Tears were streaming down my face as I pounded on Ashton and Michaels door, praying they’d be there. This was my fault. Luke was gonna loose his mind and I was the one to blame, all because I wanted to go to that stupid party. Maybe Erin was right.
The door swung open and there stood a groggy Michael, clad in only tracksuit bottoms. He rubbed his eyes, before noticing my hysterical state.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? He cooed, pulling me into a hug. I shook my head, sobs heaving through by body as he cuddled me into his chest.
“Here, come here, let me get ash,’ he smiled sympathetically, pulling me into the room.
“Oi shithead, wake up,” Michael shouted towards a lump under the duvet, presumably my boyfriend, throwing a flip-flop from the floor at him. He groaned, rubbing his eye as he sat up. When his eyes met mine, his face instantly fell as I shuffled towards him.
“Hey, what’s wrong princess?” Ashton murmured, his voice still husky from sleep as his arms reached out for me. I sat on his bed, snuggling my face into his bare chest as I continued to cry, unable to get any words out. I could feel him sigh as he laid back down, pulling me with him and onto his chest, rubbing my back soothingly as he tucked us under the covers.
“Let me know when you want to talk about it baby,” he mumbled, his lips against my hair, one hand rubbing my back and the other tracing small circles on my skin under my shirt. I nodded, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern as sobs shook through my frame.
“Erin’s gone,” I choked out, lifting my tear stained face from Ashton’s chest to look at him. Tugging my sleeves down over my hands, I sighed heavily, leaning against the wall. Ashton rested his calloused hand on my thigh, stroking it with his thumb through the fluffy material of my tracksuit pants.
“What did she say that go you so worked up baby?” he whispered.
I tucked my messy hair behind my ear, chewing on my bottom lip as my mind raced. “She said she was leaving, and that we were all assholes, me especially. She told me it was my fault that Luke’s heartbroken, because I wanted go to the party.” I slumped down and buried my face into the pillow that smelt familiarly of head and shoulders shampoo and something else, something unique to Ashton. “Maybe she’s right.”
I felt the bed move as Ashton changed his position, before feeling his strong arms wrap around me and bring my back to his chest. He kissed my shoulder, sighing, his warm breath tickling my neck as he did so.
“It’s a good thing Erin’s gone.” He mumbled. “She was always causing drama and ruined Luke. Now she’s gone, he’ll be able to move on; find someone knew, someone who cares for him in a way she never did. None of this is your fault.”
I could feel his heartbeat against my back; I could feel the way his chest rose and fell as he inhaled and exhaled; he was so close to me, and I didn’t want that to change. I felt something when I was with this boy, something I never thought I was capable of feeling. I finally felt loved.
I shuffled my body around so I could face Ashton, still wrapped in his arms. His hair was falling in his face, and as I pushed it back he smiled, dimples the size of the craters on the moon appearing on his cheeks.
“I love you Ash,” I mumbled, burying my face into the crook of his neck. I felt his grip tighten on my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. “I love you too, Meg, more than you’ll ever know.”
