It honestly shouldn't surprise me on Sunday morning when I wake up because of a knock on my window, but it frightens me half to death. I sit up in bed very quickly and hear a laugh from outside my window. When I turn around, I see the one and only Luke Hemmings sitting on the steep roof outside of my second story bedroom. Quickly, I hop out of bed and open the window, pulling him into my bedroom. "Shh!" I say before opening my door and exiting the room. I walk downstairs and see that no one is home, meaning that my parents have already left for church this morning. I walk back up to my room and am startled to see that Ashton, Mikey, and Calum all now stand in my bedroom. "What are you all doing here? In my bedroom?" I ask, loudly.
"Oh, Liliana, we already knew that your parents left, if that makes it any better," Luke offers, smiling apologetically.
I roll my eyes at him and watch Ashton walk around my room, checking out the different things in my room. "Cute room," he says, very sarcastically. "There's, like, nothing in here."
"Lily doesn't have any time for interests, remember, Ash? She's only interested in school and you, sort of," Luke says, laughing like he had just said the funniest thing in the world.
"I have interests, just not time," I argue. I look at my watch and see that it's only about ten o'clock. "So, what are you boys here for?"
"Well, you're now in charge of us, pretty much," Calum says. "Also, we were kind of bored and wanted to hang out with you, even though you don't ever hang out with anyone."
"I've literally been with you everyday for a week, Cal. And Luke and Mikey." I smile kindly at Ashton, "Sorry, Ash. Wish I could spend them with you, too."
"School doesn't count, Lil." Calum says, "You should hang with us after school sometime."
I roll my eyes at him, that literally will never happen.
After I've finally managed to usher the four boys out of my bedroom, I grab my computer from under my bed and pull up my email. Unfortunately, there aren't any emails that I was anticipating getting. I decide to go down to the library to type a paper that is due Wednesday, so I leave my parents a note, telling them where I've gone and when I plan to be back. I pack up my backpack and leave the house, feeling excited, as though something good will happen today- which is very likely, because my days have all been good since I started to hang around Five Seconds of Summer.
I say hello to Alexander, a boy who I know rather well because I type all of my papers at the library where he works, plus he's in all of my honors and AP classes. I plug in my headphones to the computer monitor and pull up YouTube, turning on some music from Luke's YouTube channel of the boys singing.
When I'm about halfway through my paper, with note cards laying all around me- because, honestly, it's 2012 and no one goes to the library anymore- someone taps on my shoulder. I'm expecting it to be Alex, showing me something that he's found interesting, but to my surprise, it's Ashton. "Oh, hello," I say, slightly miffed.
"Nice to see you, too, Lil," he says, but laughing, so I know that he isn't actually offended.
"I'm sorry," I apologize. "I wasn't expecting to see you is all. What are you doing here?"
His cheeks begin to turn a light shade of red, "To be honest, we saw you leave your house earlier, and I was hoping that I might find you here. Cal mentioned something about you coming here often."
I smile at this, thinking about how there is no way that I won't fall completely head over heels in love with Ashton Irwin, and I've hardly even known him for a week. "That's very sweet of you, Ashton."
"Well, you know," he says, smiling widely, "I kind of like you, and want to get to know you a lot better."
I stare at his face, which is still a slight shade of pink. His hair is clearly straightened, and very blonde, and his face is thin and angular. And I think he's very wonderful to look at. "Well, I guess I've kind of got a thing for you, too," I say, my voice barely above a whisper as he's moved himself a lot closer to me. For a second, I think that he may kiss me, and I can feel my heart beating faster than a runner trying to win a race, and to me it feels like a ticking time bomb. I'm unsure if I'm ready for him to kiss me, but God Almighty do I want him to do it.
His hazel eyes lock on mine, causing my breathing to stop for a second, before he clears his throat and backs away from me. i release the breath that I was holding, unsure if I'm disappointed or relieved, but I'm pretty sure it's the former of the two.
"So, um, I just wanted to talk to you, alone, I guess." I smile once again at him and am relieved when he smiles back at me, his deep dimples becoming the prominent feature on his gorgeous face. "But I see you're doing work. I could pick you up tonight, after your parents are sleeping?" His grin turns cheeky and almost suggestive.
I'm not sure what I'm doing, seeing as this is my first time ever doing something like this. "I'll see you at eleven, then?" I ask, really hoping he doesn't notice that my voice cracks out of nervousness at the end of the sentence.
"How was your day?" my mom asks me as we sit at the dinner table later in the evening, eating spaghetti, my personal favorite meal.
"Good, I finished typing my paper for American Government today, and it's not due until Wednesday, so I'm ahead until then." I smile as I twirl my food around my fork and slurp it up.
"That's my good little girl," my dad says, smiling at me as he rinses his dish before heading up toward his office where he'll work for a few hours until it's time for him to sleep.
"How was your day, mum?" I ask her, trying to connect with her in a way. For my entire life, my family has always had a professional relationship between one another, even my parents. When my parents saw that I demonstrated being incredibly smart at a young age, they began to do everything to ensure that I would be the smartest kid possible. State academic titles, six different instruments, and being at the top of my class (a class in which I am younger than the rest of the students) with a full scholarship offer to a very good school, and being accepted into four of the five ivy league schools I applied to have proven that they achieved this goal. However, it doesn't matter that I could begin to slack off in even the slightest bit, because I need to maintain the good girl status that they've set up for me. Though, I feel like this will be harder for me now that these crazy boys are in my life.
"Oh, you know, the usual church sermon and then doing some paperwork here, nothing too busy." she says, casually. "I'm going to go lay down, I have a headache." She always has a headache.
Roughly two hours later, I hear my dad enter his bedroom, and he's always asleep withing twenty minutes of going in. I look at the clock, 10:20 PM. I feel excitement in my bones as I realize that I'll be going out with Ashton in forty minutes. The biggest worry I have is that I don't know if my parents will let me date him. So far, they've been allowing me to go out with the guys because Luke- who they're convinced I'm going to marry- has asked them for permission. I feel nervous that if I were to admit to them that I would like to date Ashton, they won't permit me to hang out with any of the boys anymore.
Before I can even process it, I hear the low hum of the 5SOS van outside my window. I grab my shoes and climb out the window, leaving it open just enough that I'll be able to crawl back in later. I motion to Ashton to come out of the car and to be quiet. Quickly, I'm on the ground, after climbing down the rods that hold the small roof above the front porch. When we climb into the van, shutting the doors ever so quietly, Ashton asks, "Why did I have to get out?" in hysterics from watching me shimmy down the rods.
"In case I needed help! You had to be, like, my night in shining armor, or something," I respond, beginning to laugh along with him. "I'll definitely need your help back up there, though."
We drive around, talking and getting to know each other better- we both love spaghetti- until about 3 in the morning, when I insist that I have to go home and sleep before getting up for school at 6 in the morning. But, before helping me climb up the trellis to go back inside, Ashton spins me around to face him, and with my heart beating a million miles per hour, he kisses me, full on the lips, and I kiss him back.
When I get into my room, I crawl into bed, not even changing out of the clothes I wore around all day, and feel like I may not be able to fall asleep because I'm so excited.