I can't remember - c.h (slow updates) #wattys2017

Chloe

Ashton sighs as he rips out the pages of his notebook. He runs his hands through his hair frustratedly. He can't think of lyrics for his song that's due next week. Michael has his whole song, Calum and Luke have most of there's and what does Ashton have? Nothing.

He didn't want to use good girls as it refers to parents and it's about Chloe, and well you know Chloe's situation.

"What's wrong baby?" Chloe asks, wrapping her arms around Ashton's shoulders and kissing his cheek from behind. Ashton smiles, his bad mood now gone.

"I can't think of any lyrics or a beat" Ashton sighs "Writers block sucks"

"Tell me about it. I've got narrative writing for English and can't think of anything" Chloe sighs.

"What's the question?" Ashton asks.

"Write a story based in the twentieth century, it must either be gore, horror or a thriller and have two stable main characters" Chloe reads. 

"Well shit" The curly haired boy chuckles "Looks like we're both stuck"

"Mhm" Chloe mumbles.

Ashton sighs and turns back to his paper when an idea comes to mind.

Write down all the things you love about Chloe!

•Her eyes
•Her smile
•Her laugh
•The way her nose scrunches when she smiles
•The way she holds her stomach when she laughs too much
•Her body
•Her personality
•Her intelligence
•Her modesty
•Her music taste
•Just her.

Ashton sits back and smiles. Now just to work that into a song. Shit.

Okay maybe I won't use them he thinks. But what else can I do?

"Hey clo?" Ashton asks and Chloe mumbles a 'mhm' writing down her idea furiously as if the idea will slip from her mind "You still wanna be an actress right?"

"Yeah why?" Chloe asks.

"No reason" Ashton shrugs. He smiles as he writes down an idea but then scrunches his nose and crosses it out.

"Relax" Chloe says, rubbing Ashton's shoulders "You won't get any work done whilst stressed"

"The things you do to me" Ashton mutters but then gasps. It's like someone had flipped a switch in his brain and he wrote down a title.

Voodoo doll 

"Huh?" Chloe asks, utterly confused.

"You'll see" Ashton nods. Chloe playfully rolls her eyes and sits back on her bed and picking up her pen and pad and writing again.

"I don't understand what's happened I keep saying things I never say"

"I can feel you watching even when you're no where to be seen. And I can feel you touching even when you're far away from me"

"So tell me where you hide your voodoo doll cause I can't control myself"

Ashton pumps the air in victory and stands up, picking Chloe up off the bed and spinning her around.

"What, what, what" Chloe laughs.

"You, my angel, just made me a song"

"Me?" Chloe asks and Ashton nods.

"We're back!" Dakota yells and Chloe laughs "And we bought sushi!"

Chloe gasps and quickly pulls on her uggs and a cardigan and runs downstairs and into the kitchen. Dakota passes her her container and Chloe sits next to ash at the table.

"How can you eat that?" Ashton asks  ((okay I really hate sushi but everyone seems to love it so okay))

Chloe picks up a piece on her chopstick and puts it in Ashton's face "try a bit of the raw, dead fishy ash"

Ashton fake gags making Chloe laugh and eat all the sushi, well waste not want not.

"How's your song coming?" Calum asks.

"Almost done" Ashton smirks.

"Dude this morning you had nothing, how are you almost done?" Calum asks.

"The power of the French" Ashton says.

Calum furrowed his eyebrows but Chloe and Dakota knew exactly what he meant.

Chloe's mum was French, showing why she has the accent on her name.

"What, are you on drugs? Are you drunk? High?" Calum asks.

"No, let's just say a little birdie gave me some inspiration" Ashton shrugs.