5SOS Imagines

Short Ashton imagine - [Chapter Thirty Four]

So imagine you're home and you're sitting at the dining room table, a piece of notebook paper in one hand, your textbook in the other trying to study for a final that's later in the week. The door slams open, then slams shut and Ashton's heavy footsteps tread toward you.

You look up just in time to see his face red and his fists clenched at his sides. "Why didn't you call me and tell me you were off today?"

You open your mouth, making a face at him. "You're pissed off because I didn't call you? Is this what we're coming to Ashton?"

He slaps his hands on his legs, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, we could've done something. Like maybe go out for lunch or you could've stayed at the studio."

You sigh softly, dropping your head against your shoulder. "I didn't want to come to the studio Ashton. I'm not like you where I feel comfortable around people all the time. Sometimes I need to be alone."

"But I thought-"

"I'm not an extrovert, I'm actually the polar opposite. I need you to understand that I can't just place myself around people all the time," you whine at him, rubbing your temples. "Why did you come storming in anyway? Something at the studio happened today yeah?"

"N-no," he shakes his head, turning to watch you walk past him into the kitchen.

You laugh as you turn off the oven, grabbing the potholders to remove the sheet pan from the rack. "You're a terrible liar."

He sighed, thudding his forehead against the wall. "I'm sorry, I'm just frustrated."

You grinned gently, resting your hand on your hip as you faced him. "Well, I bought two bottles of wine and we can sit and talk after dinner. How's that sound?"

Walking over, he kissed your forehead, hugging you to him. "Really amazing."