Scars [Ashton Irwin]

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE:

'You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you will join us
And the world will live as one'

"So, do you believe in heaven?" I asked him as we lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"Much as I would love to believe that we all float on clouds after this, it just doesn't sound right. I don't know, I guess it just sounds ridiculous. What is heaven anyway? There are like ten different versions of it from different people." He spoke, and I couldn't help but like how well put together he was. "How about you?"

"Nah. I don't really see it happening. Floating on clouds and singing? I don't think that's how its going to be when we all die."

"So you're not religious?" He asked.

"I used to be, until I realised how ridiculous it all sounded. How about you?" I asked.

"I don't really know. I begin to doubt religion sometimes. I just think that religion is man made."

"And people sort of find comfort in believing that there is a higher power somewhere out there looking out for them." I added.

"Exactly." He shifted on the bed to support his head with his arm while he looked at me, still starring up at the ceiling. "How old are you, McKenzie?" He asked after a while.

"Same age as your sister. Seventeen. And you?"

"Twenty."

"When are you going to tell me about this band of yours?" I asked because the conversation had gone stagnant.

"We're called 5 Seconds Of Summer." He said proudly, and I burst out laughing. "What?"

"Really? 5 Seconds Of Summer? Why would you call yourselves that?" I questioned while still laughing.

"We actually don't know why we're called that." He answered truthfully.

"Aren't you guys going to change it or something?"

"5SOS Fam wouldn't allow it." He shook his head.

"5SOS Fam? What is that?"

"Our fans. They're a ...err ...crazy bunch." He said, running his fingers through his hair.

"How do I not know about you guys and your crazy fans?" I wondered.

"Beats me." He shrugged. "Do you happen to know One Direction?"

"Of course I know One Direction. They're kinda hard to miss since they're literally everywhere."

"We went on tour with them, and we're preparing for our own headline tour."

"No way! And I still don't know about this band?"

"Have you perhaps been living under a rock somewhere?" He joked.

"Clearly I have." I laughed. "Tell me more about this band."

"Well, there's four of us. I play drums, Michael is on lead guitar, Luke is also on guitar, Calum is bass. Calum, Luke and Michael sing, but I sing occasionally."

"Why? Do you suck at singing or something?" I teased.

"I think I'm pretty decent." He muttered.

"I'll be the judge of that." I smirked, getting up and handing him my guitar, Cobain. "You do know how to play, right?"

"Of course I can." He rolled his eyes.

"Don't hurt my baby." I warned, and he rolled his eyes once again. I liked Ashton. A lot actually. "Play something." I urged. I turned to turn off the music coming from the record player.

"Okay, this is a song from our album. Its called Wrapped Around Your Finger." He announced, then began strumming the guitar, and I was amazed.

'Throwing rocks at your window
At midnight
You met me in your backyard
That night
In the moonlight
You looked just like
An angel in disguise
My whole life seemed like a post card ...'

He sang, and I was in a trance. His voice was golden. If I could kiss his voice, I would. It was pure beauty. I thought it was ironic. He was the one throwing rocks at my window at midnight. And then it just got cheesy. But it was beautiful, really.

"That was amazing!" I cheered,without making too much noise. Mom and Kellin were used to hearing sounds coming from my room in the middle of the night,but it was always just music.

He stood to take a bow and put my guitar down. Something came over me in that moment, and I launched myself into his arms and hugged him. He was shocked at first, but ended up hugging back. When we pulled back from the hug, things got weird and the world froze. That's when he started leaning in, and it took me a while to figure out what was going on. He was going to kiss me. I pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I-i uhm ...I'm sorry." He stuttered, scratching the back of his neck.

"Were you trying to kiss me?"

"I don't know what came over me." He mumbled. We sat in awkward silence for a minute or two, until he spoke again. "I guess you want me to go now?" He asked, and I was about to nod, but my heart screamed at me not to.

In life, we had decisions to make. Every decision affected us and the people around us. Whether we chose to go left or right, was a decision that affected us. Whether we chose to say hello or goodbye, was also a decision that affected us. And right now I had to decide if I was going to send him away, or listen to my heart and ask him to stay. I just hoped that I made the right decision.

"No. Stay." I said quietly.

"You want me to stay?" He asked, clearly not believing this.

"Please?"

"Okay." He whispered, his lips curling up into a small smile.

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