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?


21. Chapter Twenty: I'm done dealing with your bipolar attitude

Chapter Twenty: I'm done dealing with your bipolar attitude


As I followed Ashton out of the front room and into his and Calum's shared room, I could feel my heart begin to race. I clenched and unclenched my fists (a nervous habit) and I felt the clammy skin and panicked. I couldn't let him know how much he affected me.

I don't know why I let him close the door behind us, or why I let him lock it. All I know is that I wanted him to explain. I wanted to know why he was such a jerk to me. Why he would treat me like a princess one minute and like garbage the next.

I stood in the corner, near the door, while he paced around the bed. I watched as his shoulders bunched due to stress. How he ran his hand through his hair like he does when he's nervous.

"You wanted to talk," I said softly, but firmly. I wanted to get this over with, especially if he was going to act how he had been the last couple weeks. "So talk. Or I'm leaving."

"I know, just give me a second Ashley." He groaned, dropping to the bed. He sat with his head in his hands and his elbows propped on his knees.

"You're the one who brought me in here. You should already be able to say what you need to." I stayed in my spot, barely moving as I shifted feet. "Look Ashton, I can't deal with the jerk tonight. Please either tell me what's going on with you, or we can ignore each other for the rest of the summer. I'm done dealing with your bipolar attitude."

"I'm not bipolar, Ashley." He said in return, rubbing his face with his hands before looking up at me. "I just don't know how to express my feelings."

"Feelings?" I said lightly. He had feelings for me? What kind? "You don't have to do this right now, Ashton."

"Yes! I do!" He cried, jumping to his feet. "I don't know how much longer I can go without admitting it again."

"Again?" My replies were becoming breathless. What did he mean, again? His eyes widened slightly, but he covered it with a sheepish smile.


"What are you trying to say? Again, I mean." I asked him, standing still. Was he messing with me?

"I'm trying to tell you what's been going on with me the past few weeks." He answered, stepping closer to me. I could see the different colors in his eyes, see the freckles on his nose, and feel his heat radiating off of his body. "You see, I've had this burning sensation running through my body and clenching knots in my stomach. I don't know how to describe it to you. I don't know what I'm feeling."

I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. I couldn't speak, which was fine because he wasn't finished.

"You drive me crazy, Ashley." His voice was barely above a whisper as he stood in front of me, so close that we wouldn't be able to fit a magazine between us. Feeling his breath on my face made the hummingbirds in my stomach freak out. "I can't stop thinking about you. I've tried, really I have. Mike told me to stay away from you--you're off limits. But I couldn't Ash."

Was Ashton saying what I thought he was saying?

"I like you Ashley Mae Clifford," he whispered against my lips. I felt my breath hitch and my heart stop when he said those words. He liked me? Maybe I heard him wrong?

"You what?" I breathed out. He was still so close, our eyes locked. He seemed to be searching mine. His grey-green eyes closed for a second and his forehead pressed against mine.

"I like you, Ashley," he said it again. Am I dreaming?

"You like me?" I asked in disbelief. Was he being serious? He nodded, his pretty green eyes smiling at me. That is, until I shoved against his shoulders.

"What the hell?" He gaped at me as he stumbled backwards. I advanced on him, pressing my finger into his chest.

"How can you tell me you like me," I growled angrily, poking his chest with every other word. "When you treat me like garbage every other day? You don't like me, Ashton, you like the thought of me."

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