Close As Strangers|| Ashton Irwin

Every night I'm losing you in a thousand faces
Now it feels we're as close as strangers



7. him

Wrapped Around Your Finger had gotten tons of likes and a lot of positive feedback... So, we added it to the set list for the tour.

I sat on the couch in the dressing room, scrolling through Kayla's Instagram... I feel bad for fucking with Rachel, when my heart wants Kay. All I see is her, even with Rachel... All I saw was her.

"Ash... You okay?" Luke asked, sitting next to me.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not..."

"I know you think that you fucked up... But you didn't. You did what you thought was best. She's going to understand that..." He said. "And you need to do something about that Rachel girl... Because you don't need any paparazzi fucking up everything."

He's right. I need to tell her that I don't want to be with her. Or have a relationship... Or be friends... Or even talk.

Well, maybe even talk is a little too much. If I tell her that I don't want a relationship, she'll be pissed. I mean, we did have sex. This is going to fuck everything up.


"Rachel, we need to talk. I don't have long, I have to get back to the arena..." I sighed, sitting on her couch.

I just found out that she works at the hotel, so that's why she was at the hotel gym. She had just gotten off of work, and went to workout for a while. (I didn't think to clear that up since she had an apartment but was in the hotel)

"I already know what's about to happen..." She sighed, looking away from me.

"Listen, I'm sorry... I don't know why we did what we did... I, um, have someone else on my mind, and she has my heart. I don't know why I'm not with her, or why she's not with me. But I'm sorry." I said. "I'd like to be friends... If you don't mind..."

She smiled. "I'd like that... Now, good luck at your concert tonight... You'll be great."

"Are you going to be okay?"

She nodded. I gave her a quick hug, "Goodbye, Rachel."


We had played great show. And it was time to play WAYF for the first time.

"Throwing rocks at your window, at midnight.. You met me in your backyard that night... In the moonlight, you look just like, an angel in disguise.." Michael sang.

Thoughts of that night with Kayla replayed in my mind. The way she looked as we were going to the hotel. The way she looked when we made love. The way she looked when she woke up the next morning.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and I wiped it away between beats.

God, why did I have to be so stupid. I really messed up. I can't get over it. I need to go back to her, but the next time we go to America is in about 6 weeks. I just have to wait 6 weeks until I can see her beautiful self again. 6 weeks until I see the love of my life. The reason I breath, the reason I get up every morning. My world.

"You had me wrapped around your finger, wrapped around your finger, I'm wrapped around your finger..."

The song faded out in my mind as screams filled the air. That was the end of the show.

"Thank you London!" Luke yelled into the mic and we all ran off stage.

6 weeks. That's all that's going to be in my mind. 6 weeks.

I checked my phone, and smiled as I saw my lockscreen. It was her. I clicked on her name in my contacts, and put the phone up to my ear as the phone rang.

"Hello?" The angelic voice answered.

Haha cliff hanger sorta

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