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?


11. Chapter Ten: Plus, he's a really great kisser

Chapter Ten: Plus, he's a really great kisser


I was not prepared for this. No, not at all. Michael was going to kill me. I glanced over at the boy who had spoken, gnawing on my bottom lip. I could see the wheels turning in Mike's head. This was not good.

"You?" Michael stared at his best friend, shock and hurt plastered across his face. "You were supposed to watch out for her! Not make out with her!"

I watched in silence, too shocked to say anything. He had confessed? Why would he confess something like that.

The five boys I still hadn't been introduced to shifted uncomfortably. Yeah, the tension in this room was ticker than molasses. I sat down, my legs felt too weak. I almost fell. What was happening?

"It was years ago," he answered Michael with an apologetic look. I could tell he felt bad about not telling his best friend, but we had promised to keep it a secret. "We were ten, Michael."

I looked to Calum, trying to catch his eye, but he wouldn't look at me. I hadn't lied to him, but I hadn't told him who it was. I had let him assume.

"Mikey," my voice was soft, broken. I felt his pain. Don't ask me how, it's an empathy thing. I had always been able to feel people's pain, and with Michael being my twin it was always stronger. I could feel more from him. His pain, his anger, his sadness.

He turned to look at me, my weakness showing through my tough exterior. He saw it, my depression and pain. My sadness and heartache. And even though he was mad at me, he was still my brother.

"Ash?" His voice had softened, his anger subsiding into worry. He hurried to my side, needing to make sure I was okay. "Ashley? Are you okay?"

"Michael, it's not his fault." I whispered, ignoring everyone else in the room. "I asked him not to tell anyone."

"Why wouldn't you tell me, Ashy?" I could see the hurt in his eyes as his voice broke on my name.

I know it seemed like we were making a big deal out of the whole thing. It was my first kiss, for goodness sake. But it really was a big deal to Michael. Ever since our dad left us, Michael had been there to protect me. To keep me out of trouble. He didn't want me hurt, and he was convinced that any boy I dated would do just that.

"I didn't want you to worry about it, Mike." I mumbled, trying to blink back tears. We've been through so much, it hurt when we fought. "It was almost eight years ago, we were playing at the treehouse and I fell."

I smiled lightly recalling the memory. It was one of my favorites, though I would never admit that to anyone else.

"I remember that." Michael and Calum said at the same time. Ashton and Luke stayed silent, while the five sat in silent confusion.

"You went to get mum, and had Luke stay with me." I blushed as I remembered my first kiss. It had been sloppy, but it was with one of my best friends. He was so cute. His blue eyes sparkled with unshed tears as he sat next to me holding my hand. He had started whispering silly things to me, trying to make me smile, and occasionally succeeding.

I broke my leg that year, having to stay inside most of the summer. It was taking a long time for Michael and Calum to get back with mum and I had started crying again. Luke was trying really hard to be strong for me, his ten year old self just as sweet as his seventeen year old self. I remember I had closed my eyes as the pain in my leg intensified and then I felt his soft lips on mine. It was short, not lasting more than five seconds. But I remember feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

"He was trying to make me feel better." I mumbled, my blush intensifying as I felt all eyes on me.

"Luke was your first kiss?" Calum's voice echoed around the silent room, his shock clear.

I nodded slowly, glancing over at the blonde boy. He was chewing on his lip, apparently deep in thought. I couldn't imagine my life without him, he was one of my best friends. I loved him as much as I loved Calum and Michael. And even Ashton. Yeah, he was growing on me. Plus he's a really great kisser.

"I thought Ashton was your first kiss!" Calum pouted, his dark eyes flashing with frustration.

"I never said that!" I blushed as I caught Ashton's eye. "I never said that."

He smirked at me, but his heart wasn't in it. He was visibly upset.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys." I mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"Yeah, me too." Luke chimed in, his voice thick and husky. "I kind of promised Ashley I wouldn't though."

I nodded, watching Michael's face. He didn't look too happy, but he wasn't as mad as he was a few minutes ago.

"Well that was exciting," Green-eyes spoke up, his British accent low and husky. It sent shivers up my spine. He wore a cheeky grin, showing off adorable dimples. Maybe I'd start referring to him as Dimples.

"You're right Harreh," the dark one spoke up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was super attractive, with dark hair, golden eyes and an adorable grin. His arms were covered in tattoos, each one obviously having a meaning. What should I call him...? Hmmmm. I'd think of something. "This little group has a lot of drama in it, doesn't it."

"Now, now Zayn," the boy with the birthmark spoke softly, almost like a parent would to a child. He was adorable. His short hair was brushed back, his pretty brown eyes only slightly stern. He was definitely in charge of the group. "No need to be rude to the lads. Let them have their family discussion."

"Li, that was obviously a fight over the girl." Blondie spoke up, his cute Irish accent making me grin. His words registered in my mind.

"Hey! I have a name, Blondie." I scrunched my nose up in annoyance. I hated being ignored.

"So do I, darlin' and it ain't Blondie." Blondie replied before sticking his tongue out at me.

I gasped, placing my hand over my heart in fake hurt. "Mikey, Blondie's being mean!"

My brother rolled his eyes. Wow, thanks for the help.

"My name isn't Blondie!" Blondie whined, poking the mature one in the side. "Make her be nice, Liam. She's being mean."

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves?" The final guy asked, his voice a bit higher than the others who all had low voices. I nodded, folding my hands in my lap. "I'm Louis the Tommo Tomlinson, and I'm still slightly drunk and I'm ready for bed."

As if to prove his point, his blue eyes drooped half closed and he pretended to snore lightly. I giggled at his failed attempt, but gave him a thumbs up when he peeked at me. The guy with tattoos smiled over at me, sending a wave as he introduced himself. "Zayn Malik,"

"I'm Liam Payne," the mature guy walked up to me and shook my hand. Yup, definitely the most mature. "Sorry about the other's its been a long day."

"No, I get it." I smiled reassuringly. "I think it's been a long day for all of us."

I heard a few grumbles from my boys, agreeing with my statement. Blondie stood up from his position on the couch, walking over to me. He observed me for a moment, making me shift uncomfortably.

"I can see why they're fighting over her." He told Dimples, waving him over to stare at me. Soon enough I had both blue and green eyes trained on me, studying my face. "She's really pretty isn't she?"

"Yeah, she is." Dimples smiled cheekily down at me, his eyes lighting up. "I may have to join in on the fight."

"Back off, Harry." Ashton growled from right behind me. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes only reaching his Adam's apple. I tilted my head back, looking up at his face. Confusion and frustration were written all over his face and I vaugly wondered if it was because of our kiss. I was sure as hell confused.

"Don't worry, Ash. I was only joking." Dimples replied with a smirk. "I'm Harry Styles by the way."

I just nodded, slightly distracted by the feeling of Ashton standing right behind me. I could feel his body heat aganist my back and his breath made goose bumps shoot across my neck.

"I'm Niall Horan," Blondie told me, poking my cheek. I flinched away from his hand, backing into Ashton. "Whoops, sorry."

I nodded, stepping forward a little. Was it wrong that I wanted to stay pressed against Ashton? What the hell am I thinking, of course it's wrong! I hate him. Right?

"This is Ashley," Michael spoke up, moving to stand next to me. "My little sister."

"Twin sister," I shoved Michael causing him to stumble. He shot me a playful glare and I knew he had forgiven me for not telling him.

"And she's off limits." Ashton added protectively. Wait, protectively? I glanced up at him with shock, but I couldn't read his expression.

What was going on?

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