Change: An Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction.

Ashton Irwin and Camilla Casella are both known all over the world. One is a drummer for a famous band called 5 Seconds of Summer, and the other is one of the best dancers in the world. As fate would have it, the two meet in England, and their entire worlds are changed.

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11. Chapter Ten;

"Harry! Harry?" I continue to call out desperately. My nerves were getting to me and I needed the dweeb here to practice with me. I end up backstage and hear music playing. "Harry?" I say in a hopeful tone once more. I pull the curtain open to see Ash and the rest of his band-mates practicing one of their more popular songs. I should be a good girlfriend and probably listen to their songs, but with all this dating nonsense and dancing I have to keep up with, there's just not time for music. Not even music for dancing unless it's on the beat I need.

I continue to walk across the stage, listening carefully to the lyrics Luke sang. He sang of average teenage things, running away and waiting to grow up. The song was great, but in reality, who has time to wait to grow up? Time is ticking, it's ticking as I speak now. There are so many things to do and accomplish before one grows old and weary. You have to be able to do what you can until the point where you can't.

These thoughts bring me back to my quest to find Harry. "Hey. Hey!" I call out, interrupting the song.

"What the hell, dude?" Michael faces my direction, still strumming his guitar.

"Dude?" I whisper in an offended tone. I'm a highly respected female in the world of arts and do not appreciate being called a dude. I roll my eyes, ignoring Michael's question and walk towards the front of the stage, towards the audience section of the venue.

"Ashton, go control your girlfriend. We have a show tonight." Michael continues to speak into the microphone as if Ashton wasn't directly behind him. Ashton gets up and hops off the stage to speak to me.

"What's up, Cam?" He asks, using the nickname I'm still not too fond of yet. I almost correct him on calling me Cam, until I remember that Harry is still no where to be found.

"I have to go find Harry." I state briefly. Ashton gives me a questioning look. "I need to practice before the show."

His look of realization is comforting as I try to continue my search. "I can practice with you want if you'd like. I think I've watched you practice enough to know the dance."

"Thanks Ashton, but I'd rather much practice with Harry. He knows the routine and I'm afraid I'm gonna mess up. You have your show tonight and I have a performance to put on. Don't wanna risk anything, right?" I try to sound sincere, but he still goes gloom.

"I understand." He nods his head lightly, walking away with his drumsticks twirling in his hands.

I push this aside and try to scream out Harry's name again, but I'm interrupted by a noise of discomfort.

"Little Miss Perfect, afraid? Who knew she had a soul?" Sarah questions in a mocking tone.

I push her and Amena out of my way so I can leave the venue. "Have fun failing tonight! Don't step on anyone's toes. You might traumatize yourself." I roll my eyes again. These girls are going to be the reason why my eyes fall out of my head. Not a single time have I been able to talk to them without rolling my eyes. So immature; It's absolute nonsense, the things that they say.

I can hear the music from inside the venue stop. I find myself where I had started again. In front of the tour buses. "Harry!" I call out for a last time with my fingers crossed for luck.

"He's on the bus, dear." I look up to see Louis. I give him a thankful look and run to the bus, nearly forgetting to open the door. 

"Harry! Harry? Harry!" I continuously call, frantically running to the back of the bus and bumping into him. He stops me from continuing to run towards the wall, his hands on the back of my elbows. 

"What's up dear?" He looks at me with the admiration everyone has when they see me. 

"Are you busy? I'm feeling... What's the word called. Like being scared, but not wanting to admit you're scared so you say that other word." I babble on.

"Nervous?" 

"Yeah, yeah. Nervous. I'm nervous about today's performance. I need to practice. Can we? Please?" 

 

At this point, ordinary Camila would have demanded he get off the bus and come practice with me but this so called nervousness is getting to me. 

"Sure thing, Cam. Give me a second to change out of theses clothes and we can be on our way." 

"Thanks Harry." I smile gratefully at him and walk off the bus.

 

 

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