Loving Ash

Bandfic for Fanfiction Royale


Ashley Clifford spends her spare time coddling her camera and dancing to classic rock. After her high school boyfriend dumps her, she spends most of her time hiding out in her room and blasting pop breakup ballads. But what happens when her brother comes home? She hasn't seen him or his band in months.

Ashton Irwin spends his spare time banging on his drums or playing video games with his friends. Lately he's been hanging with his band, playing gigs all over. Returning home, he didn't expect to find Michael's little sister all grown up. And he definitely didn't expect her to join them on tour.

What happens when these two get put together in a small space? Will they bite each other's heads off, or will sparks fly?


10. Chapter Nine: I thought he was someone else

Chapter Nine: I thought he was someone else


Kissing isn't something I'm experienced in, but to say this guy was a good kisser would be an awful mistake. He was all tongue. I have one word for him: ew.

I pulled away, hiding my disgust. That was the worst kiss so far and there had been quite a few.

"Damn girl," the guy, I can't remember his name, said. "You're a great kisser."

"You're not so bad yourself." I fake giggled, swallowing my disgust and hoping he would forget this happened. "Why don't you give me your number and I'll call you later?"

He smiled drunkenly at me, taking my phone and typing his number out. "Call me, hot stuff."

I walked away quickly, heading to the bar for a drink. That was my eighth make out. I was feeling a little bit like a slut, but shook that feeling away when I saw my next victim. He was a cute blonde guy, standing with a beer in one hand and the other deep in his pocket. He was standing with a couple of other guys, but looked rather bored.

Taking a sip of my own beer, I caught his eye and smiled. He smiled back, showing off his white teeth and a cute dimple in his cheek. I batted my eyelashes and bit on my lip, a new trick I had acquired over the last few guys. Blondie's smile grew and I saw him tell his friend goodbye before walking the short distance to reach my side.

"Hello beautiful," he said in a confident Irish accent. That made him even cuter in my eyes.

"Hello to you too," I let out a soft laugh.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, holding out his hand. He seemed slightly drunk, but was definitely holding his liquor well. I nodded, downing the end of my beer and grabbing his hand. I heard his laugh behind me and it made me smile. His laugh was adorable! "I like a girl who can hold her liquor."

We walked onto the dance floor and a grinding song came on. I wasn't that great at dancing, and grinding was something I rarely ever did. Oh well, I had to win the game. I pressed my back against Blondie's front, swaying my hips against him. I heard him groan, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into my neck, which caused me to press closer. He smelled really good and I couldn't help but close my eyes.

I felt him back up and whimpered as I lost complete contact with his body. The warmth was back before I knew it, his hands rubbing light circles on my stomach and his lips pressing softly against my neck. I moaned as he sucked lightly on my skin. I started grinding on him, earning a stifled moan from him.

The music was loud and the beer was beginning to fog my mind. The guy behind me suddenly tugged me around so I was facing him, pressing his lips firmly against mine before I even registered his face.

His lips were soft, moving easily in sync with mine. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, warmth spreading throughout my entire body. Everywhere he touched me burned. His tongue brushed hesitantly against my bottom lip, almost as if he were scared to take the kiss any farther. I parted my lips, curious to see what he would do.

My hands were tangled in his hair, tugging lightly and earning another soft moan. He had one hand on my waist and the other in my hair at the back of my neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth and brushing against mine. He pulled me closer, if that was even possible, before we were roughly pulled apart.

"What the hell!" Michael's anger wiped away the fogginess that had been creeping up on my mind. "I thought I told you to stay away from her, Ashton!"


I glanced away from my twin, only to meet the gorgeous eyes of the one and only Ashton Irwin being held by a dark haired boy. Shit. His lips were slightly swollen, his hair a complete mess. Shit.

"Michael," the blonde boy from before came up behind my brother, holding him back from lunging at Ash. "Maybe we should take this back to our hotel?"

"Yeah, you don't want to make a scene." A curly haired boy stated, holding Michael's other arm. My twin shook the two boys off him, took my hand and pulled me out of the club.

I stumbled after him, becoming blinded by the sudden flashes of light from the paparazzi as we exited the building. Harley led us through the crowd and into the waiting van. The other boys followed, piling into the big van. There were ten of us piled into the small space, plus Harley who was driving.

"Bobby went with Paul and Preston in the other van." Harley spoke up.

I was surprised we all fit in the van, though some sat on laps. It was a silent ride after Harley's announcement. The tension was thick and nobody wanted to be the first to speak. I tried my best to avoid Ashton's eyes, but I could feel him watching me. It was probably the longest ride of my life, even thought it only took five minutes.

When we pulled up in front of the hotel, we all piled out and walked silently to the lifts. The curly haired boy with green eyes pressed the button for floor eight and we rose in a deafening silence. Once we reached the correct floor, we all followed Curly and Blondie to the room. Michael hadn't let go of my arm since the club and didn't let go until we were all sitting on the couch in the suite.

The five boys I wasn't familiar with watched Michael and I curiously.

Everybody was silent.

"Michael, I-" he cut me off with a glare.

"Don't get mad at her." Ashton growled, sending a glare back to Michael. "She didn't do anything wrong."

Calum and Luke sat next to, but away from, Ashton. They looked worried, and Calum have me an apologetic smile.

"Oh, whatever." I rolled my eyes at the two boys having a glaring contest. I stood up which made both of them snap their attention to me. "This is completely ridiculous."

"Ashley-" Michael started, but I cut him off.

"Don't 'Ashley' me!" I warned him, sending him a look. "Just because you're famous doesn't mean I won't beat your pretty little face like I used to."

He gulped, sending a glare to Calum and Luke who were chuckling.

"I can't believe you're having such a fit!" I continued my rant, getting frustrated at my twin. "So what if I was making out with Ashton? I was making out with lots of guys tonight and you didn't freak out then!"

"You what!" Michael and Ashton yelled at the same time, standing up as well.

"Uh, that's my fault." Calum lifted his hand with a sheepish smile.

"Why the hell would you encourage that!" Michael looked beyond pissed. Ashton looked like a lost puppy, sad and depressed.

"We had a bet going." Calum said, sending me a wink. "Which I totally won."

"You so didn't!" I yelled, still mad at Michael. "We didn't finish the game!"

"I got twelve." Calum stated proudly, a smirk on his face as he tossed me his phone.

"There is no way." I looked at his screen and sure enough, twelve new contacts. "Shit."

He laughed at me. "How many did you get?"

"Including Ashton?"

"Sure why not?"


"You made out with eight guys before Ash?" One of the five asked me. He had blue-green eyes and a contagious smile. "Damn girl."

I blushed as I realized people were still in the room.

"Uh..yeah I did." I answered sheepishly. I glanced over at Blondie. "I wasn't planning on kissing Ashton. I thought he was someone else."

I caught Blondie blushing and smirked at him. Everyone turned to face him.

"Hey, don't blame me!" His accent seemed thicker the more embarrassed he got. "She's cute and I didn't know she was Mikey's sister."

"Well she is!" Michael called out. "She is off limits!"

"Michael Clifford!" I yelled. "Stop being so damn protective and let me have a life! I'm not five."

"I don't want you getting hurt." Michael defended himself. "I don't want you dating my mates."

"Your mates?" I was seething. "It's not like I haven't ever kissed one of your mates before!"

"What!" Michael screamed.

Whoops. I glanced over at Ashton who looked scared and then at Calum who looked ready to pee hisself.

"Uh, I mean..."

"Who? When?" Michael was trying to sound calm, collected. He was failing miserably.

"Me. Two years ago." The boy who stole my first kiss answered.

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