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?


31. Chapter Thirty: "She's not you,"

Chapter Thirty: "She's not you,"


Exiting the elevator, I forced myself to stay calm as I walked to our suite. It was bigger than the room we had the first day. It felt like a penthouse to be honest. I had my own bedroom, the boys sharing the other two rooms. I could feel Ashton following behind me, but he didn't try talking again.

I knew I was probably overreacting, but can you blame me? I just watched my boyfriend falling all over a different girl!

I fumbled, trying desperately to pull the key out of my pocket. It took a couple tries, but I finally got it out and shoved the key card into the slot and pushing the door open. I was distraught, almost in tears as I replayed the whole encounter for the hundredth time.

"Ashley," Ashton tried again as he followed me through the hallway and past the living room. The rest of the lads, including my new friends One Direction, were lounging on the couch. They all shot us confused looks as I stomped through the room with tears threatening to fall.

I ignored all of them, knowing I would start sobbing if I looked at them. Instead I walked directly to my room, locking the door before Ashton made it to my side. With him locked on the other side of the door, I sunk to the floor in tears. I heard his sigh before he knocked softly on the door.

"Ash," he called, his angelic voice muffled by the door. I closed my eyes, sucking in a breath and trying to stop crying. A soft thud sounded, indicating that he hit his head against the door. "Sweetheart, please open the door."

I blinked repeatedly and quickly, ridding my eyes of the tears. It only took a few seconds before I was mostly under control again. She was his ex. They weren't dating anymore. Why was I crying? He was mine. He was dating me now. I breathed out slowly, counting to ten.




He was dating me.





He liked me.




He was mine.

I slowly made my way to my feet, swallowing back the sudden embarrassment I was feeling. I had overreacted. I was way too jealous. I should've let him explain. Inhaling, I reached for the door handle. With a long exhale, I turned the doorknob and pulled the door open. Writhing a second I was feeling almost suffocated. Arms were wrapped tightly around my body and a heavy breath was hitting the side of my neck. My arms were pinned to my sides and I awkwardly wrapped my arms around his waist the best I could.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry," Ashton's voice was husky and rough, his lips moving against my neck. I felt his eyelashes flutter against my cheek and I melted easily against him.

"No, Ash, I'm sorry," I mumbled, nuzzling my face into his neck. He smelled so good! He shook his head, not ever letting me go.

"You don't need to be sorry, Ashy," he replied, his breath tickling me. His lips trailed from the base of my neck up to my ear, little kisses sending tingles shooting through my skin. "I'm sorry for not telling you about Laurie. She surprised me. I haven't seen her in three years"

"I shouldn't have reacted the way I did," I responded, ignoring the way my heart ached as he said her name. "It was stupid. She's just so pretty and, like, perfect and I couldn't--"

"Shh! No she's not," he pulled away, pressing a finger against my lips to prevent me from saying anything else. "She's far from perfect. And there's a reason I'm not dating her anymore, Ash."

I glanced up at him through my eyelashes that were now globbed together and glistening from my tears. A small smile was present on his lips when our eyes met. He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face to his and capturing my lips with his. It was a light kiss, just enough to leave me wanting more. As he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"She's not you," he whispered, his nose brushing against mine in a cute gesture. I could feel the blush creeping up my neck as he brushed his lips against mine in a ghost of a kiss. "I love you, Ashley."

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