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?


13. Chapter Twelve: Calm down, Ash

Chapter Twelve: Calm down, Ash


I can't believe I said it. I actually said it. But, I mean, I had to! He wouldn't get off me if I didn't. It's not like I wanted to kiss Luke, right?

The second after I said those words I felt Luke's lips press against mine. It was nice, but I couldn't help comparing Luke's to Ashton's. While Luke's lips were slightly chapped and rough, Ashton's were soft and warm, comfortingly perfect.

I don't know why, but I couldn't kiss Luke back. I mean, yes, Luke was hot. He was one of the most attractive guys I knew. But I didn't like Luke that way. Did I? I had a major crush on him when I was younger, but I got over it. I was over the blue-eyed boy. At least I thought I was.

I didn't have much time to react to having Luke's lips on mine before he was yanked roughly away from me. I hadn't realized my eyes were closed until the flew open at the loss of contact. I wished I hadn't opened them when I saw what was happening in front of me.

Ashton held Luke's collar with one hand and had just punched his jaw with the other. I let out a small cry of shock as Ash pulled his fist back, ready to hit his friend again.

"Ashton, stop!" I yelled, stumbling to my feet and rushing to his side. I grabbed his arm, pulling him away from Luke who had already been hit a few times. His jaw was turning purple, bruising instantly. Ashton was glaring daggers at Luke, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. It felt nice having his arms around me, and my mind was becoming muddled. He smelled so good.

"Stay away from her, Luke." Ashton growled, his arms tightening around me. I looked up at his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking. His jaw was clenched, no dimples showing as he glared at his friend. I didn't understand him. One moment he would be an ass and the next he was doing this, holding me, kissing me. I don't know, but it was confusing.

"It's not like she's your girlfriend, Ashton." Luke spit back, raising a hand to his jaw. His fingers lightly prodded the bruising section of his face and he winced. I instantly felt awful. Why were they fighting over me? "She can kiss whomever she wants to."

"You forced her!" Ashton yelled, his arms never leaving my waist. I was pressed up against him, no space at all between us. My head was practically lying on his chest. I have no doubt that people looking in at us would think we were in a passionate embrace. That thought made me blush. "She just wanted you to leave her alone, you idiot. You forced her to kiss you. She didn't even enjoy it!"

I knew I was turning bright red, so I did something I'd probably regret later. I hid my face in Ashton's shoulder. It's not like I could run and hide in my bunk. Ashton's hold on me never loosened. If anything, it tightened every few seconds.

I actually enjoyed being wrapped in his arms. It made me feel safe. I was so small next to him, the top of my head only reaching his chin. I could feel his body relaxing against mine as he calmed down. It was as if having me in his arms made him less anxious.

"I did not!" Luke argued back. I could picture him shaking his head and running a hand through his blonde quiff. But I kept my eyes on the fabric of Ashton's white shirt. It was pulled tightly across his chest, which was rising up and down quickly in his distress. He was getting angrier by the second.

"Just stay away from her from now on." Ashton growled again. It was actually kind of sexy. Wait, what? I did not just call Ashton sexy. No. Nope. Never. Gross.

"What the hell is going on?"

Uh-oh. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palms against Ashton's chest. He didn't release me, making me curious. I peeked up at him, but his eyes were focused on the blonde boy opposite us.

"Ashton, what the hell?" My brother growled from behind us. Shoot. This is not good. He sounded too calm.

"Why don't you ask, Luke." Ashton grumbled back, his eyes narrowing.

"Ashton," I whispered and his head snapped down. Our faces were literally and inch apart. Stop it Ashley, don't think about it. He's a jerk to you most of the time. But as soon as our eyes connected my mind went blank. I didn't remember what I was going to say. His eyes were so green. So dark and perfect. I bit my lip, but ignored the urge to kiss him again. That had been a drunken mistake. Right? "Calm down, Ash."

I don't know if I was telling him to calm down or myself to calm down. Maybe both of us.

I felt him take a deep breath as he pressed his forehead against mine in a sweet gesture. It felt so right being like this, just us holding each other.

"I'm calm, Ashley. I promise." He breathed out. I felt his minty breath fan against my lips and I felt my own breath catch in my throat.

"Hell!" Someone groaned, before I felt a hand on my arm. I was pulled away from Ashton, his eyes losing their happiness. What was it about him that made me want to always see him smile? "I just want to know why the hell you were holding my sister like that. I warned you Ashton!"

"I was protecting her, Michael!" Ashton yelled back, catching my eye. I shook my head, not wanting anymore fights. Ashton pulled off the beanie he was wearing, threw it onto the couch and sat down, his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, okay?"

I had never seen Ashton back down from a fight like that. I suppose the others hadn't either because there were shocked looks on each of their faces.

"It's fine, Ash." I smiled sweetly at him, pulling away from my brother an walking to Ashton's side. I placed a hand on his shoulder and his head snapped up, his green eyes meeting my blue ones. "Thanks, Ashton."

I don't know what made me do it, but I leaned down and kissed his cheek. When I pulled back, his cheeks were pink and he was grinning. I smiled back at him, turned around and hurried to the back of the bus.

I don't know why, but I couldn't stop smiling as I brushed my hair and tied it up into a bun. If he could act that sweet all the time, maybe we could be friends. As I fixed my clothes and pulled on a green jumper, I decided I wanted to at least try to be friends with everyone. No more drama, no more kisses. Just fun.

How hard could it be?

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