The New It Girl *ON HOLD*

Ashley is a low-key heiress. Justin's a famous celebrity. They meet at his concert and every thing is just a story from there.
***This story is on hold and under going major editing. I'm trying to pick up the writing again, I promise!***

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86. All because of a pair of sun glasses

 *******TWO MONTHS LATER*******

"Hey are you okay?" Justin asks me before I head upstairs. "Yeah of course." I reply heading upstairs. "She looks worried." I hear Scooter say. "I think she's just stressed." Justin says. "About the wedding?" Scooter asks. "Maybe, I don't know." Justin replies. I don't think it's about that, it's not for a year and and a half. I reach Justin's bedroom and grab my favorite pair of sun glasses off his dresser and go back down stairs. I guess I am kinda worried, I walk through the living room - where Justin and his friends are hanging out- and make it to the foyer. I have a really bad feeling in my stomach, I don't know what's going on but I just know something's going to happen. "Ash, babe, wait up." Justin calls after me. I stop and turn around trying to get rid of the worried look on my face. "What's wrong? You don't look to good. I can get these guys to go and we could hang out." He offers, he's wearing a snap back, basketball shorts and really fuzzy slippers. I smile at him. "I'm fine really! I just need to go catch up with my friends." I tell him. He smiles back.  We exchange 'I love you' s and a kiss before I head out the door.
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"You need to relax!" Tiffany says. "Like seriously, order a drink or something." Anna tells me. "Or I'll do it for you." Tiffany adds. They motion the waiter and order martinis. "So what's wrong?" Anna asks. "I don't know!" I confess. "What do you mean you don't know?" Tiffany asks looking up from her phone, her emerald green dress making her eyes pop. 
"I feel like something's going to happen and i don't know if it's good or not!" I explain. "Well your birthday party is in like a week, so maybe your just worried about that." Anna suggests. Oh crap! I completely forgot about my birthday. How could I do that? "Maybe I don't know and I don't think I should drink that." I say motioning to the martini that was placed in front of me. "Why?" Tiffany asks before sipping hers. "Alcohol and I don't go together very well." I remind myself and her. Anna and Tiffany glance at each other. "What?" I ask. "Nothing! We just thought you got over that." Anna tells me. "Over what?" I ask. "Not drinking." Tiffany mumbles. Wait what? "Oh yeah, I am. I just don't think I should tonight." I tell them. "Oh come on." Anna rolls her eyes. I break down and sip the martini.
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"Where are we going?" I whine. "I'm taking you home." I hear the accent say. "No, stop." I stop walking. "Ashley, come on." The accent says. "The car is right here." It says. "I don't want to go." I tell it. It looks me in the eyes then I realize, this accent is Zayn. "Especially with you." I add. "Where do you want to go then?" He asks slightly irritated. I shrug. "You're going to Justin's, I don't trust you by yourself." He says. He opens the door and I reluctantly get in his car. "How much have you had to drink?" He asks when the car is at a light. "I don't know, two three. Maybe four." I mumble. "How am I supposed to know?" I ask him. I feel a vibrating coming from my clutch. Too lazy to look for it I ignore it. My knees are pulled up to my chest, I'm very comfortable. "Just take me to my house." I manage to tell him. There's no reply, my eyes are closed and my head is against the window so I don't know if he nodded or not. Five minutes later I feel the car turn off and I hear my door open. I'm like sleeping but still conscious... How is this possible. I'm being carried... I know that much. "What happened?" I hear Scooter's voice say. "Found her wandering around downtown drunk." Zayn explains. "Put her on the couch." Scooter decides. I feel him walk, then I feel the couch. I hear them walk away. I hear someone walk past me and a door open then close. Two minutes later, I hear a door open and more footsteps. "Ashley, are you awake?" Justin says. I can't reply, I can't get myself to talk. "Man she is out of it." Alfredo comments. "Who found her?" Ryan asks. "Zayn found her wandering around drunk." Scooter  answers. I can feel them hovering over me, my clutch vibrates. Where is that thing!? "What was that sound?" Alfredo asks. "Probably her phone." Justin says,"Where ever that may be." He sighs. "What do we do with her?" Ryan asks. "Knowing her, leave her here. She always ends up doing some weird stuff before she really goes to sleep." Justin tells them. "Like what?" Drake asks looking for humor. "Sometimes she'll shower, or take her make up off and change, eat cereal, play solitaire, she does random stuff." Justin tells them. I hear them walking away. "Maybe she'll do the dishes." Alfredo says, making them laugh.  

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Oh no, that's not butterflies in my stomach. I snap open my eyes, I'm at Justin's house. I run to the bathroom and throw up. That's the worst part of drinking. Sometimes I can't hold it down. I flush the toilet and -very slowly- stand up. I look in the mirror. I don't look bad at all, that's a success! My makeup's off, my hair is pulled into a messy bun on my head and I'm in pj's that aren't mine but Justin's are way more comfortable. I walk downstairs to the kitchen. I look at the clock, it's like 1 in the morning but all the lights are on. Justin and his friends  are probably still out and about. I want food! What kind though is the real question. Cereal is always a good way to go. I hear a door open and voices. First one into the kitchen is Drake, then Alfredo, then Ryan, then Scooter and last but not least Justin. "Are the dishes done?" Scooter asks. What is he talking about? "Are you actually awake?" Justin asks. "No, I'm sleep walking." I say to him very sarcastically. "Then why are you eating cereal?" Ryan asks. "Because I want cereal." I tell him. "Did you take off all your make up off?" Alfredo asks. "Are we playing twenty questions?" I ask. "Would you rather play solitaire?" Drake asks. I glance at Justin who's trying not to grin. "Whatever." I say taking my box of cereal and walking towards the stairs. What were they talking about? 

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