The Little Black Book of Imagines

Ashton Irwin Imagine 35

I watch from the pit as Zayn perfectly belts out a song I've never heard of. It has to be an original, something he's obviously worked hard on. The lyrics are solid the melody is catchy and its not long before everyone in the pit is mouthing the words.

He looks focused. His eyes haven't left Lauren since the first verse. He's singing directly to her. The band is staying in perfect tune with him.

Ashton is banging away at the drums. He's the real reason I came tonight. Watching him play is therapeutic for me. He plays with such fervor on stage that it revives me after a virulent week of asshole students. Everything went wrong this week and only he could settle me. I just wish that he could see that.

He's been friendzoning me since high school. It's been four years since and he still ignores me. I know that some guys need it spelled out for them and if that's not what I've done over the years...

My thoughts trail off as the song ends and Zayn makes a bee line for Lauren. I watch as he grabs her hand and they leave without a word to each other. I know exactly what's about to go down.

Maybe that's what I should do.

I've always flirted with Ashton. I've practically, layed myself at his feet naked, maybe I should literally lay myself at his feet naked.

A billion different reasons on why that shouldn't happen run through my mind. What if he's just not interested? Maybe being naked is a bit too far? Maybe a kiss for a start?

I grimace at how frightened of rejection I am. All he can say is yes or no. It's not like he's going to kick your ass. I take a deep breath and wait for him to leave the stage and head to the bar. He doesn't sit, instead he says a few things to Michael and begins out of the door.

"Oh, No. " I whisper. I should do it now, I should do it now before I lose my nerve. I push my way through the crowd and squeeze my way past the people dancing to a techno beat. He makes it out the door and seconds later I'm going out too. I pause searching for him, he's headed to his truck and if I don't say something now I never will.

"Hey, Ashton." I call after him taking wider strides to catch up with him. He turns wiping his curls from his forehead his mouth slightly open. His eyes on me expectant.

Here goes nothing. I take a deep breath and stretching to my tip toes I connect our lips. It's weird and I stumble into him. He steadys us and leans down into the kiss. One hand finds my waist while the other grabs me at the nape of my neck his fingers in my hair. His lips are soft and he breathes into the kiss his breathing picking up.

I rest my hands on his forearms. I can taste the vodka he had to of had earlier. He's strong and centered keeping us from falling over into the dirt.

He pulls away slightly, whispering, "What are we doing?" He leans his forehead against mine closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The atmosphere is thick and charged, electric almost.

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time." I whisper back and kiss him again. He responds again, kissing me back and caressing just under my ear with his thumb. It's such a small, tender, natural gesture that to some girls would be irrelevant but for me sends my hormones into a frenzy.

My nipples peak and my back arches to push my breast into his chest. He pulls me tighter with his hand at the small of my back. He nips at my lip and again his tongue is tangled with mine.

"What now?" He asks me against my lips.

"Ummm...." I grab him by his wrist and pull him to his truck. "We fuck." I gesture to the tight backseat.

"Are you sure?" He asks me ducking to see the look on my face.

I look into his eyes and sigh.

"No."

He looks into my eyes again and nods.

"There's the Brittany I know." He chuckles softly and drops his arms from my shoulder. "How about a date?"

I look at him kind of surprised and kind of fulfilled and accomplished. All of these years and all I needed to do was kiss him?

"You dick!" I blurt.

"What?" He looks confused.

"I've liked you since high school and all I had to do was not flirt, not be discreet, be tactless and kiss you to have you?"

"I'm no good at riddles, puzzles or clues. You have to tell me." He apologizes.

"Fine, a real date, tomorrow." I begin to walk away but he yanks me back.

"I'll call you." And he kisses my lips softly and quickly making my stomach take off into a sprint.

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~Cassie♡