and then there were two//celebrity one shots

remembering sunday//ashton irwin

Remembering Sunday by All Time Low            

            He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes

            Started making his way past two in the morning

            He hasn’t been sober for days

            Ashton slowly woke up, rubbing his head from the massive hangover he had. He looked over at the nightstand where his alarm clock was, seeing it was two am. He winced in pain from the extreme hangover he had from nights upon nights of getting intoxicated. He slowly got up out of bed, almost falling over from the lightheaded feeling he had. He slipped on his black converse and a sweatshirt, running a hand through his already messy hair. He grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

            Leaning now into the breeze, remembering Sunday

            He falls to his knees

            They had breakfast together but two eggs don’t last

            Like the feeling of what he needs

            Once he crossed the threshold, he was immediately taken aback with flashbacks and memories of that Sunday, where everything fell apart. The breeze was warm but Ashton was chilled to the bone as he fell to his knees, remembering their last breakfast together but he knew that fond memory wasn’t enough to carry him through.

            Now this place seems familiar to him

            She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin

            She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs

            Left him dying to get in

            Ashton looked up and suddenly he wasn’t on his front step. He was somewhere familiar but his drunken mind wouldn’t let him remember. It all came rushing back when he saw her. Following her was himself but about a year before. She was pulling on his hand with the signature smirk of hers and pulled him up to the bedroom.

            “(Y/N) Wait!”

            But all he got was a door shut in his face and the memory of that day fresh in his mind

            Forgive me I’m trying to find

            My calling, I’m calling at night

            I don’t mean to be a bother but have you seen this girl?

            Ashton snapped out of the memory and finally got up, remembering why he left the house in the first place. He started walking down the street to the liquor store to get more whiskey. The more you drink, the more you forget, Ashton thought. As he walked down the familiar street, he remembered how many times he and (Y/N) had walked down that same street, holding hands and laughing at nothing.

            She’s been running through my dreams

            And it’s driving me crazy it seems

            I’m gonna ask her to marry me

            Those memories were his best dream and he worst nightmare all at the same time. The entire situation has driven him crazy. The alcohol and one night stands don’t make forgetting any easier. He knew he would never be able to forget her, ever. She was the one.