I Remember Us ~ ashton irwin

~c~

23rd January, 2014

I turned the volume of the television up so it could drown out the loud banging on the door. Ashton was outside the apartment begging to be let in but I didn’t even give a shit. We had gotten into another fight and honestly I couldn’t even remember what this one was about. What I did remember was that I was pissed and he walked out in the middle of me trying to tell him how wrong he was. So... I hid his headphones and a few hours later when he came back and we made up he was looking for his headphones and I told him I hid them.

That made him flip and we started arguing again and in all his rage; when he found where I hid the headphones, he pulled them too hard and the cord ended up breaking. Then he had the nerve to blame me for it. That only fuelled my anger even more and I brought up the time he purposely broke this really shitty cat thing Michael had gotten me. I mean; I hated the thing but I wasn’t losing an argument. He got pissed and yelled louder, I got pissed and yelled louder then I told him to ‘drop dead’ and he stormed out for the second time that day. Now, he was banging on the door because his key wasn’t working. All I did was put a chair against the door to keep him out.

“Adria!” He screamed and I turned the volume up a bit more because I was not having any of his shit. “Why’d you change the locks?!”

“I didn’t change the locks you idiot!”

“Who the fuck are you calling an idiot?!” He screamed and I muted the TV. It was on now. I could feel my blood beginning to boil and it was not in the good way.

“The same idiot on the other side of the door!” I yelled getting up and walking to stand in front of the door. I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned at the door, I really wanted to let him in but I also wanted to continue yelling at him. That was our problem; as much as we loved each other, we also loved hating each other.

“ADRIA HUNTER!!” He screamed and I covered my mouthy to stifle a giggle as I remembered the mix-up we had with my name. “Open this door!”

“I’m not talking to you!”

“Open. The. Door!” Ashton said banging his fist against the door with each word that he said. I wasn’t even surprised that the neighbours hadn’t called the police yet. Everyone in our building was used to our fights; they happened that often.

“Fuck. You!” I said hitting my fist against the door with each word. I could picture him on the other side of the door running his fingers through his messy hair. He was probably slapping his cheeks and taking deep breaths to calm himself down. It was seriously the sexiest thing he’s ever done in the duration of his existence.

“Well, I can’t do that if you don’t OPEN THE DOOR! COME ON!” He yelled banging on the door a few more times. I rolled my eyes and moved the chair.

“Try your keys, asshole. It’s not like I changed the locks.” I smirked because I knew he’d tried using his keys before and the fact that it would work this time would drive him insane but I didn’t care. My life purpose was to drive him insane. I heard keys jingling on the other side of the door and my heart started racing as I mentally prepared for the Ashton Irwin I was gonna have to face.

The door swung open and he just stood there giving me a death glare. If he was trying to intimidate me he was failing miserably because intimidation was the last thing I was feeling. My eyes quickly scanned his body and my breath hitched. He was in those running shorts of his that stopped tight above his knee and that stupid black sweater he stole from Luke. The thing was; Luke’s shoulders were broader than Ashton’s so the sweater hung off his shoulders in a way that made him extremely sexy.

He was panting and I could tell he had probably been running… either that or he was really angry with me. It could’ve been both because he always went running whenever we argued and when he came back we would always make up because he was looking hot and sweaty. A hot and sweaty Ash almost always led to sex and he knew that, it was the only reason he ran in the first place. He huffed and ran his hand across his head, wiping the beads of perspiration that were causing the hair to stick to his forehead.

We were just standing there, staring at each other. None of us said a word and I was merely counting down the seconds until he gave up and kissed me but that was not happening.

“You broke my headphones.” He said quietly and my jaw dropped. I stared at him and watched his chest rise and fall as he tried and failed to control his breathing. Those were the last words I’d expected to come out of his mouth and I was literally speechless but I wasn’t prepared to lose an argument.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” I asked when my mouth finally started cooperating with my brain. “I wasn’t the asshole that rammed at the damn headphones! WHO THE HELL DOES THAT?!”

“Why’d you hide them in the first place?!” He yelled and just like that we were screaming at each other again.

“Because you were being a dick.” I said smirking at him. I took a few steps back and crossed my hands over my chest.

“I was being a dick?! ME? I wasn’t being dick! You were the one being an obnoxious bitch!”

“Who the fuck are you calling an obnoxious bitch?” I said as calmly as I could.

“The same bitch that’s standing in front of me now.”

“Sometimes I wonder why I even try.” I said shaking my head and walking away from him. I was just about done with him and his shit. I was too tired to continue this fight; especially after I was expecting to be slammed into a wall after I opened the door.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” He yelled walking behind me.

“Away from you!”

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you!” Ashton yelled and I froze. I spun around and stormed up to him.

“What did you say?” I said in a warning tone. If he was smart enough he would change his mind before he ended up sleeping in the hall.

“I said don’t you fucking dare walk away from me when I’m talking to you.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?!” I yelled as I poked his chest. “You don’t get to tell me what the hell I can and cannot do!” I was getting angrier with each word I spoke… well, yelled. “I have had it just about here with you and your shit Ashton! I’m just so d-”

Ashton cupped my face and crashed his lips to mine. I sighed in contentment and grabbed the front of his sweater to keep myself from falling. I was finally getting the reaction that I wanted from him but even though I had a tight grip on his sweater, I was having a hard time staying on my feet. As if he sensed my dilemma; he walked forward, leading me to the wall. I gasped as my back hit the wall and he slipped his tongue into his mouth and my head went crazy when his tongue explored my mouth.

“You didn’t think I was gonna give you what you wanted the minute you opened that door, did you?” He whispered with his lips mere centimetres from mine. He leaned in and started sucking on my neck. “No sweetie.” He mumbled against my neck. “You don’t always get your way.”

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i wrote this soley to make ash sort of daddy-like for kimberly

i may have missed the mark but I haven't had a decent sleep in days and well... I forgot what i was gonna say