The Space Between a Rock and a Hard Place- 5SOS

Chapter Twenty-Five

8 Letters- Why Don't We

Aviana Ross:

I wake up in my bed, head throbbing, to a phone call. It's Ash.

"Hey, Av! Do you wanna do something today?"

I groan, sitting up to talk, "Hey... uh I'm actually really hungover right now,"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you just wake up?"

"Uh, yeah. You can still come over a bit later though, hopefully, I'll be fine by then," I respond, a small smile forming at his apology.

"I'll see you soon then, sunshine"

"Bye, Ash,"

Ugh, this sucks. What happened last night? I can't even remember getting home, but I know we took a lot of shots, and we definitely danced plenty. I'm sure Calum is fine, as I do remember him being more hesitant.

I get up to get some medicine to help with the headache and start some coffee. Now to clean me up. I was still in last night's makeup, and I needed a shower.

The water was burning but distracted me from other pains. I stood there briefly, drenching last night's curls until my hair returned straight, and then rinsed my face to a blank slate. I didn't bother shaving, just took care of my hair and body, and stepped out.

I'm not wearing anything too nice, just some leggings and Ash's well-worn yellow sweatshirt. My hair is wrapped up in my towel while I do some light makeup for today, and then I let it down to finish air-drying.

By the time I'm back out in the kitchen, coffee is ready and cooled to a perfect temperature. After last night, although I enjoyed what I remember, sitting here in the peace feels really nice.

It's past noon now, I slept in pretty late, and I wasn't planning to do much with Ashton today, just spend some time together. He was probably going to arrive shortly, so I grabbed a banana to eat a quick snack. It was pretty late for breakfast but didn't feel quite right to eat lunch either.

I find myself zoned out scrolling through other people's lives on my phone when I hear a knock at the door. I always leave my door locked, so I put down my pastime and get up to let Ash in.

My face automatically turns red when I am greeted by him and a large bouquet of roses.

"Hello, my sunshine," he says excitedly.

"Hi Ash," I respond with an embarrassed smile on my face. I was never really one to be good at accepting gifts, but I was still appreciative.

"Thanks for the flowers,"

"Anything for you, Av," he says as he places a quick kiss on my forehead after stepping into my apartment.

"I'm sorry, I'm still pretty tired from last night, and coffee didn't seem to help much, but my headache is better-"

"Av, it's all good, do you want to just watch some Friends and relax?"

I close my mouth from my last statement and give him a grateful look, "yeah, that sounds nice,"

We head over and settle down on my couch, and he gives me a funny look in reference to my outfit. I simply nod in return, proud of my continuous possession of his stolen sweatshirt.

I fiddle with the remote, turning on the show while Ashton drapes a blanket over us both. With my lower half engulfed in the fabric, I slide my shoulders under Ash's arms, forcing him to cuddle me.

He goes in for another forehead kiss, as I finish adjusting and shift my focus to the show.

Even though I've seen these same episodes a million times, I'm still intently focused on the storyline I know so well. There's no amount of sleep deprivation that could make me pass out here instead of keeping my eyes on the screen.

"I love this show so much,"

"I know, Av, it's pretty good, isn't it?"

"I've only seen it all the way through like, probably seven times, I don't know, it's a lot though," I answer with a light laugh. It's true though, I was addicted to this show.

"I think I would be Chandler... which would make you Monica then,"

"I am not a Monica!" I shoot back.

"You're protesting like Monica would right now!" Ashton fights me, laughing.

"I'm definitely a Phoebe,"

"Not even close," he attacks me with affection after our moment, planting kisses around my face, and tickling me.

I'm pleading for help no one will hear at this point yelling, "Ash, stop! Stop- please!" between giggles and screams.

In an attempt to escape, I roll onto the floor and out of his arms, taking the blanket with me.

"Take that, Ash," I tease, holding eye contact with a smirk on my face.

"God, I love you, Aviana,"

The smirk shifts to shock as I pull back in surprise. I realize I don't really know what to say in return, I'm not ready, it doesn't even feel like it's been that long... even if you count our past relationship long ago.

Panicking, I gave him a warm understanding smile, and just hoped he could understand me.

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"If all it is is eight letters, Why is it so hard to say?"

HEY AV WHAT'S GOIN ON HONEYYYYY, things are getting pretty spicy around these boys... well until you just glitched here bestie... thank you for reading, don't be afraid to leave comments I love to see them, and share this fanfic with friends of course! I'm on twitter @coucoucalpal :)