Simmer Down // 5SOS

“Why? What’s going on?” I looked over his shoulder and saw a bunch of girls outside the doors, singing something loudly.
“...standing there, in my American Apparel underwear...”
Ciara stood up and wiped her hands nervously on her skirt.
“Oh my god.”
Beck nodded, and grinned. “Don’t get too excited. They’re due to pull up-“ he looked down at his watch, “right about now.”
As if on cue, a familiar black car drew up to the front of the Hilton, and Beck moved back to the door. Ciara brushed her hair out of her face and shot me a quick smile.
“Just act normal,” she whispered. I frowned. What the hell?
Wait on a second. Special guests, Ciara said. Fancy cars on the street. Screaming girls. Of course. I put the pieces together, knowing what was about to happen next but really, really, REALLY not wanting to believe it.
Out of all the places in Sydney with vacancies for a summer job, I choose the one accommodating 5 Seconds of Summer.
'Us.' Ashton walked up to the counter and grinned.


29. Two a.m. Tease


I rolled over slowly and opened one eye.

My phone sat on its charger, its screen lit up with a notification. As my eyes adjusted, I sat up straighter, fully awake now. My phone wasn't connected to my room wifi, so what was it tethered to? Ignoring the alert, I pulled up the settings box. Ashton's Bananas, it read. That's Ashton's wifi. I pulled up my legs, confused. He was a floor up from me. How could I be connected to his hotspot? Scrolling over, I flicked to the notification.


@Ashton5SOS mentioned you in a tweet: @Ernma5SOS there's someone outside your door ^_^ why don't you wake up and see who it is? x

As if on cue, someone tapped lightly on my front door.

Oh my god.

Slowly, I pulled the covers off, making sure not to rustle the sheets. I padded across the floor to the front door, and softly opened it.

There, leaning against the opposite wall, sat Ashton. He was dressed in a cosy grey sweater and trackpants, with a beanie that looked like Calum's perched on his head. His cute cheeks were a soft red from the morning cold, and his bed-hair curled down the corner of his eyes. He looked perfect.

'Ashton?' I whispered.

He looked up at me, and a smile crept onto his face.


He stood up and brushed off his pants, before leaning forward, arms open. I let myself fall into them gratefully.

'What are you doing here? It's 1 o'clock in the morning.'

He gently pulled away and smiled shyly.

'I couldn't really sleep. I came over here hoping you were awake.'

Typical Ashton. I decided to play with him, shrugging carelessly.

'Well, I'm awake now, aren't I? Anyway, hope you can sleep now.'

I began to walk back inside and saw Ashton's mouth drop out of the corner of my eye. I grinned and slowly started to close the door.

'Sleep tight Ash...'


A big hand wedged itself around the door, stopping me from closing it. Two deep brown eyes peeked around the door frame.

'I'm cold, though.'

I rolled my eyes, still playing along.

'Get a blanket?'

Ashton's full face came around the door, pouting.



I mimicked his tone and laughed.

'Of course you can come in.'

He giggled, and opened the door with one big hand before walking in, and pushing me up to the wall, trapping me between his two arms. His face leant down right next to mine, so we were inches apart. Ashton's eyes sparkled, and he licked his lips once. I couldn't draw my eyes away from his face.

'I don't like girls who tease,' he whispered. His breath felt hot on my cheeks, and I sucked in a breath.

'Well, what are you going to do about it?' I whispered back, daring him.

He looked at me, staring in fascination almost. His eyes roamed from my eyes to my nose, and lingered on my lips before returning to my eyes again. One of his hands hovered over my face, tracing a little pattern on my cheek and I bit my lip at the feeling. Kiss me, please. I didn’t care about anything else, nothing mattered, I just wanted Ashton to stop teasing and... he leant in closer, and I shut my eyes...

'Do you have any icecream?'

My eyes snapped open in surprise and disappointment. Ashton was grinning cheekily at me, fully aware of the sexual tension he’d caused and I knew he would be a dick about it later. I groaned as he pushed away from me and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

'You call me the tease,' I muttered, and grabbed his hand, leading him into the kitchen. Ashton laughed and squeezed my hand.

'Oh, I'm sure you'll get me back for it one day.'

'Yeah,' I nodded, opening the freezer and digging around for the icecream, 'maybe I will.'

Ashton took a seat at the counter and rolled the stool around to face me, dimple showing. I didn't think it was very fair of him to be here right now, looking so gorgeous. Like, it was a crime. How was I meant to control myself? I sighed, and scooped out some vanilla icecream into two bowls for us. Now I was awake, I wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon. Especially after that encounter.

'You wanna watch something?'

I handed one bowl to Ashton and sucked on a mouthful of icecream, watching Ashton carefully. He seemed quieter at night time, but more dangerous and daring too. He slowly bit his lip and stared down at me intensely.

'Or we can just talk?'

That’s all we ever do, I almost sighed in frustration, but instead I tugged him off his chair by the waistband of his trackpants and grinned up at his sleepy face.

'Let's compromise. Bit of both?'

Ashton chuckled and squeezed my waist.

'Whatever you say.'


'Thankyou for letting me in,' Ashton murmured, walking in behind me and perching his icecream bowl on the table. 'I'm glad you got my tweet.'

‘I was sleeping! What, you think I just casually check my day-old Twitter all night??'

I pouted and he laughed, collapsing back onto the couch and leaning back, stretching his legs out.

‘Sorry! I would’ve climbed in through the window if I knew you’d be this grumpy. Grumpy pants,’ he groaned and poked my cheek.


‘I know I am.’

A grin spread across Ashton’s face, and he wiggled his toes at me. I rolled my eyes and kneeled infront of the TV, flicking it on and switching the channel to MTV. Ashton smirked at the familiar chords of ‘Sex’ by the 1975 rocked through my sound system.

‘Trying to tell me something?’

I blushed in the dark.

‘You wish.’ Leaning back, I let my head fall against his legs and smiled as I felt his long fingers curl through my hair and play with it. ‘So tell me - why are you in my apartment wearing pajamas, eating my icecream, taking away my beauty sleep at half past 1 in the morning?’

The fingers paused for a moment before resuming their twisting and turning.

‘You don’t need beauty sleep,’ Ashton whispered.


Not going to lie, I was taken off-guard by his offhand compliment. I bunched up my legs and clung on tight to them, hiding my burning face in my knees.

‘Yes, I do,’ my voice sounded muffled, but Ashton heard and giggled, his fingers working at untangling a gross knot at the back of my head.


‘No, but really. Weren’t any of the other boys awake? Michael maybe?’

I cut over the top of him, a little bit scared of his compliments and being alone with him at 1:30 in the morning. Ashton was obviously pretty tired, and I was too, but neither of us wanted to admit it. There was no way of telling what path we were on tonight - whether it would end up in another ridiculous argument, or whether he’d do something even stupider, like kiss me. Finally (a/n FINALLY GETTING AN ASHMMA KISS THE THOUGHTS AND HOPES OF PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE WHO IS READING THIS RN). No interruptions, no pulling back, no nothing. Just Ashton. Finally.

‘Nah, Michael was asleep on the lounge when I left. I actually was just thinking about some stuff, I don’t know, I’ve got a lot of important shit on my mind at the moment and I came up here because I knew you’d welcome me with open arms.’

I rolled my eyes at the teasing in his voice and gently pulled my head away from his hands, turning my neck to stare up at him.

‘You seriously thought I’d even be awake?’

‘Well yeah.’ Ashton took off his beanie and looked at me over the top of it, eyes scrunched up with laughter lines. ‘I knew you’d be thinking about me, so I thought, why not make Emma’s dreams come true tonight and turn up? As a nice little surprise.’

I made a disbelieving face, unable to speak, and Ashton shrugged, grinning widely and picking up his icecream bowl.

‘See? Icecream. Sweet payment, for your sweet dreams.’

He smirked and spooned some into his mouth before I began laughing.

‘But why couldn’t you just stay in your room? Watch TV by yourself or something.’

Ashton smiled.

‘Carpe diem. Seize the day, make things happen. Or actually, in this case, seize the night.’

He grinned at his own joke and I rolled my eyes.

‘You gotta make things happen by yourself, Emma. Can’t always wait for opportunities to show up at your doorstep.’

I frowned, my tired brain trying to work out what he was getting at, but before I could ask, he was off again.

'No, but really. I just had trouble falling asleep. Calum is loud as fuck when he snores and ever since we’ve started staying in this hotel, I’ve had this problem where if I wake up, I won't fall asleep again for ages. Too many thoughts,’ he motioned, tapping his forehead.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he launched forward, pointing at a case from near my DVD stand excitedly. (a/n nice subtle change of subject there ashton gg)

‘Can we watch the Walking Dead?? ‘

I made a face.

‘Ew, no.’

‘Why not?’ Ashton whined, ‘It’s my favourite - the Walking Dead even overrules How I Met Your Mother.’

I raised an eyebrow and he shrugged.

‘It’s Luke’s favourite, so I have to watch it all the time.’

‘Well, I’d prefer that to your show! Why can’t we watch How I Met Your Mother instead?’

Ashton pulled my Walking Dead disk set out from underneath the DVD player and popped it open, rolling his eyes.

‘Because I chose this one. Why do you even have it if you don’t like it?’

He scoffed and I rubbed a hand down my face tiredly, not wanting to have this argument right now.

‘It was a birthday present, but I just don’t do scary shows. I-‘

‘Aw, does poor wittle Emsie get nightmares?’ Ashton cooed and chuckled at me from behind my shoulder, ‘I’ll cover your eyes, if you want.’

I tugged the case out of his hands, wiping the smirk of his face.

‘Nope. My apartment, my rules baby. Maybe another time.’

I grinned sweetly and Ashton pouted, giving up (he knew he’d never win).

‘Fine. But you owe me, just so you know.’

‘Whatever. Let’s watch something funny. What about...’ I withdrew a weathered DVD cover, one of my favourites, and grinned at the bright pink title, ‘...Pitch Perfect?’

Grinning cheesily, I cocked my head to one side, gauging his reaction.

‘The Barden Bellas are calling to you, Ashton!’

He giggled and crinkled his nose, throwing his arms up in surrender.

‘Oh my god Emma, why do you hate me? I can’t be subjected to this kind of stuff. It hurts my head.’ He thought for a bit and placed a hand over his chest too. ‘And my heart.’

I scoffed.

‘I don’t hate you, I love you. That’s why I’m going to share this fabulous movie with you tonight.’

Ashton fell silent. I slid the disc into the DVD player and flicked off the lamp, letting the TV illuminating everything in the room, otherwise leaving us in the darkness. From behind me, I heard Ashton cough quietly. The beginning credits had started in front of me, so I leant back on the floor, awkward again in the dark, wishing Ashton would say something.



Ashton’s deep voice was soft, and a little bit shaky.

‘Do you want to... um. Do you want to come up here?’

When I turned around, he was looking down at me, brown eyes wide, biting his lip. He had pulled his knees up and made sweater paws with his shirt, hair fluffed up and messy. I tried not to smile.

‘Next to you?’

Ashton nodded, patting the couch awkwardly, and I giggled.

‘I’d love to.’

Crossing my legs, I fell down next to him and relaxed into the chair, ignoring his leg, which brushed against mine as I tried to get comfortable. 5 minutes later, Ashton spoke again.


I sighed, rolling my head towards him playfully.

‘What now? Want more ice cream, Your Royal Sleepiness?’

‘No,’ he smiled nervously, ‘but I am pretty cold...’

I rolled my eyes, laughing and standing up.

‘Okay, okay. I’ll go get you a blanket then.’

(a/n dayum ashton y u so lazy oR DO YOU HAVE A SECRET PLAN OR SOMETHing O.o)

Once I’d pulled an extra sheet out of the cupboard, I shuffled back to the living room, Ashton’s eyes on me as I entered. I threw it at him, giggling as it bopped him on the nose, then continued to walk past him.

‘There you go. Can we watch the movie now- Ashton!’

Two large hands grabbed my waist and tugged me backwards, pulling me gently onto his lap and wrapping themselves around me so I couldn’t jump up again. I squealed as Ashton laughed softly into my ear, his bed hair brushing against my cheek.

‘”I’m cold” doesn’t mean I want a blanket, silly,’ he whispered, ‘I wanted you to keep me warm.’

‘Oh,’ I blushed, and bit my tongue as he nudged my neck with his nose. Ashton kissed my cheek and moved his legs so that they were out straight and I was resting comfortably between them.

‘Just oh, huh?’ Ashton chuckled and twirled a strand of my hair around one long finger. ‘You don’t have to, Em.’

I shook my head and curled up, placing my hands on his chest and looking up into his eyes.

‘I want to.’




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