Right in front of me

Stephanie was betrayed by her best friend Amy and her good friend Ashton is being her shoulder to cry on. Before, her feeling towards him were purely platonic, but after spending all this time together, how long will it be before that changes?
I don't write many fanfics, but this is kind of low key - even if the tags dont seem it aha. Just a bit of fun.
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4. Band practise

“…She looks so perfect standing there…” My eyes catch Ash’s eyes and I feel blood rush to my cheeks. “…in her American Apparel underwear…” I’m getting too hot so I leave the rather large garage, his eyes follow me out. I know I need to pull myself together, but I’m struggling.

My biggest fear is that I will fall for him and he doesn’t reciprocate the feeling, it was only a month ago that the same thing happened before, and I only made it through that with the help of Ash. Without him I wouldn’t have left the house yet, I would still be in that phase of self-hate and depression.

I am sitting on the floor outside, leaning against the wall when Ash pokes his head out the door.

“Hey, you okay?” He cocks his head to the side, I see the worry in his eyes. I stand up and he walks over to me, he reaches for my hand and I let him take it. He runs his thumb over the back of my hand and a calmness settles over me.

“I’m fine, it was just too hot in there.” I give him a reassuring smile.

“Okay, I don’t mind taking you home if you want.” I shake my head, at that moment Luke appears behind us. He sees us holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes and laughs.

“I think I interrupted something. I’ll go now.” He jumps back inside, laughs some more, and calls to Michael and Calum “Don’t go out there, you’ll interrupt the love birds.”

The moment is over, Ash and I go back inside, he’s let go of my hand and it feels cold without his pressed against it. I sit on the sofa and listen to the rest of the rehearsal, then the guys sit down to do some writing. I keep out of their way, I don’t want to interrupt the flow of creative juices.

At some point I must have fallen asleep, and I wake up to the sound of the guys shouting at FIFA.

“Oh shoot, we woke you up. Sorry, I was trying to keep them quiet.” Ashton says apologetically.

“Its fine, don’t worry about it.”

“You want to play?” He asks, the guys groan. “Hey you woke her up, the least you could do is let her play.” They sigh again, but they’ve given in.

“Yeah sure, but you’ll have to teach me.” We arrange that it’ll be me, with the help of Ashton, against Michael, who they’ve decided is the easiest match for me.

Ash sits behind me ready to help when I need it, and the game starts. I am pretty terrible, so Ash has to intervene a few times, he reaches his arms, encasing me, to get to the controller. He scores almost immediately, and Michael curses.

Michael wins the game in the end, and by this time it’s half nine. The guys put on a film and I curl up next to Ash on the sofa. He’s so comfortable and warm that I fall asleep again.


When I wake up again, I’m being carried from his car to my house and before I know it I’m wrapped up in my bed covers. I’ve been falling in and out of consciousness for the last hour.

“I love you.” I murmur.

“I love you too.” Then he kisses me so softly that I could be imagining it, and he’s gone.

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