Loving Ash

Bandfic for Fanfiction Royale

•BOOK 1 IN THE LOVING 5SOS SERIES•

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?

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40. Chapter Thirty-Nine: Good Luck, Mate

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Good Luck, Mate

[ashton]

I stared out the window of the bus, my mind focused on the blue-eyed girl I had sent home two weeks ago. How I had managed this long without her kiss, I don't know. I missed her like crazy, but I couldn't get the image of her and Harry kissing out if my head.

"He's just been staring out the window since we got back on the road," I heard Luke say to someone. I glanced up, spotting them standing in a huddle in the kitchen.

"It's his fault she's gone," Calum responded, anger clear in his voice. "He needs to suck it up."

"I can't believe he didn't even say goodbye to her," Michael added in, his voice low and angry. I can't believe it either. "Mum said she was in tears when she picked her up and hasn't stopped crying since she got back. She's locked herself in her room and won't even let Sadie in."

"But she always lets Sadie in," Luke said in confusion. Why was I eavesdropping? I didn't care if she was crying.

"Mum said she hasn't been eating either," Michael continued, worry thickening his words. I turned in his direction in alarm. She wasn't eating? "She's never been this bad, not even when her high school boyfriend broke up with her and they were together for like two years. I don't know what to do."

"The fans would understand if you need to go home for a few days, Mikey," Calum assured Michael.

I made the girl I loved stop eating. Oh god I hoped that was the only torture she was inflicting on herself. I don't think I could live with myself if she hurt herself.

Picking myself up off of the sofa, I practically ran to the the back of the bus. Pulling my phone out if my pocket, I dialed a number I hadn't called in two weeks.

"Ashton?" He answered on the third ring, the confusion and surprise clear in his voice. I was surprised too. Why was I calling him? "You okay mate?"

"No," I replied honestly, running a hand through my hair as I paced back and forth in the small space. "No, I'm not. Ashley...she's not eating man."

He inhaled sharply. "How do you know?"

"Her mum told Michael," I responded, sitting on a chair, leaning my elbows on my knees and resting my head in my hands.

"What can I do?"

"Tell me what happened that night at the club," I said, biting my cheek in an attempt to keep my anger at bay.

"Look, Ashton," Harry muttered, his voice tired. "I was pretty pissed that night. I don't remember much."

"Just tell me what you remember, Harry," I urged, rubbing my forehead. I needed to know exactly what happened.

"I was with Niall and we were trying to get as smashed as we could," he started, sounding hesitant. I heard a shuffling on his end before I heard a door close. "I had just set down my final beer when a gorgeous bru- I mean Ashley - threw her arms around my neck, whispered something that sounded a whole hell of a lot like 'I love you' and then smashed her lips to mine. I was confused, but she was insistent about the kiss. I tried and failed to keep from kissing back. She's a fucking good kisser man."

"I know," I mumbled. My mind had locked onto the words, I love you, that she had supposedly whispered. Had she maybe thought he was me? No, she couldn't have.

"Anyway," Harry continued, his voice light. "Next thing I know, I was being punched repeatedly in the face."

"Sorry," I winced. He was on of my best mates. I can't believe I had hit him. Who am I kidding? I was so angry that he was kissing my girlfriend that I forgot who he was.

"It's alright, Ashton," he replied with a chuckle. "I would've done the same if I saw someone making out with Jess."

"Jess?" I asked in confusion,

"Yeah, my new girlfriend," he responded fondly. Oh how I envied him right then.

"I've got to go, Harry," I said quickly. I needed to call her.

"Good luck mate," Harry called before I hung up on him. He knew as much as I did that I would need it. I let out a sigh, running my hands through my hair. I can't believe I sent her away.

Her number was still programmed in my speed-dial and I hit the number roughly. Pressing the phone to my ear, I listened to it ring.

And ring.

And ring.

I didn't blame her for not picking up. I was a complete douche to her. Getting frustrated, I threw my phone into the bed and groaned. Pressing my head into my hands, I felt my legs give out. I fell the the floor, my frustration fizzling out only to be replaced with a plan.

It was risky, but it might work.

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