imma bo$$ a$$ bitch bitch bitch bitch
i have an english exam tomorrow on julius caesar and i should be studying but instead im writing this and listening to nicki minaj ((my anaconDA DON’T))
theres a lot of texting in this chapter, it wont always be like that but ya know it shakes it up a bit hey
enjoy the chapter looosers
share, vote and comment bc 5sos won a vma *cries silently*
My phone buzzed on my bedside table, but I didn’t move from where I was sitting. I was curled up in my pajamas under the covers, with the heater on full blast above me. After escaping from Olivia, I said goodnight to Calum and headed back to my room, where I’d been laying for the past hour, reading stories Kindle, through my Wattpad account. It wasn’t until my phone buzzed for a second time that I gave a sigh and leant over to check the screen.
+61402375078: evening, princess ;)
Hmph. There was only one person who had the nerve to call me Princess. I shut off my reader and flopped onto my back, holding the phone above my face. I quickly tapped out a reply and waited.
princess ems: wait howd u get my number again
ashton: you gave it to me dumbass
princess ems: oh
princess ems: ok then
ashton: how was ur day?
princess ems: it was ok, work was boring but calum got us out of it
ashton: anything exciting happen......?
princess ems: .....like what
ashton: um going to any concerts soon or?
princess ems: oH YEAH
princess ems: HOW COULD I FORGET
princess ems: I AM SO EXCITED @_@
ashton: i cant wait to play for you :)
princess ems: i cant wait to see you and the others :)
princess ems: how was ur day then
ashton: it was fun
ashton: i met up with some old friends and we went out for some drinks and that
princess ems: calum said u saw mali haha
ashton: yeah shes a babe haha we’re like siblings pretty much
princess ems: calum also said u asked mali about me??
princess ems: well? what about?
ashton: none of ur business
princess ems: actually, it kinda is
princess ems: seeing as it /is/ about me
princess ems: >:(
ashton: dw emma it was all good stuff
ashton: not that theres any bad stuff to tell ;))))))
princess ems: stop being such a sleaze
ashton: aww :’(
ashton: i was being
princess ems: ewww
ashton: nah we weren’t talking about you specifically or anything
ashton: you just came up in conversation
ashton: and i said that i tried to hit on u and got rejected
princess ems: -_-
ashton: and mali laughed at me
princess ems: hahahaha sorry ashton
ashton: all good. wud?
princess ems: chillin by myself, reading a book on wattpad
ashton: umm what type of book
princess ems: its about a girl whos like a secret spy haha, why
ashton: ohh ok haha i got worried for a second there
ashton: theres some weird on wattpad...
princess ems: what do you mean?
ashton: ever heard of fan fiction? aha :3
princess ems: yeah i think ciara mentioned it before
ashton: yeah well
ashton: ive read some of the stuff on wattpad about me haha
princess ems: wait about you???
ashton: and its pretty surreal haha
ashton: yeah, about me and 5sos :/
princess ems: oh my gOD
ashton: no... emma...
princess ems: soz i have to see this
I shoved my phone back onto the bedside table, ignoring its buzzing as Ashton sent through another message, and grabbed my Kindle again. Fans writing about Ashton? This, I have to see.
I clicked on the Wattpad discovery page and slowly scolled down until I found the category box. Tapping on FANFICTION, I impatiently waited for it to load. I remembered Ciara telling me about the fan fiction she was reading on the night I got my first educ-ashton, and grinned to myself - I wasn’t interested before, but now, the appeal of reading made-up stories about Ashton had suddenly multiplied 5 times.
Lists of stories appeared on my screen and I sorted through the various categories. I definitely wasn’t looking for One Direction stories, which was a shame, because there was an abundance of them floating around, amongst other fan-fictions about the Vamps, Brooklyn Beckham (( a/n yes just for u @utterlyhood !!1!!11!)) and the Janoskians. Finally, I found an e-book called Paint You Wings, its cover showing a backlit Ashton sitting with his head down on a bench. The story had thousands of reads and things called votes, which I guessed were similar to likes. I opened the book, and read the blurb.
“All you needed was for someone to paint you wings; to set you free from the memories that tied you down...”
I giggled to myself at the little disclaimer that warned there would be sexual references in the book before turning the page to the first chapter.
‘As I stand to my feet, I am finally able to see the boy who unintentionally knocked me to the ground. He’s tall, that’s for sure. His messy honey coloured hair was thrown across his face with light curls sticking up in some places. His eyes were a beautiful hazel colour...’
‘Heeeey, hey-heyyy! Heeeey, hey-hey! heeey, hey-hey! Heeey, hey!’
A loud guitar riff started blaring from my phone, and I lifted my head, groaning loudly, from where I’d fallen asleep on top of my Kindle. I gingerly felt the side of my face, and mentally face-palmed as I felt the imprints of the keyboard on my cheek. Paint You Wings was actually a fantastic story, despite my bad feelings towards the whole fan-fiction thing. The writer had actually managed to capture Ashton really well, despite the whole ‘alternate universe’ thing, and I’d gotten a bit addicted, reading through all the chapters until my eyes finally dropped. I picked up my phone, wondering who the hell changed the ringtone to She Looks So Perfect and preparing to kill them later.
‘Hello?’ I grumbled into the speaker.
‘HULLLLLLLLLO! EMMA, IS THAT YOUUUUUU?’
I rolled my eyes.
‘Calum, what the actual frick? It’s like, 11 o’clock. Stop yelling at me.’
His cheeky laugh came through the line.
‘Oh, sorrrry. Were you sleeping, then? Weak.’
I fumbled with my Kindle and returned it to my bedside table, digging myself deeper under the covers.
‘Shut up, asshole. I fell asleep by accident, I’ve had a long day. What do you want?’
‘Ashton wants to know why you’re not replying to your text messages, and he was too pussy to call you, so I did.’
I suddenly remembered that I’d left Ashton hanging after all this time, and pulled the phone back from my ear in horror. Sure enough, my notifications tab read...
ashton: emma where the did you go
ashton: you cant not come back now
slide here to read 11 more messages
I made a face, and put the phone back up to my ear.
‘Can you put Ashton on?’
‘Hey Ems. Where’d you go?’
Something that sounded like muffled yelling came through the loudspeaker, and I heard Ashton whisper something, so I just rolled my eyes and continued.
‘Yeah, sorry about that, I kinda got distracted reading some stuff...’
‘Did you read about me?’
I blushed, even though he couldn’t see me.
The phone crackled, and I heard Ashton grunt on the other side, before Calum’s voice filled my ear again.
‘Did you read smut? Like, Ashton having sex? Ow!! Get off me!’
There was a pause at the other end of the phone line.
‘Well? Did you?’
I jumped, thinking it was going to be Ashton, but Calum was still on the phone.
‘CALUM! Get off!’
‘Fine, fine, I’m going, geez. But I know you read about Ashton nakeddd!’
He sung the last line and then shoved the phone into Ashton’s hands before I could scream at him again.
‘Sorry,’ he muttered, and I smiled at his breathless voice.
‘What did you think of the fan fictions?’
I looked over at my Kindle and grinned.
‘They were very well-written actually. Lots of detailed description...’
‘You didn’t actually read smut did you?’
‘Nope, but there were some deep kissing scenes that I almost had to skip through.’
‘Your fan base is super dedicated.’
‘Yeah. To tell you the truth, I don’t really mind the fan fiction part. It’s a bit weird at first, but you get over it. Our fans are the best.’
I could practically hear his slow smile through the phone, and I blushed at the thought of his dimples.
‘Anyway, yeah, sorry, I’d better go. We’ve gotta go to soundcheck tomorrow morning, and do all this other in prep for the concert, so yeah. I might not see you until the concert starts.’
‘That’s okay. Goodnight Ashton.’
god that was super short im sorry