Beautiful Souls

Chrystal Winter's life is about to change forever. Fleeing from her dark past and her former self, she finds her self making a small but successful living in sunny LA. Whereupon, she meets the young, wild force of nature that is Ashton Irwin. Immediately drawn to one another but for what reasons? Chrystal's heart isn't the only thing she's desperate to keep secret...

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1. Chapter 1

Chrystal Winters held desperately onto her coffee with everything she had. Basking in it's promise of warmth and energy. It was another cold morning in downtown LA. She was annoyed, she hated the cold. One of the most crucial factors which contributed in her leaving her beautiful home in Scotland.

She pulled her long, black coat tightly around her as she briskly exited the small coffee shop she'd used loyally for a year now. It was no Starbucks but coffee's coffee, and the owner reminder her of her mother. She felt a small pang go through her chest at the thought of her. Her mothers hugs in the morning, her awful cooking... Chrystal smiled despite herself. I miss you crazy lady.

She didn't bother glancing at her reflection in the shop's window. She already knew what she'd see. Chrystal Winters; college drop out and professional life ruiner. Her auburn hair still fell in messy tumbles to the centre of her back- she'd never dyed it like the other girls. Her mother would never have allowed such an "evil act." Direct quote from the mother herself. Right now her mouth was pinched into small frown and her blue-gold speckled eyes were tired. She sighed and slowly brought her coffee to her lips- and then bam! She was suddenly sent sprawling across the pavement, causing her coffee to come soaring out of her hand and spilling out. She watched the steam come from the newly formed puddle and oddly thought how pretty it looked before she turned into small, seething rage of female hormones.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Are you- are you okay?" Okay? Am I fucking okay?! Chrystal took seven seconds in composing herself before she glared upon the fucking imbecile who had just sent her and her $2.85 coffee flying through the air. "If I were not currently belly-up on the ground I'd be only miserable. So no, I'm very far from okay," Chrystal finally said looking up at the stranger. He was tall, dirty blonde and she had to admit he was handsome, and right now that handsome face was smiling ever so slightly down at her. If she wasn't angry before, she was seething now.

He bent down to help her up, offering out his large tanned hand. She considered telling him where to shove his hand but she already looked pretty ridiculous sprawled across the ground, so she bit her tongue and took his hand. He was very tall. Standing, her height of 5ft came just below his shoulders. She hated looking up at people. "I am honestly sorry about bashing into you like that," he said, his odd coloured eyes full of sincerity. What colour even are they? Browny- greeny mutant evil creature. He raised one golden eyebrow at her, she was staring. Immediately, she took a step back from him, dropping her gaze.

"Yeah, you should be. Why is anyone in such a hurry at 5am!?" Her anger fresh again, "I just bought that coffee." Her bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly as she looked at the sad puddle of coffee on the ground. His low chuckle snapped her attention back to him. She could see him more clearly from where she was stood now. He was dressed in loose, black clothing and he was sweating. His blonde hair was matted to his head and his exposed arms were also tanned and muscular, and he was smiling at her as if he hadn't a single care in the world. Fucking runners.

"I like to jog at this time. Less people," he explained innocently, but his eyes were mocking. He had an odd annoying accent she couldn't quite place. She'd quite like to punch him in that mouth. "Yet you still managed to accidentally knock into me?" She narrowed her eyes at him. She heard what seemed like a crowd of screaming girls approach. Surely not? "Look, it was honestly an accident, I'm being followed. Come into this shop with me I'll replace your coffee and explain everything," his odd brown eyes were serious and pleading now. "Fine, you have 5 minutes." She didn't even finish her sentence before he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the coffee shop she had just come out of.

Why am I even entertaining this asshole? Who cares about his explanation? As soon as they were in the shop the man dropped to his knees behind a table and shouted, "tell me when they're gone!"

"What the hell? When who's gone?"

Just then no less than 40 screaming girls ran past the shop screaming and shouting hysterically. Surely they weren't following this man? "Ashton!" "We love you!" "BABE" were only of the very few words she caught, but she didn't think she wanted to know anymore. "Well... That was the weirdest fucking thing I've seen in all my 22 years," she said, staring blankly after the heard of wild girls. "Can I leave now?"

"No! Wait!" He said jumping up and blocking her exit. He may be attractive and apparently athletic but he was severely pissing her off. "I have to explain and buy the coffee. Decaf mocha?" He asked ever so charmingly. "No. Latte, full fat. Actually," She said, smiling sweetly.

"Please, have a seat, and I'll explain in my remaining four minutes of your time."

She sat and watched him walk up to counter and order. His clothes were sticking to him in a way that would have made her younger, 18 year old self weak at the knees. He was muscular, but not too much. He needed to shower, badly.

He returned and placed the latte in front of her and drank down his own glass of water thirstily.

She stared at him, waiting patiently for an explanation. He took his time in pushing his messy hair from his face before meeting her cool gaze- he couldn't be any older than 24. He licked his lips before he spoke.

"I'm Ashton," he said, as if his name was going to solve all the questions in the world.

"So?"

"Wait? You don't recognise me? Ashton Irwin!? Come on lady?" He exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up into his hair. She simply shook her head, clearly annoyed. He sighed as if he were in the presence of an ignorant 14 year old.

"I'm the drummer in the band 5SOS?" He pronounced it like five-sauce.

"Oh my god! Shut up! You're telling me that thee Ashton Irwin knocked me over!" She gushed in such in the way she knew he wanted her to. He began to smile smugly. "I'm thrilled," she said, her expression stoney and dripping with sarcasm. That quickly wiped the smile off his face. She smiled despite herself.

"Look, I have no idea who you are, but I get that you're big deal and what not, and thanks for the coffee," She said, rising from her seat, "But I'm tired and I want to go home. I'll leave you to your jog and you're screaming heard of children."

"Wait, talk with me," he said, grabbing onto her hand. Who is this freak? She angrily snatched her hand away from him. "Come on, I buy you coffee and you don't even tell me your name!"

"It's Chrystal!" She says calling over her shoulder, pushing the door open and leaving Ashton Irwin staring after her. "Chrystal," he repeated quietly to himself, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Just an idea I had at 3 o'clock this morning 🙈 it's rushed and probably has lots of errors because I'm super tired. Can't wait to write more tomorrow!

Shannon x

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