening cupboards haphazardly. After finding a cup and filling it, you took a sip, desperate to quench your thirst.
“Glad you’re awake,” a voice emerged from behind you. Ashton stood in the doorway leading into the kitchen. A slight smile was on his face and his arms were crossed over his chest. His loud voice interrupted the ambient noise surrounding his house, making you bring your hand to your chest in fear, nearly dropping your cup.
“You scared me,” you said breathlessly, staring at his figure. He let out a little chuckle, looking down before looking back up at you. He leaned his body against the doorframe, taking in your slightly disheveled appearance. He took notice of how the sides of your hair had dried in an awkward angle, presumably from the way you slept. Additionally, he saw how his shorts had slightly ridden up your legs, the bottom of his shirt slightly wrinkled on your significantly smaller frame.
“How was Valerie?” you asked, walking up to the kitchen counter to place your cup down. Ashton’s initial happy expression turned serious upon hearing the name. His smile dropped, causing you to second guess your decision to bring her up.
“Y’know I’ve been thinking,” Ashton started, looking at your face. The sudden tone shift made you feel slightly awkward, realizing you opened a can of worms. He took a seat in a barstool across from the kitchen island.
“With all the stuff that happened with you and Zack recently…it made me realize something,” Ashton continued. You felt it right to sit down in a nearby bar stool too, internally panicking at where the conversation was going,
“And I’m not happy, kinda like in the same way you weren’t. It was obvious at first, but when we spoke that night, it made me realize that I don’t think I love her,” Ashton said with sincerity in his voice. You were slightly taken aback by his sudden seriousness.
“She’s so demeaning…” Ashton trailed off. You looked down at your hands, trying to find the right words to respond with.
“Are you going to break up with her?” you asked him, fidgeting with your fingers. Upon hearing your question, Ashton scratched the back of head in thought.
“I don’t really know,” he responded. You nodded in acknowledgement. The room fell silent for a moment, yet it was comfortable.
“Do you think I should?” Ashton broke the silence once again. You looked back at his face, eyes round with sadness.
“I don’t know…” you started. You truly didn’t. Sure, Ashton helped you in your realization that Zack hadn’t loved you in the way that he should. But you didn’t know anything about Valerie…other than she was mean. But you were always someone who tried to find the good in people, which is why it took you so long to realize what kind of person Zack was.
“Do you feel loved?” You asked, trying to find more from Ashton. He looked up at the white ceiling in thought.
“I mean no? But also yes? She does nice things for me all the time, but she looks and talks to me like she hates me,” Ashton began speaking from his heart. Your stomach dropped at his truthful answer, feeling bad for the way he was being treated.
“That’s not enough,” you told him bluntly. He looked back at your face, shock slightly written on his face.
“What d’ya mean?” Ashton asked.
“I mean…why are you trying to hold on to something that’s not there? How can someone treat you with so much hate but say they love you?” you said, fully expressing yourself. Ashton nodded, understanding what you were saying.
“That sounds a little familiar,” Ashton said, staring you down.
“Yeah, well I have someone to thank for that,” you looked down shyly.
“Would you like a beer?” Ashton asked before standing up and heading to the large sage green fridge.
“Sure,” you said, watching him grab a dark brown beer bottle. He smacked the top of the bottle on the edge of the table, the cap breaking off with a loud pop. He handed you the drink before opening his own and taking a sip. The taste was bitter, making you smack your lips.
“I’m glad we found each other again,” Ashton said after taking a second sip of his beer. You looked at him as he sat down.
“Why?” you asked. You tried hard to forget about the taste, focusing on the conversation.
“Because I think we go well together. You pick up where I slack and vice versa.” Ashton smiled at you before taking another sip. You smiled too.
“Yeah I agree. I guess if it wasn’t for you…I would be with Zack still,” you responded. You took another sip of the beer. You pretended to shiver, as if being with Zack gave you the creeps. Ashton chuckled at your playfulness before setting the beer down on the table.
“I really missed us. We were like partners in crime…Batman and Robin," Ashton said, looking off to the side.
“Yeah I guess we were pretty close,” you agreed. You were nearly half way through the bottle at this point.
“Yeah, we were wild,” Ashton said, looking at the bottle. Wild. That word brought you back. The way you would kiss Ashton on his lap. The way he would wrap his large arms over your small frame. The way he would make you moan out his name. It all came flooding back unexpectedly.
You let out a little cough, trying to clear away the memories that replayed in your head. You looked up at Ashton. He was slightly flustered in the face too.
“I think I should go,” you said, trying to escape from Ashton. He looked at you, an expression you couldn’t quite make out. You started to stand up from your chair, nearly falling over from how tipsy you were.
“Hey, be careful,” Ashton said, watching you catch yourself. He stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hand to help you balance.
“Thanks,” you said. He let go of your hand once you found stable footing.
“Just a little tipsy,” you tried explaining to him.
“I know I said you couldn’t stay the night, but you can crash here,” Ashton told you. You looked up at him, slightly confused.
“Why?” you asked.
“Ehh it’s too late to find someone to crash with, plus you’re tipsy,” Ashton explained.
“Here you can take the bed, I’ll take the couch,” Ashton said before making his way to the bedroom. You were a little perplexed at Ashton’s caring attitude, his need to make you stay, even though earlier he said otherwise.
You, however, didn’t want to fight him on the matter. You followed him, watching him take a white pillow from the bed and shove it under his armpit. He untucked one of the corners of the white comforter, inviting you to lie down in the plush bed.
“I’ll just be in the living room if you need me,” Ashton informed you before walking to the door frame. He stopped to watch as you settle yourself in the bed.
“Goodnight, it was nice talking to you,” Ashton said softly, a little smile on his face. He flipped the switch on the wall before gently closing the door. The room was dark. Your body was engulfed with Ashton’s scent, a sudden calmness washing over you. Or was that the alcohol?
You let out a little sigh of content. You were slightly shocked at Ashton’s bluntness about Valerie. Sure, you knew that he wasn’t in the greatest relationship. But something happened between the two of you that hadn’t happened in a long time—he asked for advice. This was a big step.
After getting completely screwed over by Ashton years ago, you found yourself in the same position before it all went to shit. However, this time, it felt different. Ashton seemed like a more genuine person. Sure, he was a nice friend all those years ago, but he acted as if he actually valued you…everything about you.
Ashton from two years ago wouldn’t offer to let you stay the night. He didn’t care for your well-being in the same way he did at this moment. This was a new and refreshing behavior from him.
The orange sunrise woke you from your slumber, the bedroom lightly illuminated. You found yourself slightly sore from yesterday’s hike. You lifted yourself out of the bed, warmth slipping away from you. The house was peacefully quiet.
You opened the door to find Ashton still sleeping on the couch, snoring softly. You grabbed a napkin from his kitchen, and a random pen from the countertop. With black ink, you wrote:
“Thank you so much for letting me stay the night. I’m off to Fiona’s for now. I’ll see you later.”
You folded the paper nicely and left it on the countertop. You grabbed your shoes and walked up to the front door, taking one last look at Ashton’s sleeping figure before softly closing the door behind you.
Luckily, the walk to Fiona’s house wasn’t too far, considering that Calum and the rest of the members wanted to live near each other. You looked a little silly at 7 in the morning. Wrinkled men’s clothes, messy hair, and hiking boots were not very fashionable nor practical.
You knocked on their front door, hoping it was loud enough to wake Fiona or Calum. Fiona opened the door after a few loud knocks. Her hair was messy, eyes squinted, and she wore wrinkled silk pajamas. Once realizing it was you, her eyes widened in shock.
“Oh my god, where were you?” Fiona raised her voice. You were still slightly sleepy yourself, her booming voice waking you up more.
“Shhh, I was just at Ashton’s house,” you tried to calm her down, both of your palms facing towards her. Her eyes widened once again at your statement.
“Ashton Irwin’s house? Are you out of your mind?” She squeaked, trying to force herself to stop yelling. You shook your head at her vigorously.
“Get your mind out of the gutter! Not like that. Trust me, I slept alone in that bed,” you explained, emphasising the last words. Fiona grabbed your hand, pulling you into the house. The floor was made of white tile, white walls, and bronze decorating the house.
“So you’re telling me that you stayed the night at Ash’s place and you didn’t hook up?” Fiona asked once again, trying to clarify everything.
“Yes, I swear we didn’t hook up!” you slightly raised your voice at her. You could hear footsteps making their way down the stairs. A sleepy Calum emerged from upstairs, shirtless with gym shorts on.
“Anyway, why did you stay the night?” Fiona asked once seeing Calum walk downstairs. Fiona was starting to sound like your mother.
“I was planning on coming over here, but we had some beer, and he told me to stay the night,” you lied to Fiona.
“Wait…you drank with him, he told you to stay the night, and you didn’t sleep with him?” Fiona asked once again. You rolled your eyes at the question.
“Yes, now will you please let it go?” you said, childishly stomping your foot on the tile.
“Ok fine.” she conceded. You crossed your arms in front of your chest.
“Well, we have bigger fish to fry anyway. What happened with Zack yesterday?” Fiona asked, once again grabbing your arm and pulling you into the kitchen, your muscles straining slightly. She sat you at their light grey dining table before sitting herself in front of you. Calum sleepily followed behind the two of you, barely waking up.
“I-we broke up. I told him I couldn’t marry him, and he freaked out and kicked me out of the house,” you explained, still trying to make sense of yesterday.
“Wait, where’s all your stuff?” Calum interjected between the both of you.
“At my- Zack’s apartment still,” you explained, watching Calum and Fiona’s reaction.
“Wait, he kicked you out and didn’t even give you the courtesy to grab your stuff?” Calum asked again. Fiona threw a hand up in his face, motioning him to be quiet. Calum immediately quieted down, letting his fiancée speak.
“Wait, so he just expects you to grab your stuff by yourself later?” Fiona asked.
“Yeah, I guess…” you trailed off.
“I honestly don’t know how I’m going to grab everything,” you thought aloud.
“It’s ok, Calum and I can help you,” Fiona reassured, caressing the top of your hand. You were grateful that Fiona had your back.
“For now, let’s get some food. You got a change of clothes?” Fiona asked, pointing at the messy outfit Ashton had given you.
Calum happily made breakfast while you and Fiona were in her closet, graciously lending you some clothes. She found it fitting to have you wear plain jeans and a loose-fitting graphic t-shirt. You threw your hair up in a ponytail, trying to mask its unkempt nature.
“You’re gonna have to text Zack again,” Fiona informed you. The three of you sat at the dining table eating breakfast together. You put your fork down while staring at her.
“How am I supposed to text him back, after all that happened?” you asked her, anxiety overtaking your body.
“Babe, this isn’t about getting back together. You’re there for a mission, to get your things back,” Fiona responded to you. A part of you knew that Fiona was right, but the idea of texting Zack back sent chills all over your body.
“Can’t you just text him for me?” you childishly begged Fiona.
“No, we’re going to keep this civil and grown. Text him, make it short and simple, and get your shit,” Fiona said, determined. You let out a little sigh in frustration, throwing some food into your mouth.
“Y’know I bet Ash and I could help you out,” Calum suggested, pointing his silver fork at you. You lit up at the statement, happily nodding.
“That would actually be a lifesaver. The less time I spend alone with him, the better,” you responded before putting some more food in your mouth.
“Once you’re moved out, we gotta find you a new place to live,” Fiona told you before sipping her coffee.
“Yeah, I know, don’t want to get in the way of all the wedding planning,” you said playfully. Fiona’s face got red, smacking your shoulder with your arm. Both of you let out giggles, and you continued to breakfast.
I love his little smile here~
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I'm Scared I'll Never Sleep Again: Part 8
Summary: your relationship with Ashton gets significantly closer
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x fem! reader
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 3.4k
Note: sorry for taking so long to update again! Something personal came up that took up a lot of my time. I should be back to my regular update schedule.
Mentions: @ocexnhurricxne @ems-loves-5sos-11 @uhmmjayla
To read Parts 1-7 go to my masterlist!
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Living with Fiona over the weekend was fun. You spent most of your time together, watching trashy TV, running errands, and both of you even had a little cookout. However, like most good things, it had to come to an end.
You stood there on a Sunday morning, both you and Fiona standing over your phone. It was nice being with Fiona, but you knew you needed to grab your things. Plus, work needed you. You had spent 3 blissful days without your work laptop. You huffed, looking over the phone in uncertainty.
“What do I even say?” you looked next to you at Fiona. She also looked a little stumped, thinking.
“Just something simple like, ‘I need to get my stuff’,” Fiona suggested. You shook your head disapprovingly.
“No, it needs to be more…commanding? ‘I’m coming over to grab my stuff now’,” you suggested. You watched Fiona's face, trying to see if she agreed or not. She nodded slightly, indicating that you should text Zack.
You picked your phone off the table, quickly unblocking Zack’s contact and typing out the command. For a moment, you hesitated, thumb hovering over the send button.
Fiona lightly nudged your elbow, encouraging you to send it. With your eyes closed, you quickly pressed it, hearing a loud swoosh sound as it sent. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, plopping your back on the table and walking away.
“God, I hate this,” you said under your breath, walking to the kitchen, a physical manifestation of your eagerness to ignore your phone. You opened a cabinet before grabbing water from the sink.
“Hey, we got your back, remember?” Fiona reminded you as we followed you into the kitchen.
“Look on the bright side, you get an apartment to yourself again, decorate it however you want, and you’re single now!” Fiona said excitedly, nudging your shoulder. You lightly rolled your eyes as you took a sip of water.
“I’m not looking for anything right now,” you told her, staring at the plastic cup in your hand. You could see Fiona’s shoulders sink at your response.
“Well, you always have me…and Calum,” Fiona said, trying to make you feel better. You smiled at her before taking another sip of water.
Your phone dinged from across the room, making you and Fiona look at your phone in nervousness. You started to sweat a little, anticipation building. Fiona looked at you, indicating with her eyes that you should go check the text message.
You walked over, hand tight on the cup as you peered over the black screen. You quickly double-tapped it, trying to wake it up to see the notification. Ashton’s notification appeared on the screen, making your heart skip a beat a little and causing relief. You set the cup down to look at the notification.
Ash: Hey can we talk?
Fiona, nosey as ever, peered over your shoulder, eyes widening once reading the text message.
“Dude already?” Fiona asked, once again slapping your shoulder. You looked at her, shocked by her insinuation.
“No, nothing’s happening, ok? He’s just having some personal issues,” you tried to explain to her as vaguely as possible. You turned your attention back to your phone, texting him a quick message before setting it down.
Fiona rolled her eyes at your response, walking over to another part of the house and disappearing. You looked at your phone again, watching the little grey bubble pop up.
Ash: let's meet at the bar later
A small smile crept up on your face upon reading the message. You quickly liked it before setting your cup in the sink. You enjoyed Ashton’s company, a lot more than you would like to admit. You were glad that the both of you reconciled, bringing your friendship with him to the next level.
Zack hadn’t responded to you all day. It was starting to frustrate you a little. But as the day passed, you sat with Fiona in the living room, quietly anticipating meeting Ashton again.
“What’s wrong with you?” Fiona asked, staring you down. You looked at her, your knee slightly shaking in excitement.
“Nothing, just have some plans later today,” you told her, trying to bring your shoulders down to relax.
“Ohh, plans? Perhaps with someone whose name starts with an A?” Fiona asked, intrigued. Her eyebrow rose, a small smirk on her lips as she leaned next to you.
You were a little embarrassed at how easily Fiona was able to read you. In fact, you felt a little guilty at how ecstatic you were to talk to Ashton. However, a small part of you tried to ignore it.
“Maybe?” you tried to respond, cheeks flushing and voice increasing in pitch. You looked down at your hands, fidgeting out of nervousness.
“Well, be safe and don’t do anything stupid,” Fiona told you. Your head snapped at her in shock.
“He has a girlfriend, y’know?” your voice slightly raised at her.
“Like that’s stopped you before,” Fiona sassily quipped. You shook your head in response.
“Look, it's not like that. We’re just friends,” you adamantly tried to persuade her. Fiona didn’t respond, instead throwing you a knowing look before looking at her phone.
“Well, I need to head out,” you said, trying to diffuse the conversation. Fiona responded with a quick goodbye as you left.
You met Ashton at the bar, sitting in a tall stool. He wore a simple tank top with some jeans. He looked lost in thought. Something was definitely plaguing him.
“Hey,” you greeted as you sat down next to him. He was immediately pulled out of his trance, giving you a small smile back. He had a large beer in his hand, nearly half empty.
“Can I please have a rum and Coke?” you asked the bartender before turning your attention to Ashton.
“I asked to break up,” Ashton told you, barely giving you a chance to ask him what was wrong. His eyes looked a little lost, a small pout on his lips.
“What? What did she say?” you said, trying to get your bearings. The bartender slid your drink towards you. You nonchalantly grasped it before bringing it to your mouth to drink. The taste was a little bitter, the Coke doing very little to mask the taste.
“She just like flipped out and started crying. I don’t know, it scared me,” Ashton said, looking down at his drink. You sensed real emotion and fear coming from him. Your eyes softened as you looked at him.
“I felt trapped,” he whispered to you. You put your hand on his shoulder, trying to make him feel better.
“Hey, you did it. That’s all that matters,” you tried to reassure him. His eyes snapped back to you, slightly teary.
“It feels like climbing a mountain,” he told you truthfully. Your eyes flickered to the side, trying to find a way to respond.
“Hey, it's gonna feel hard now, but she’s gonna get over it, and you can heal,” you tried to explain to him.
“See, I needed to text Zack, and it was so hard for me, but I still did it,” you tried to encourage him. He went from looking at his drink to turning his body completely to meet your face.
“You texted Zack?” Ashton asked, looking into your eyes.
“Yeah, I needed to get my stuff back,” you told him truthfully,
“Wait, this guy still hasn’t given your stuff back to you yet? It’s been days,” Ashton said, his voice becoming louder. You didn’t respond, unsure of how to react to the sudden mood change. You lifted your hand off his shoulder, more out of confusion than fear.
“Yeah, he hasn’t responded to me yet; he’s probably busy,” you tried to reason with Ashton. You took another sip of your drink, a sweet buzzing starting to take over your head.
“Huh, what a creep,” Ashton said, anger flooding his voice even more. He hastily stood up before taking a big swig of his drink and walking out of the bar. You hurriedly looked through your bag, handing the bartender some cash to pay for both of your drinks.
His gait was slightly awkward, his upper body swinging left to right as he struggled to walk. You chased after him, trying to keep an eye on him without causing a scene.
“Hey, where are you going?” you asked hurriedly. You would think it would be easier to catch up to a drunk man. However, the busy streets and various other drunk people made it hard for you to navigate your surroundings, plus keep an eye on Ashton. Honestly, it was hard for you to keep track of the movement of your own feet, the drink’s effects amplifying with each step.
Once the street cleared, you were able to catch up to him, placing your small hands against his broad shoulders. You had a tight grip on Ashton, stopping him from being able to move any further.
“Please stop,” you said a little breathlessly. Ashton turned around, his cheeks flushed, either from being drunk or the anger that suddenly washed over him.
Ashton’s narrow eyes immediately softened once looking at yours. He moved closer to you, leaving inches, maybe even centimeters between both of your bodies. You never noticed the way his eyes sparkled slightly in the dark night, car lights and lamp rays highlighting the green in his eyes.
“I can’t bear the fact that you let him walk all over you,” Ashton said, his voice gruff and low. You held your breath, still trying to read his face.
“I don’t,” you squeaked out. Ashton broke eye contact with you, looking down at the sidewalk before walking up against a brick wall. He rested his fist on the hard surface, trying to take a deep breath. You walked towards him, slightly cornering him against the wall.
“I don’t think you know what it's like to be loved,” Ashton said, still facing the wall. He suddenly turned to face you, not realizing how much you closed the space between the two of you. He halted his movement, looking down at your small figure. You noticed the way his Adam's apple bobbed when swallowing, subconsciously making you gulp.
“Show me,” you blurted out. Ashton, without a moment's hesitation, caressed your jaw before smashing his lips into yours. You melted into the kiss immediately, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.
You were the first to break the kiss, eyes widening in shock at what the both of you just did. You let your arms rest on his shoulders again, looking up at Ashton’s face. He looked down, grabbing your wrists to bring your hands down.
“We can’t go through this again,” Ashton said. You softly used your hand to lift Ashton’s chin upwards to look at you.
“For the first time, it all makes sense,” you started. Ashton brought his eyebrows together in slight confusion before you continued.
“You helping me, me helping you. Don’t you see it? ” you admitted. Ashton perked slightly at your confession. His large hand went to your hand that was holding his face, gently bringing it down to engulf it with his hands. He felt warm and safe in that moment.
“The moment I saw you at that party months ago, I was reminded of everything. I couldn’t get you out of my head, and you kept popping up everywhere,” Ashton also admitted.
“I want to give this a try. For real. No lying,” Ashton adamantly said, staring deep into your eyes. You felt a little flustered at his dominance, a slight smile creeping up into your face as you nodded at him.
“Ok,” you said before nodding in agreement again. Your heart was beating fast, your drunk mind attempting to catch up to the events that just occurred. Ashton smiled at your response, walking towards you before engulfing you in another kiss.
It didn’t matter what was happening around you; the only thing on your mind was the way Ashton gently held your face while you kissed or the way his brown curls brushed against the top of your forehead. You smiled into the kiss.
Ashton broke away, slightly out of breath from how long the kiss was. You looked at him, hopeful. Your face flushed looking at him, slightly giddy from kissing Ashton again. Your head was buzzing tremendously, thoughts barely coursing through your head.
“Here, I wanna take you somewhere,” Ashton told you happily. He confidently took your hand in his before leading you down the street. You followed him, blissfully replaying the kiss that went through your mind.
The streets were dark, with few people on the sidewalk. The street lamps barely lit up the place, a dull warm light. The dark night didn’t help; stars were covered with dark grey clouds, blocking the white moonlight.
As you observed your surroundings, you noticed Ashton was walking into a building with large glass windows and beige concrete columns. He pulled out a key, unlocking the glass doors. The interior was white, with a small countertop, tables, and chairs thrown haphazardly along the cold tile floor.
“Where are we?” you asked, taking in your surroundings. The place was dark; only the dim streetlights reflecting into the building served as a small light source. Ashton broke away from your hand, walking aimlessly amongst the trash.
“I bought this building a few months back. I have a vision to make it into a coffee shop,” Ashton told you, slightly proud of himself. Your mind was still buzzing slightly, looking around at the building.
“You want to open a coffee shop?” you reiterated, looking at him. He nodded at you. You walked over to the walls, noticing damage, holes, and scratches. You subconsciously brought your hand, your skin immediately feeling cold once you touched it.
“Now I don’t have a name or anything really planned yet; it’s still a work in progress,” Ashton said, walking over to where you were. You looked back at him, seeing his smile. You grinned at him too before removing your hand, bringing your arms to his arms.
“I didn’t really take you for a cafe type of guy,” you said jokingly. Ashton let out a little giggle.
“Well, I wanted to expand my horizons,” he admitted to you. You nodded in acknowledgement.
“But this isn’t what I wanted to show you,” Ashton continued. You looked at him, a little confused. He took your hand again, guiding you back outside through the same double doors. He took you to the side of the building, a short flight of concrete stairs leading to a small black door. He typed in a code before placing his hand on the large metal handle and throwing it open.
Once he opened the door, you could barely see inside, darkness engulfing the narrow hallway. You hesitated for a moment, watching Ashton climb the stairs in front of you.
“Come on, I promise you’ll like it,” Ashton said excitedly, motioning for you to walk with him. You followed, attempting to watch where your feet were stepping in the darkness. You placed your hand on Ashton’s lower back, using him as a guide.
Ashton suddenly stopped, pausing to find the handle. After gripping it firmly, he threw the heavy hatch open, the moonlight illuminating him in front of you. He climbed out first before extending his hand to help you up.
“Wait, don’t move! And close your eyes!” Ashton said suddenly. You stood frozen, eyes closing shut. You heard Ashton make his way to the left of you, small clinking coming from the corner.
“Are your eyes closed?” Ashton shouted as he continued to rustle. You could hear him make his way in front of you, stopping to face you.
“Ok you can open them,” Ashton told you softly. The night sky was illuminated by warm fairy lights, a soft breeze making the lights bounce in the air lightly. A small dark green couch sat in front of you, various blankets and pillows thrown all over it. A small checkered red and white rug rested on the concrete rooftop.
“What is all this?” you asked in awe as you walked towards the couch. Ashton followed right next to you, proud of himself. You threw yourself on the couch, the plush cushions relaxing your aching back.
“Check this out!” Ashton said before running in front of you. A small white fridge sat where the fairy lights were plugged in underneath a canopy. He opened the door, revealing a couple of drinks and snacks. You leaned forward, shocked once again.
“This is cool!” you said excitedly. Ashton walked over to you, plopping himself on the couch next to you.
“I worked on this a while back when I was feeling down. Sometimes I felt like I couldn’t even get a moment alone. So, I kinda built this place and made it all cozy,” Ashton told you truthfully. You looked at him, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
“This place is beautiful,” you told him, voice softened. The soft crickets and low light suddenly made you sleepy. You rested your head on his shoulder, eyes closed.
“I wanted to share it with you because you really mean a lot to me, friend or girlfriend. I thought you deserved a sanctuary like this, especially since you’re living with Fiona for now,” Ashton admitted. Your head felt heavy, yet you managed to lift it to look at Ashton. He was laser-focused on you.
“I don’t even know what to say,” you admitted. You were at a loss for words at his incredible kindness and vulnerability.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Ashton whispered to you, placing a small peck on your cheek. You smiled at him before placing your head on his lap.
“Here, wait a second,” Ashton told you as he lifted himself from the couch. You were momentarily frustrated at losing him as a pillow. He grabbed a soft blanket that was folded next to you, unraveling it before throwing it on you. You let out a hmm in satisfaction, warming up next to him. You rested your head back onto him, bringing the blanket closer to you. The night drew to a close with Ashton’s arm wrapped around your back. He also threw his head back on the top of the couch, eyes closed.
You woke up to the sun rising and the chirping of birds. You found yourself on the couch, on top of Ashton. He lay underneath you, lightly snoring. You lifted yourself, stretching your arms out. You looked at Ashton, smiling to yourself at the way he was sleeping. His eyes were closed, head turned to the side, face almost buried in the cushion of the couch. You gently placed a kiss on his cheek, his eyes fluttering open at the contact.
“Hey,” Ashton said sleepily in a deep husky voice, looking at you. Your hair was a long, knotted mess, makeup slightly smeared around your eyes and mouth.
“Good morning,” you responded before letting out a yawn. You were straddling him at the waist before you tried to swing your leg to the other side of his body.
“No, don’t leave yet,” Ashton whined a little, placing his large hand on your thigh to prevent you from moving. You looked down on him, a smirk on your lips.
“Here,” you said before throwing the upper half of your body onto his. You gave him a little hug, your face nuzzling the crook of his neck. He smelled like warmth with a hint of his musky cologne. He wrapped his arms around your back, holding you tighter against him.
“We gotta go,” you muffled into his skin, trying to lift yourself off of him.
“Fine,” Ashton relented, throwing his arms off of your back. You sat up again, finally swinging your legs around to the end of the couch before standing up. Ashton slowly sat up on the couch.
“Oh crap, I was supposed to grab my work laptop from Zack’s house,” you facepalmed. Ashton, still waking up, brought his attention to you.
“He still hasn’t texted you?” he asked, bringing his hands to pull his messy curls back. You scanned the carpet for your phone. After finding it, you picked it up, only to see no notifications from Zack.
You shook your head in response. Ashton let out a sigh of annoyance before standing up.
“Come on, let's go,” Ashton demanded.
“Where are we going?” you asked him as he was already making his way to the hatch.
“To get your stuff,” he responded before opening the heavy black hatch.
About Me!
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Hello! I am a long-time lurker, recent poster, so I thought I would start by introducing myself and hopefully make some online friends!
ꕀ My name is Cait, but you can also call me Eggy
ꕀ 22 years old!
ꕀ Gemini!
ꕀ I go by she/her pronouns
ꕀ I have been a fan of 5SOS since 2015 (I learned about them through 1D)
ꕀ I am an Ashton and Calum girl
ꕀ My top 10 favorite 5SOS songs are:
ꕤCaramel
ꕤWaste the Night
ꕤBabylon
ꕤWildflower
ꕤGotta Get Out (specifically the unplugged version)
ꕤYou Don't Go to Parties
ꕤNo Shame
ꕤistillfeelthesame
ꕤGhost
ꕤOuter Space/Carry On
『 Can I just add that picking these 10 was literally so hard 』
ꕀ My favorite album is: 5SOS5 (though Everyone's A Star is a close second)
ꕀ My favorite solo work is: Order Chaos Order
ꕀ Music: 5SOS (obviously), Wallows, Beabadoobee, TV Girl, Laufey, Late Night Drive Home, Clairo
ꕀ TV Shows/Movies: The Good Place, Juno, Dinner in America, 13 Going on 30, She's The Man, Full House, Skins, The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives, The Summer I Turned Pretty
ꕀ Hobbies: I love writing, painting, sewing (I want to get into knitting), honestly, I'm just happy doing anything as long as I have my headphones and jamming out
My inbox is open, so don't be scared to say hi!
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