Forever Young

"It was the first kiss and the first time I felt connected to anything."


27. Chapter 27

Ashton's POV:

I blink my eyes open and the glare of the sun burns my eyes, I moan and turn to my side. A sleeping, beautiful, stripped Evelyn lays beside me, her arms wrapped around herself as she basically starts to shiver.

I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.

She stops shaking.

I've noticed that she talks in her sleep quite often, usually just rambling on about something with her sister or Grace.

But she didn't ramble on tonight.

She just slept.

She didn't toss and turn and sleep all crazy like she usually does.

She just slept.

She slept with her arm around me and her body sunk into the mattress. She was so peaceful, so lovely.



That's why it aches me to watch her wake up frowning.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask, she shakes her head.

"Nothing. Just a bad dream."

I don't want to ask,

and she doesn't want to tell me.

So we leave it.

"Well good morning." I smile, she snuggles up into my chest and smiles.

"Hm… Morning." She hums.

"You want breakfast?" I ask.

"I can make my famous toasted bread with butter." I say, she laughs with her eyes still closed, then opens them and rests her chin on my chest, looking at me with those big blue eyes.

"Can I have water with my toast?"

"Of course."


Eve's POV:

Ashton looks at me, dimples in all, and then starts to remove himself from the bed.

There's only one sheet and I'm stubborn so I cling it to my chest, but Ashton doesn't try and take it anyways. He just simply waltzes out of bed, naked and all, and I cover my eyes with my hand.

"Woah," I say, I hear Ashton chuckle.

"It's safe." He says, I peep through my hand and see his boxers on. I smile and hide myself in the sheets, biting my lip as I watch him dress.

"Enjoying the show?" He asks as he slips on his shirt, I nod and giggle.

Once Ash is dressed he asks me if I'm coming.

"Yea, could you hand me my shirt?" I ask, I already slipped on my panties under the covers.

"Here," Ashton says, holding my shirt about a foot away. I reach for it and he takes a step back. My right hand is still carefully clung to the sheet, holding it over myself.

"Ashton." I wine.

"C'mon." He shakes my shirt, teasing me, taunting me. I glare at him and reach again, he steps back.

"Ash, I'm serious." I complain.

"Okay, fine." He says, and just when I'm finally going to grab it, Ashton leans in and kisses me instead.

"Ashton." I say against his lips, He continues to kiss me as he lays me back on the bed.

"Ashton, we were gonna go get breakfast."

"We will," He stands to his knees and rips off the shirt he had just put on.


"In a minute."



After the bedroom, me and Ashton sit at the table whilst having toast and tea. The only two things he can make, and Ash talks about people from his party.

"And Marty and his girlfriend were green the rest of the night." He laughs, I do as well because his smile makes me smile.

"Well I'm glad you had fun, do you have work today?" I ask.

"No, but I do have band practice…"


'Yea. I sit in on band practices.'


Grace's words come back to me.

How do I ask him if I can watch him play? Should I just be blunt? Or maybe I should just play it cool, like I really don't care. Or maybe I should just ask Cal instead.

I look on my hand and see his number.

I could.

But I won't.

That's going over Ashton's head and I wouldn't do that.

"Do you wanna come?" Ashton asks.

Or we could just do that.

I smile.

"Yea, yea I'd love to." I smile.

"Good," He picks up both of our dishes. "Let's go get dressed."


When we get there I ask Ash which studio it's in, he said studio C level 3.

He said he remembers it because it rhymes.

I know this building well because just around the corner from studio C is studio A. That's where I take my lessons. But I won't tell Ashton that, he'll force me to sing or something.

Singing has always been a passion of mine, but Grace is much more open about it. She sings anything, anywhere, anytime. She's really good too.

Again, I wish I had her confidence.

"Hey! Chica!" I notice Calum first as he walks up to me, wearing a snug pair of black jeans and a black and white american flag t-shirt.

"Hey Cal," I smile, he walks up and hugs me. I scan the room and see Michael, Luke, and an older man, maybe, early 30's.

"Alright boys, time is money." He says.


"Mr. Jamison." Ashton whispers to me.

"Our manager." He clarifies, I nod.


"Alright, lets run Unpredictable." Mr. Jamison demands, all of the boys get up and move to the studio box.

The studio box is different from the single one in the room I work in, this one is much bigger, and the clear class is longer, so we can see more. And there are plenty of instruments on the inside. A set of drums, an acoustic guitar, an electric guitar and four microphones set all around.

Ashton squeezes my hand and kisses my cheek.

"You can watch from right here." He leads me to the black, rolling chair next to where Mr. Jamison is sitting.

"Best seat in the house." Ash says as he walks into the studio. I just stand by the chair and Mr. Jamison because I feel uncomfortable. That chair seems like it's for important people, not the girlfriend who wined about sitting in on band practice.

He asked you, remember.

My subconscious says.

Oh yea,

But still.

"You can take a seat, love." Mr. Jamison says.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, make yourself comfortable. I've heard an awful lot about you."

Him too?


"Really? Oh, well thank you… I think." I chuckle. "I've heard some about you as well."

And just then the beat of the drums bang. Me and Mr. Jamison jump and see Calum sitting on Ashton's drums.

"Ready when you are!" He yells, Mr. Jamison rolls his eyes and presses a button as he talks.

"Okay, we're good to go."

Calum gets up and Ashton takes his seat back.

Ashton whips out a pair of drumsticks, I try and look carefully to see if they still have the names on them.






My heart warms when I see the scribbles on each stick. I smile. Ashton looks at his left drumstick and the corner of his mouth lifts to a smile.

"One! Two! Three! Four!" Ashton beats his sticks together.


I swear he plays to the beat of my heart.

Cheesy, I know.

But it couldn't be more true.

Ashton's muscles contract every time he hits a beat, and then he starts to sing.

Ashton doesn't sing very much, but I'm not surprised. It must be hard to play and sing at the same time.

Cal and Michael both have guitars and Luke sits on a small stool, singing most of the lyrics as the rest follow along.

I'm so mesmerized by Ashton and the sweat dripping off of his biceps that I forget to listen to the song, and once I start listening they're already half way through.

It's actually a brilliant song.

All of their voices mix beautifully together and the instruments couldn't collide any better.

When their done Ashton's eyes draw straight to me and he mouths "What did you think?"

I give him a thumbs up and Mr. Jamison clicks on the talking button.


"Great one guys, now come out here, I have some news."

The boys tumble out of the room and they all take seats. Calum and Luke share the couch, Michael sits in a chair and Ashton sits in a chair.

While all of the boys mingle about something random, Ash looks at me and pats his leg, gesturing for me to sit on his lap. I glance over at the boys and walk to Ashton, he lightly takes my hips as I sit on his lap. Ash rubs my thigh every now and then.


I just love him so much.


"Okay, so as you all know, the Lover For Music conference is the day after tomorrow," Mr. Jamison starts, everyone completely oblivious to mine and Ashton's display of affection. "…And I need you all to be there. Whatever you have, Monday at 8, cancel it."

Mr. Jamison gets out of his seat and starts passing pieces of paper out.

"One for Mikey, one for Cal." He starts. "Luke, plus one and Ash, plus one." I look at Ashton and he hands me a piece of paper.


Admit 1

Lover For Music.

28th at 8:00pm

Donate today!


The card reads, and though the card is simple, I've heard this event is very important. Grace's sister has talked about it before. It's an annual thing.

"Seems legit." Cal says, I laugh.

"I was thinking the same thing." I say.

"Right?" He agrees.

"There is going to be a lot of important people there, very important. The dress attire is a three piece with some nice shoes, no sneakers." Mr. Jamison points to Michael, Michael pouts.

"And ladies," Mr. Jamison looks right at me, his loving green orbs sparkling so brightly. "You're welcome to wear whatever you'd like. Dress, skirt, whatever you girls do."

Me and Ashton laughs because I've never worn a skirt in my life.

"If I'm right she'll go in a giant t-shrit with leggings." Ashton teases, I laugh but don't disagree.

He's right.

He runs his hand along my thigh once more before we're all dismissed…

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