It's Time |A.I|

"You promised you'd never give up, Adelaide." Ashton whispered, voice cracking slightly. "You promised me you wouldn't."

{You can't make a promise you can't keep. But Adelaide did anyway}


8. 08

Chapter Eight


The loud sound of my iPhones marimba played out annoyingly on the small desk beside my bed. I really need to change that.

Groaning, I slowly maneuverer my fingers along the desk's surface, trying to find Satan's spawn. I finally came into contact with the small device and hit the snooze button to make the horrible sound stop. The brightness was harsh against my eyes. I squinted to unlock it, clicking the slider button to off. Having to get up early every morning makes you really realise how much you actually hated work, or just about anything that makes you get up earlier than noon.

The wood that my small carpet didn't cover was cold against the bare pads of my feet; it made me shiver. We should really have the heat on in this part of the house, it's always freezing.

I made my way to my closet. Yet another day of choosing something to wear. I still didn't know what was good, or what was bad for this job. Subconsciously, I ran my fingers through my hair, them getting stuck halfway down. I groaned, I really hate mornings. Why did God make such an awful thing.

For the third time, I scanned over the items on the multiple hangers. Nothing my eyes came into contact with was worthy enough to be seen in.

Fuck it, I'll just wing this shit. I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans I bought from Hot Topic, and a silky, white shirt that contained ruffles in the front.

Deciding to skip a shower, because why not, I quickly threw on the clothes. The outfit wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either.

My blond hair was in several directions as I stared at myself in my vanity mirror. Okay, maybe I should have taken a shower. No brush could ever get through this disaster. It's like a rat had literally slept in there and if I were to touch it, it would come out hissing. I winced as I tried dragging the brush through the tangled mess. This is hell.

"Are you ready to go?" My father asked, sitting in one of our kitchen barstool chairs. A cup of coffee was placed next to him, the newspaper in his hands.

I grumbled a simple yes and he folded his paper, taking off his glasses he needed to read. "Something wrong?"

"No. I'm just not a morning person." My father chuckled and proceeded to get up and make his way into the hallway where our coats were stored.

All too soon, we made our way outside to our Mercedes Benz. The spring air was chilly, it still hasn't warmed up from winter. The heat was on full blast. My father and I were silent the whole care ride. Thank God for that, I hate talking in the morning. When we got there Dad parked the car right next to Harry's.

As we made our way inside we split ways. I went right when my Dad went straight. We had two different work areas, his was downstairs as mine was upstairs. My black heels clicked against the tiled floor. The sound was somewhat soothing, it's my new aesthetic.

Ashton was standing in front of the elevator doors. Okay Adelaide, you can do this. I gulped in a thing of air and made my way to his side. "Fancy meeting you here," I joked.

He jumped, not prepared to see me. "Jesus, Adelaide. You can't do that to people!"

I giggled, "oops?" Ashton rolled his eyes as the doors opened and we made our way inside the small contraption. "Where are we going today?" I asked, curious as to what we might do.

"It's a surprise."

Of course it is.

I could feel Mr. Styles' eyes on me as I gave him his coffee. It made me uncomfortable to say the least. "Black with no sugar, like you asked." How someone could drink such a thing without sweetner made me cringe.

"Thank you." Harry's slow British accent rang out in a harmonious tone. The way he says his words so slow could make any girl swoon. I didn't have a crush on my boss, I had a crush on his accent.

I gave a small smile and turned to leave. A soft pull on my arm stopped me, it was Mr. Styles. "I need one more thing." He said, his green eyes dancing with excitement.

I gulped nervously, "Okay."

"You have such a beautiful body, Ms. Banks." Harry licked his lips, sizing me up and down. My stomach lurched, my heart rate sped up. Oh God, please don't do this. "These clothes you wear, they just won't do." He got up from his seat and walked towards me. "Sarah!" Harry screamed at the last minute. I let out a breath I was holding. It wasn't going where I thought it was. "Adelaide here needs new clothing. Will you please give her one of my credit cards?"

What? Credit cards, the fuck am I going to do witht those. "Oh sir-"

"Call me Harry."

"Har-" I coughed. "Harry, I can't accept this I have my own money." This was something I'd never expect. I knew he was nice, but not this nice.

He moved his hand in a mannor that showed he didn't care. "I know, but it's my pleasure to pay for these. It's my top priority that my workers have the best clothing."

I didn't get it, I had my family's money. Why on earth would he want to pay for something I could get on my own? "But.."

"Ah, Ms. Banks. There are no butts."

Sarah re-entered Harry's office with a blue card in hand. I shakily took it from her fingertips. "Um.. Thank you."

Mr. Styles smiled and finally dismissed me. I was awestruck, I could barely move. Ashton was waiting for me outside when I emerged.

"What did he want?"

"He.. He gave me a credit card to buy clothes." My voice ran several inches higher than normal.

Ashton's face was priceless. "Well damn, I want a credit card for new clothes. I only have ripped shirts and two pairs of skinny jeans."

I snorted. The only thing I've seen him in was a suit. "Yeah, right."

"No, I'm serious."

I rolled my eyes as he tried to explain his vast amount of ripped shirts and black skinny jeans.

"Will you just go already!" Ashton screamed at the car in front of us. "There is no one in front of you!" His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw line was prominent when he grit his teeth.

"Woah, you need to calm those nuts."

"What?" He looked over at me, his fingers loosening up on the wheel.

"You need to calm those macho nuts down."

"What is wrong with you?" Tiny giggles escaped his lips as his eyes crinkled. I swear, I think I just fell in love with him. How could a grown ass man giggle?

It wasn't long before we pulled up to an old cinema. "This used to be a cinema." Ashton put his gear into park. "They closed down a long time ago, but no one wanted it to be removed. So, now they made it into an ice-cream parlor."

The building was small in the downtown area. Parents and kids were scattered on sidewalks all over, but no one seemed to pay attention to the old fashioned building. It made me curious to know how he had found this place.

The door was not rusty as expected, but smooth as I opened it. It smelt like mint ice-cream as we stepped foot in. I took a deep breath, it was heaven in a store to say the least.

Just like the outside, the inside was not modern. The area contained baby blue plastered tables, with beautiful pink cushioned chairs. Candy covered the shelves all around. The walls resembled cotton candy and held a lot of black and white photos. "What do you think?" Ashton whispered.

"It's beautiful." I turned my head to look at him, we were closer than expected. His breath fanned my face; smelling of mint.

"You know what else is beautiful?" He asked, looking from my eyes to my lips.



I couldn't keep the laugh bubbling inside me, in. As we made our way to the counter I punched him in the arm.

"How may I help you?" A small, old lady entered through the door behind the counter. She looked to be about seventy-five.

"Hi Mrs. Bea." Ashton said, excitedly. The old lady smiled, recognition showing across her face.

"Ashton, my darling. What may I do for you two." She looked from me to him and smiled. Somethng shown in her fragile blue eyes. She was happy.

"Two of your most famous ice-cream dishes please." Ashton sent Mrs. Bea, as I now know, a wink. A small smile came over my features, this was cute.

Her shaky hands grabbed two dishes from the shelves and opened up one of the freezer type things. Her back was to us so we couldn't see what she was doing. "She always likes to surprise her customers," Ashton whispered. "The element of suprise."

Mrs. Bea handed Ashton two dishes of ice-cream. I didn't know what it was, but Ashton seemed to. He smiled so big, as he took a look at the two. "Just what I came here for. How much do I owe?"

She smiled, "Nothing my dear. You take this lovely lady and eat what your heart desires."

Ashton nodded and walked us over to a table on the other side of the shop. "I used to come here all the time when I first moved here. She was basically the Grandma I've never had."

I took a bite out of the creamy coldness in my hand. It tasted like cupcakes. "This is so good," I moaned.

Ashton's eyes lit up. "I know. This was the first thing I've ever ordered here."

"So what's your favorite colour?" Ashton asked with a mouth full of his cupcake ice-cream. His gaze was locked on mine, waiting for the answer like a child wanting to know if they were going to Disney World.

"Hmm." I had to think a little. My favorite colour changed a lot, I've been around the rainbow more than once. Guess you could say I was a colour whore.


"Mine is.. Probably black." I giggled at his answer, of course he'd like black. It's the only thing he wears and probably owns.

I smiled a little as Ashton smeared a little ice-cream just below his bottom lip. "You eat ice-cream a lot don't you, Ash?" I asked. This was the second ice-cream place he's taken me to since we've met.

His hazel eyes fluttered, a small smile forming. "Yeah."

He was just so cute. "Er, you.. You got a little something right here." I pointed to my chin where Ashton had a glob of it on himself. A pink shade of crimson appeared on his cheeks as he couldn't find the spot exactly.

"Here, I got it for you." Grabbing the napkin to my left, I reached over the table. Our proximity was close, I stared into his eyes; brown swirled with the green in such a way it made you not want to look away... Ever. I ever so slowly dabbed the napkin on his chin. There was no tension between us, it was a beautiful moment.

Ashton's breath fanned against my face, blowing strands of loose hair that so happened to fall in front. He smelt of cupcake and chocolate; it was an addicting smell.

My eyes flicked back and forth from his eyes to his pink, plump lips. I've never in my whole life wanted to kiss someone so badly. Ashton brought a hand to my face and brushed the few strands of golden hair away.

"Kiss me." I whispered, my green eyes closing slightly as he cupped my cheeks with both hands. My face burned hot as the gap between us was closing, even a table couldn't break this moment him and I were about to share.

"Oh my God, Ashton!?" A nasally voice brought Ashton and I out of our moment of bliss. We jumped back, both our faces burning with heat of embarrassment. A young girl who looked to be the age of eighteen made her way to our table. She had fiery blue eyes with brown hair that cascaded down her back in elegant waves.

She screamed 'pretty', everything about her made me cry out with jealousy. I gritted my teeth as I got up to throw away my melted ice-cream. That fucking bitch.

Ashton smiled, his pearly whites showing with enthusiasm. Of course, I thought. Of fucking course. "Hi, Karlee!" He stood up to bring her in for a hug and she eyed me as he did so. I hated her, I hated her already. Ashton wasn't even mine, but I felt like he should be.

"Who's this?" Karlee asked with a snarl, "Is this your new girlfriend?"

Ashton turned to look at me, his smile disappearing off his face... Oh. He rubbed the back of his head, "Err.. No, not exactly."

"Oh good. You could do so much better, anyway."

I could feel the anger rising up within my veins. How dare she, how dare she come in here with her fucking six inch heels and a fucking whore black dress. How dare she even fucking exist. "I'll be right back, I have to pee." I smiled at Ashton and made my way to the back where I had saw the restroom sign earlier.

"He doesn't like her, that Karlee." Mrs. Bea had stopped me at the bathroom doors. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, I quickly wiped them before they had a chance to fall. "When Ashton moved here, they became friends, yes. They dated for quite a while. She cheated on him. Poor kid. She's a whore." Her last sentence made me crack a small smile. She was old, but wise and funny.

"He might have just met you, dear. But I can tell the way he looks at you that you mean more to him than he will ever let on." Bea patted my back before she continued walking to the front counter. My face coated with pinkness once again at her words. Did she really mean that?

I took a deep breath in, trying to calm my nerves and rid of the anger I had towards Karlee. I scowled at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My makeup-less face didn't do my green eyes justice and my blond hair was a wavy mess down my back; the top of my head having frizzy pieces flying everywhere. I sighed, and looked at my fingers. "Why can't I look like her?" She was beautiful, everything Ashton deserves. What was I? Nothing, I was a rotten potato in a sack full of healthy ones. No one wants me; they throw me away.

Deciding I was done wallowing in my self-pity. I walked myself to the two sitting at the table. Karlee was smiling and Ashton just looked awkward. The tension around them screamed awkward. "Um.. My mom wants me home," I lied. My eyes locked with the hazel eyed God. Ashton nodded and got up; wrapping his jacket around his forearm. "See you later, Karlee."

I could feel her eyes on me as I awkwardly shuffled out the door. The intensity of it made me shiver; it was scary. She could be plotting my death right now and I would never know. "Sorry about that, Addie." I smiled at his nickname he gave me; it was different. Everyone I've ever known, besides my Grandmother, called me Lemonade. It was cute and refreshing.

"It's okay," I whispered. "She's very pretty." Which it was true, I didn't say everything I wanted to say. She was a bitch, whore, anything you could call a female you didn't like.

"Yeah," He nodded. "But she's not the one for me." I looked over to him as we made our way to his car parked in the back of the parking lot.

"What do you mean?" I asked, shocked. She seemed like everyone's perfect one for them; she looked the part, anyway. I knew of course that, that wasn't the case at all.

"I found someone better."

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