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?


38. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Go Home

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Go Home


Waking up to the bright sunlight coming through my window was one of the most painful things that could've happened to me. My head throbbed in protest and I quickly tried to pull the blanket up over my head. But something stopped me.

A weight sat at the end of my bed. I peeked open one eye, glaring at the person at the foot of my bed. A mop of unruly brown curls caught my attention. The hunched figure was staring out the window, a frown seemingly permanently etched onto the handsome features.

"Ashton?" I asked as I sat up slowly. My throat felt extremely dry when I spoke and sounded even worse. What happened last night?

The boy lifted his head, turning to face me. I gasped softly when I saw him. His usually bright green eyes were dim and rimmed in red. A hard look was on his face and I knew something bad happened.

"What's wrong, Ash?" I asked softly, scared of the answer. What did I do last night to make him so upset?

"You don't remember?" He asked, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. The look on his face felt like an arrow to my heart. He looked so hurt and angry. At me.

"W-what did I do?" It couldn't be that bad, right?

"What do you remember?" He asked, staring down at his hands. It was almost as if he couldn't look at me. What the hell did I do?

"I-I remember getting to the club," I began, trying to remember what happened. My memories were blurry though. "We got split up, but I was with the girls. W-we got some drinks, but that's all I remember. Oh, and I needed to talk to you."

"You what?" He asked, his head shooting up and his eyes connecting with mine. His eyebrows were furrowed into a frown and I itched to reach out to sooth him.

"I wanted to talk to you," I replied, brushing a stray hair away from my face. "I left the girls to go find you."

I closed my eyes trying to remember what exactly happened. Fingers brushed my cheek, and I sighed. His touch sent shocks straight to my heart.

"I don't remember what happened after I left the girls," I told him truthfully. I opened my eyes, finding him right in front of me. "It's all a blur."

"I don't know what happened before I found you," he said, a flash of pain flickering across his face. "But I sure as hell remember what happened after."

"W-what happened?" I asked nervously, not really sure if I wanted to know.

"I punched Harry," he said coldly, pulling his hands away from me.

"Why?" I asked in confusion and concern.

"You two were making out, Ashley," he answered angrily. His fists clenched, and his jaw ticked. My jaw dropped. I did what?

"N-no, that c-can't be," I stuttered. I went to find Ashton to tell him I love him. I wouldn't have kissed Harry. Not in a million years. No, I wanted Ashton.

"I saw it with my own eyes, Ashley!" He screamed, pushing himself off my bed. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I didn't want to cry. My head was still pounding, his screams making it worse. "You had your tongue shoved down his throat and your arms wrapped around him!"

"No, no, no, that's not right!" I cried, letting the tears stream down my cheeks. I would never cheat on Ashton. It was impossible. I was so madly in love with him I couldn't even think about anyone else.

"I was completely sober, Ashley," he growled, refusing to look at me. I stood up, reaching out for him, but he flinched away from my touch. "I saw it. You were clinging to him like your life depended on it."

I let my hand drop to my side. Why wouldn't he listen?

"Ashton I--"

"I think you should go home," he said softly, his back to me. I stared wide eyed at him. Tears slipped silently down my cheeks as he walked to my door.

"W-what?" I asked, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. He paused at the door, his hand tightly gripping the doorknob.

"Go back to Australia, Ashley," he repeated before disappearing.

I collapsed to the floor in a puddle of tears. I was in love with him and he wanted me to leave. He wanted me to go home while he went to America. How could I leave knowing that he was hurt and angry? How could I leave when I was too heartbroken to even stand? How could I leave when the man I loved wanted nothing to do with me?

More tears came, and sobs wracked my body. I didn't even care how much noise I was making. My heart was falling to pieces. I heard the door open and close and felt strong arms wrap around me. For a moment I thought Ashton had come back, but when I lifted my head my eyes met with the kind brown eyes of my best friend.

"H-he hates me, C-Cal," I sobbed, burying my face into his Ramones t-shirt. His arms tightened around me as he rocked me back and forth. He didn't say anything, and for that I was grateful.

This was the worst hangover ever.

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