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I ship you with Ashton Irwin!
You are just so pretty, like wow! How are all of these people so pretty, like did you guys get his with a pretty stick, if so where can I get hit with one?!?!
This morning you woke up to the soft hum of a voice. It wasn’t very loud, just soft sounding humming of a familiar sounding song and the faint sounds of a guitar being played. You rolled over on your back, you head falling against the soft pillow beneath you head, eyes slowly fluttering open. The curtains were pulled ope so the warm rays of yellow sunlight were streaming through the window, leaving the bedroom with a glow. You squinted through the sunlight, eyes adjusting to the sudden change. A deep breath slipped past your lips as you stretched against the warm white covers that hid your body from the rest of the world.
The sound of music filled your ears as a yawn fall from your parted lips. You rubbed at your tired eyes, turning your head to the right of the bed, Ashton’s side of the bed. the sheets were crumpled up from where he slept just an hour ago, but his body was no longer laying beside you. But he wasn’t far. He was sitting at the end of the right side of the bed, his bare back turned to you, his sun kissed skin was glowing with the softness of the morning.
You could see the neck of a guitar peeking out of his hands, and with every move he made, you could see the muscles in his back move with him. The dark black ink that painted the back of his neck catching your eyes, scanning over the bird that was tattooed on his skin. A warm smile spread across your lips as you took in the sight, he looked so natural and peaceful. You didn’t have to see his face to know that he was smiling as he played a tune that you couldn’t quite name, maybe it was something new.
You silently reach for your phone that rested on the bedside table, unlocking the lock screen and switching to the camera app. You watched the the camera opened and you were greeted with the view once more. You smiled as you snapped a few photos.Those may even become your new home screen.
You locked your phone and placed it back on the bedside table, trying to make as little noise as possible, so you wouldn’t disturb the atmosphere around you. You lifted your body onto your elbows. Your hair that was once in a bun, was now falling around your shoulders. The shirt you had thrown on last night was crumpled with sleep. You pulled the shirt down so it covered all that needed to be covered and moved the covers from your body.
You peered back over at Ashton to see that he still had his back to you, he hadn’t heard you whatsoever. You wondered if he had earphones in his ears. You moved across the bed, to sit behind him. You could feel a wave of warmth enveloping your body, his skin warm from the morning glow, that and his was just so naturally warm. It was something you loved about him. You reached out one of your hands to brush across the length of his broad shoulders, watching as a string of goosebumps raise up on his skin. He stopped his strumming and the soft humming that was once falling from his lips had silenced.
You carefully ran your fingernail over the outline of the tattoo that was inked on his skin. Watching with a smile as a shiver racked through his body, you loved that you had that effect on him, just like he did you. You continued to drag your finger slowly across his warm skin, leaning your head on your shoulder as you watched his shoulders relaxed more under your soft touches.
“Did I wake you?” His voice was soft and still somewhat husky from sleep.
You enjoyed the sound of his scratchy voice ringing in your ears. You hummed softly for a moment, the pads of your fingers still moving softly against his skin.
“It’s a nice sight to wake up too”
“I didn’t mean to wake you babygirl” Ashton turned his head slightly so his hazel eyes could lock with your own.
You shuffled closer to him, moving your head from your shoulder to rest against his shoulder. You let your hand fall from his shoulder to rest against his hip, thumb rubbing circles on his tanned skin.
“And I told you that I didn’t mind” You reasoned with him “Plus I love hearing your voice” You gave him a small smile, you could hear the croaky tone in your own voice.
“Wanna hear what I’ve been working on?” He asked you.
“Always” You smiled at him, pressing your lips to his shoulder in a soft kiss.
You could see the corners of his pink lips turning up in a warm smile. He turned his head back to peer down at the acoustic guitar in his hands. His long fingers plucked at the strings, a soft melody emitting from the instrument. You enjoyed the music that he was playing.
This new ear for the band gave the boys so much range with their music, they were trying out new sounds and they were writing lyrics that meant so much to them. You loved every moment that you got to witness him making this new music, music that meant so much to him, songs that scraped at every single little feeling that he had bottled up. And in the softness of the morning you enjoyed the sound even more, because he was playing it just for you.
When he stopped strumming, and the soft words that were string themselves together from his lips had stopped completely he peered over at you, his nose now brushing against yours. His eyes were looking right into yours, almost like he was peering into every little inner thought in your mind.
“What did you think?” He whispered his question to you.
The feeling of his warm breath fanning out against your lips felt your body feeling almost giddy. You smiled sweetly at him, watching as the apples of his cheeks slowly faded into a rosy colour as he waited for your response.
“I loved it Ashton”
“Good, because I’m writing for you”
It was now your turn to flush at his words, the heat rise up your cheeks.
