THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR #ASHMMA2K14 #FINALLY #SEIZETHEDAYMYASS
I'm not going to lie, I don't think Ashton or I were concentrating much on the movie throughout the next hour or so. I know for sure I wasn't. How do you focus when you're between the legs of a cuddly, sweet, attractive boy with beautiful brown eyes and your back is against his chest and you can feel him breathing, stomach rising up and down beneath you, curly hair brushing against your face, fingers twisted into your hair... I don't think it's possible. Ashton's chest shook as he laughed sleepily at something on the TV and I sighed to myself. Nope - definitely not possible.
If Calum, Luke, Michael or Ciara saw us now - I was glad they were fast asleep. As for the plan that Michael came up with - did it really matter? All I could think of for the moment was Ashton, his arms tight around me, his chin resting on the top of my head and the feel of his soft lips, placed to my forehead every now and then.
Never in a million years had I expected to end up here. I shut my eyes, and remembered our first meeting, those few weeks ago...
"Oh my god--"
"Shhhh!" The one standing closest to me leant forward and grabbed my arm, his curly hair swinging across his forehead. "If you don't say a word to anyone, I'll give you an autograph." He pressed a long finger to his lips and grinned, small dimples forming on his cheeks, flashing me the perfect smile. Ugh.
"I don't want an autograph." I flushed and pulled out of his grasp, stepping away. He raised one eyebrow at me, and his grin widened.
"Have we met?"
"Are you sure?"
I nodded, not smiling back.
"Because I feel like I've done something to annoy you - you don't like me, huh?"
I laughed loudly. "No, not in particular."
"Hmmm." His gaze was thoughtful. "Well, there's always a first for everything I suppose."
The boy gave me another long searching look, and then shook his head.
"Well, nice to meet you, Miss --" He peered down at the shiny gold name tag on my shirt
"Miss Emma? Miss Emma Davies." He held out his arm. I bit my lip and paused, before placing my hand in his. Then without any warning, he pulled me into a hug, a quick one, but a hug nonetheless. His arms wrapped around me, fully enveloping me with his body. When I pulled out, he gave me a look that I couldn't quite interpret, eyes twinkling.
"I hope we meet again. It's not often I meet someone who can't resist me. In the end, I always break them down." With a cheeky grin, he let go and jumped up the steps 2 at a time, but right before he disappearing into the building, he looked back.
"Always," he mouthed, and was gone.
Always, he had said, and Ashton was 100% right - his stupid stubborn attitude, drown-yourself-in eyes and sunshine smile had broken me down, and I couldn't do shit about it. My summer had not gone to plan, to say the least. And now I was going back on my word, falling for someone that I had completely put my foot down to... and I didn't regret anything. I wanted Ashton to want me.
I felt him shift under me slightly, lowering himself to hum in my ear.
'What do you think about that makes it so hard for you to sleep?' I whispered, and curled my hand around his sweater, keeping my eyes closed.
A finger ghosted over the bridge of my face and I giggled, crinkling my nose. Ashton's voice was gravelly when he replied, like he was really tired but was refusing to let his body sleep.
'I have this problem on my mind. It's, uh,' he coughed, 'something a good friend of mine has been bugging me about.'
I sat up on the couch and Ashton reluctantly pulled his arms from around me, letting me face him. Both of us pulled up our legs, our knees barely brushing together. He looked across, quickly shooting me an embarrassed, nervous smile.
'So this friend, he really likes this girl. But she hated him from the start, and,' he wiped a hand over his eyes, 'to be fair, he was a bit of a dick to her. Luckily, she gave him a lot of chances - more than he deserved - and they became friends after all.' He lowered his voice to a whisper. 'She still doesn't see that it's her. He still lov-likes, likes her, a lot,' Ashton stumbled over his words and I bit my lip. Was he talking about-? 'But recently, my friend has been trying to show her that he cares. And he's starting to think she does. But he's never sure, and that's slowly killing him from the inside.'
Ashton raised his head and widened his eyes, looking sadly straight across at me.
'He just wants this girl to want him too.'
'Why doesn't your friend, um,' I tried to pick my words carefully, 'just tell her?'
Ashton tugged on his curls in frustration.
'That's just the thing! He can't! He's scared, and it's never been like this for him. This is the first girl that's ever really mattered and if he stuffs it up, well...' he took a deep breath, 'my friend would never forgive himself.'
I shuffled a little bit closer, my voice shaking.
'Is she... what's the girl like?'
It took him less than a heartbeat to reply, the answer flying off his tongue before I was even finished asking.
'She's beautiful. She is smart, and funny, and knows how to make even a stranger smile. She can light up your day in a second, and the most amazing thing in the whole wide world is when she's embarrassed, and she balls her hands up to her face, and she blushes like crazy, and...' Ashton moaned. 'She's his fucking world, and he doesn't even know how it happened.'
My mouth fell open in a tiny 'o'. Ashton couldn't be talking about his friend, could he? It had to mean...
I stared back in wonder at Ashton just the movie's music started up on TV. A small smile crept onto his face as he recognised the song.
'Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining...'
Ashton began to sing along softly, and one of his hands snuck across the couch and found its way into my own.
'Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying...'
His voice was amazing. I know that being a part of band, he would have a good voice, but I never expected it to be so beautiful. The softer, casual chords he sung when performing with the boys was nothing compared to the raw emotion and sexy sleepiness what he was singing now, right in front of me. I physically shivered and watched Ashton notice, a smile on his face.
'And she's so beautiful, I tell her every day...'
Ashton lifted his body up, supporting himself by his knees, leaning closer to me. He pulled the beanie off his head and gently tugged it over my hair, giggling with me as it got caught on his long fingers.
As the music on TV faded out, I looked off to the side, unable to stop blushing.
'I think I have some advice for your friend,' I whispered, addressing the wall instead of Ashton, 'to try and get him and this girl together.'
Ashton nodded, twisting a bit of hair behind my ear gently.
'Tell him not to plan it. Once, some of my friends tried to plan a set up for me to get with a guy I really really liked. But now that I think about it, it wasn't such a good idea after all.' I shifted my legs and finally pulled up my gaze to meet Ashton's intense stare. It was burning me up.
'Tell him that he should just be himself. This girl, maybe she's fallen for who he is as well? Maybe he doesn't know it,' I smiled sadly, 'and he's just hanging around for her to make the first move. But she could be scared too. You know what? You should tell your friend that I learnt waiting around for something won't ever get you anywhere. Do you know what something someone special once told me?'
'What's that?' he whispered back, moving even closer. My knees fit perfectly between his legs, and he was crouched facing me, eyes on mine the whole time.
I closed the gap and reached up, finding his face and pulling it down to meet mine, praying that my instincts were right.
'You shouldn't wait for the good things in life to come to you first. You should snatch them up as soon as possible. Carpe diem - seize the day; make it happen, find out for yourself. There's a high chance that this girl likes him back.'
All thoughts of Ashton's "friend" were lost. In that moment, we both knew exactly what each other was talking about, and nothing was going to stop us.
'What if you're wrong? About the good things? And the girl. '
I smiled, finally.
'That's a risk he - I - am willing to take.'
And with that, I closed the space between us and put my lips to Ashton's.
The kiss crashed over me, and I felt Ashton respond with enthusiasm, wave after wave of happiness crashing through the two of us. Ashton suddenly had me pushed back against the arm of the couch, and he was right over me, one hand on my cheek, one hand on my waist. I brought my hands up to cup his beautiful face, feeling his cheekbones between my fingers and almost losing it then and there.
When he parted his lips and worked them against mine, that was when I knew. Everything we'd been through, from the first fateful day to now - it was what I'd been waiting for, for so long. Ashton was so passionate and so gentle at the same time, knowing exactly where to put his hands and where to kiss me. His cool fingers softly brushed against my waist and crept under the bottom of my shirt, tickling me. I giggled into the kiss and felt Ashton take the chance, swiping his tongue across my lips, but that was all. I was a little bit frustrated inside the cyclone of my mind - how, even in kissing, could he be so perfect and gentlemanly?? I absolutely loved it.
Ashton nudged my cheek with his nose and pulled my hands away from his cheeks, moving them to his gorgeous hair and moaning quietly when I curled my fingers through his little locks. I smiled when he blushed down at me, surprised he had a made a sound, but before he could speak, I pressed forward, my lips back on his own, not wanting him to ruin the moment. Ashton kissed back happily before removing his lips, murmuring into my neck and placing a gentle kiss on my ear, leaving a tingly little sensation behind. I gave a deep sigh, and pulled his face back up to my own, letting him kiss me one more time, never getting enough.
After so long, after all this time, it turned out that all either of us had been waiting for was a chance. Too scared to make a move, too scared to share our thoughts - and now, on top of my couch in the dark of my living room at 2 am, kissing like crazy. Ashton Irwin was finally kissing me. I felt like my chest was exploding, and I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. How is this even happening?? I didn't know, but I sure as hell did not want it to ever end.
When Ashton finally pulled away, I reluctantly let him, sighing as he gripped my cheeks tightly. I quietly put my hands over his own and lost myself in his brown eyes, which were a shade darker than normal.
'Well,' I tried, 'maybe your friend's problem has been solved.'
Ashton couldn't stop grinning, his dimples obvious even in the dark.
'I think my friend will be okay. I mean, look at me now.' He pushed his forehead back down to mine, breathing shallow. 'I just can't seem to keep my hands off you.'
Without any words, we both leant back in at the same time and kissed softly, Ashton touching my lips as if he was trying to savour the moment, like I was something delicate. I blushed deeply and tried to hide my quivering hands.
But the best part? The smile on his face as we drew away from that last kiss.
Even a million suns couldn't have lit up the room as Ashton's face did in that moment.
He was the only light in the dark.
no im not crying theres just a fuckin drumstick engraved with #ASHMMA5EVA stuck in my eye
JKS BRB GOING TO GO DRY UP THE BLOOD THATS POURING FROM MY EYES
MY LIFE IS FUCKING OVER NOW, I HAVE NO WORDS
ALSO DONT TELL ME TO ADD MORE DETAIL U HORNY LIL KIDDIES, I ALREADY FEEL LIKE SATAN, WHAT WILL MY FUTURE KIDS (w ashton) THINK OF ME OMG
ps. i didn't proofread this but i was so eager to update so pls point out any mistakes ya know
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