Irwin | A.I.

Chapter 6

Dylan's POV
I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room. I freaked out. I jumped up and took a quick look at the room. I yelled for help and hide in the bathroom.
"Dylan? Dylan, where are you?" Ash's voice echoed the room. I stood up and walked slowly out of the bathroom. I was in a shirt that was a bit larger, and some basketball shorts.
"Are you okay? I heard a yell." His voice had a worried tone peeking through.
"N-no, I'm fine. I just didn't know where I was." I hugged him. I don't know why, but I felt hug-ie.
"You were really tired, and asked if you can crash here. I leant you some of my clothes and left you to it." He rubbed my back.
"Why so hug-ie?" He chuckled.
"I just feel safe in your arms." I whispered, hoping he didn't hear me. He squeezed me, I knew he heard.
"I'm glad." I let go and held onto his hand, rubbing the back of his hand. We walked down stairs into the kitchen. Calum and Michael were checking me out, and Michael dog whistled.
"Back off boys." Ashton growled. I laughed and smiled hugely. Maybe.. Maybe I'm not that bad looking if I can get three boys to fall for me. That sounded like I was really full of myself.
"Wheres Luke's? Does he live here too?" I sat down at the breakfast bar.
"Nope, moved out when we got back from tour. He took his stuff and zoomed out to be with Joe." Calum said, in a plain voice. There was no emotion.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's not fair that you get to date Ashton." He pouted and pulled out his puppy-dog lip. I laughed, until I had to slap my hand over my mouth to stop acting like a freak. Michael set a plate of food before me, and winked. I took a bite and it tasted delicious.
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I got a phone call. Dad again. I picked it up.
"Hi da-"
"Where were you last night? I tried calling and you never answered!" He yelled through the speaker.
"Sorry dad, I-I wasn't near my phone."
"Sorry, but that's not a good excuse. Where were you?"
"Dad I was on a date!" I yelled back.
"With who? Where are you right now? I've been worried sick!"
"With Ash-Ash-Ashton! And I'm at a friends house!"
"You better be home by... By Monday!" He hung up. I groaned and ran my hand through my bangs, getting out the tangles. I thought of how much of a mess I look like.
"I'm sorry... For taking you home, Dyl...." Ashton looked at me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding onto both of my hands.
"It's okay Ash... It's my fault for asking you to take me here.." I smiled. I nestled into his chest. I heard the clicks of a camera. I looked up.

It's only Calum taking pictures and making kissie faces. Ashton started making faces too. I laughed and joined in. We made faces as if we were disgusted by each other, kissie faces, and funny-weird looking faces. Calum put down the phone and ran in between us. He took pictures and we did the same pictures, but the last one Ashton and I both kissed his cheeks. Calum posted it on Instagram. It was captioned;

Playing with Ash and his girl, Dyl.

I smiled and picked up my phone. I smiled and scrolled through my feed. I was tagged in pictures. I looked at them and saw pictures of Ashton and I. Some of us dancing, laughing, and eating. But their was this one picture.. I was face on, I had sauce and a piece of pasta in my face, and I was laughing. I looked like an absolute pig. I slapped my hand over my mouth in Aw.
"What's wrong?" Calum asked. I held out my phone and he took it. He opened up the comments and Ashton peered over his shoulder.
"Don't... Do not... Look at... Comments.." Ashton couldn't even say a sentence.
"I never seen any thing this mean about us or her.." Ashton slapped Calum's shoulder. Before I knew it, thoughts were clouding my mind.. Not nice thoughts.. The mean, twisted kind that makes you feel like a piece of sh*t.
"None of it is true... Trust me." Ashton looked me in the eyes.
"Your perfect to me. Don't forget that." He grabbed my hands and rubbed them.
"I.... I won't.." I lied. I added a fake smile, to reassure him.
"You should probably get ready, I'm taking you out today," he smiled.
"Ash... That's not necessary.. I mean.. I don't have any clothes..." I really didn't want the paparazzi to make me feel worse.
"That's alright.. I have some girl clothes," he cheekily smiled. I must've had this weird look on my face because he said this right after.
"It's my ex's, she was being such a b*tch that she wouldn't even get her stuff." He grabbed my hand and lead me upstairs. He went into the hall, sat down, and took out a box. When he opened it, I saw a picture of them. She was so beautiful with her curvy body and her waist long hair. She had beautiful legs and a thigh gap. I looked down at my legs, they were huge. About a foot wide. I ran my hands through my hair, it only reached over my boobs.
"She was such a b*tch. I hated her, they only made me date her for publicity."
"Am.. I for publicity?" My thoughts slipped out of my mouth. Ashton dropped his mouth.
"No way. You are here because I wanted you to be here." He gave me a slight smile.
"Watch, she means nothing to me." He took out the picture and tore it to pieces. Then he threw it up in the air like confetti. I laughed. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down into his arms. He ticked me and I laughed like a maniac. Ash laughed too. Finally I put my head on his chest.
"I want to kiss you so badly," he whispered.
"Me too, Irwin." I whispered back. He wrapped his huge hands on my curvy waist. I shivered and he smirked. He whispered in my ear and ran his hands down my back.
"Ashton I swear," I shivered. He stopped and moved the box towards me. He pulled out an old, sleeveless, marvel shirt, stone washed shorts, and converse.
"Is this okay?" He handed them to me. They looked a bit smaller, but I could work it. I looked at the shoes. They were 6's. I'm an 8 1/2.
"They look fine, but the shoes won't fit." I handed him back the shoes. He put them in the box.
"Why won't you get rid of the box?" Another thought slipped.
"I thought a beautiful girl like you would come, and probably need some." I blushed wildly.
"It's true, Dylan. Don't fight it," He smirked.
I walked into the bedroom and started to get changed.
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I walked out of the room feeling sexy. The shirt hugged me, showing off my curves. The shorts really showed off my legs. I put on my flats that I put in my bag, and they looked fine. I walked down stairs and Michael whistled. Ashton bit his lip and Calum scanned me.
"Man I want to hug you as tight as that shirt it." Michael winked.
"In your dreams." I laughed. Ashton's lip was turning white in how hard he was biting it.
"You like that, Ash?" He nodded like a fool. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and posed like a model.
"You two should better go, just for Ashton's sake. Can't have any lips exploding." Calum laughed. I held onto Ashton's hand and we walked out. He stopped for a second and pulled something out of his pockets. He handed me a pair of sunglasses, and put a pair on him. I put the pair on and smiled at Ash. He smiled at me. The paparazzi took pictures and got in front of us, screaming questions.
"Ashton! Ashton! What are you doing today?"
"Dylan! Hey Dylan! How much money did you bribe him for?"
"Hey Ashton! Why are you spending your time on a skank like her? Like just look at that shirt!" I stopped walking. Ashton looked at me.
"It's okay.. Your perfect, they want money." I shivered. Skank echoed in my ear. I started walking again, holding his hand tighter. He whispered in my ear, "Your so perfect. Don't let them get to you." But nothing's perfect.
We got to the car, finally.
"Now time for some fun."