Ashton Irwin Imagines - COMPLETED

stresses (requested)

The sound of glass shattering on the floor startled Ashton awake. Looking around the room, he realized he'd fallen asleep on the sofa with you.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around. Your name was on the tip of his tongue, just about to fall when he heard you grumbling from the kitchen, and more glass fall onto the hardwood floor.

"Y/n?" He yelled out and rushed into the kitchen where he found you dumping the broken glass from the dustpan and into the trash. He noticed a bottle of alcohol on the counter that you'd been sipping on and a box of cigarettes near them.

"Ash? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"Wake me? You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were hurt!"

"I just dropped a glass on the floor." You mumbled and made your way back to the counter, where you jumped onto the counter and took the empty glass to fill it with some alcohol.

"No." He grumbled and carefully took both from your hands. He could see it by the look in your eyes; you'd already had some alcohol in your bloodstream and your cheeks were stained with tears. "Y/n, alcohol isn't the solution here."

"I'm just having a drink, Ash,"

"Stop." He whispered softly and took your hand into his own as you tried to reach for the glass again. "You're lying, y/n. I know that you know I can see that you're lying. I know you better than you know yourself, I see it in your eyes. Now tell me the truth."

"I-I am."

"Baby, stop," he whispered again and then squeezed your hand.

He wasn't upset at you, even though he knows you're hiding things from him and being dishonest. But you're closed off lately and pushing you into confiding in him by yelling or getting angry wasn't the way to go. He wanted you to know he cared and he wasn't the type to simply say that he cares, but to show it.

With those beautiful eyes of his and those strong arms that hold you tight when you need him. He never simply says things; he shows it, he proves them.

"Tell me what's wrong." He said and started to rub your back. You stared at the counter, trying to blink your tears away and swallow the lump in your throat. But it wasn't working and every soothing brush of his hand on your back made you melt.

You leaned forward, cheek falling to his chest and a shaky breath fell from your lips.

"I'm just stressed. Things aren't easy right now."

"Because of your dad?" He pushed but held you tight, making you feel safe as he tried to gather all the answers from you. "You still haven't told me what that was about..." He sighed, staring down at you worriedly. "You know you can if you want to. I'm your boyfriend, I'll listen every time."

"I just keep thinking about everything we said to each other the other night. He's upset that I'm not coming home for the holidays, that we'll be spending it with your family instead."

He nodded wordlessly, gazing at you lovingly as he listened to every word you said.

"He hasn't even called me or texted me in days..."

"He probably doesn't know what to say," Ashton said, running his fingers along your arms soothingly.

"Or he just... doesn't love me anymore."

"Hey, shh," he comforted, watching a tear fall down your cheek. "I'm sure that's not the case. Your dad loves you so much."

"But-"

"It was a stupid fight you shared. That's not gonna change the love he has for you."

You sniffled and stared into your boyfriend's soft eyes as he brushed his thumbs under your eyes and wiped your tears away as they fell.

"Do you want to know what I think?"

You nodded quickly and he set his forehead onto yours.

"I think your dad misses you. You're on your own, making big choices now. He's probably not used to it. But he loves you. That I know for sure. I think it would mean a lot if you called him tomorrow. Tell him you love him and you miss him."

"I do," you whispered, crying again.

"I know." He shushed softly. "I know he feels the same. We'll get everything worked out. It's nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over. No more drinking and definitely no more smoking." He said and this time, he was stern as he picked up the pack of cigarettes and threw them into the garbage. "I'll take that out to the road right now if you're gonna reach for them at all tonight."

You giggled and reached out for him to get off the countertop. But before he lifted you off, you took him by surprise by putting your arms around his neck and pulling him close. You pushed your lips against his own and he hummed into the kiss while letting his hands roam along your back and hips.

"I love you." You whispered and pecked his lips repeatedly, just to hear him laugh like he always does to you. "Thank you for always making me feel better."

"Anything for you, my girl. Now let's go to bed and we'll call your dad in the morning."

You nodded as he swept you into his arms and up the stairs to your shared bed, hoping you'd get some rest before your call with your dad, now that you were feeling a little better.