"Y/N!"
Your head whipped around at the sound of his voice. Ashton was looking at you expectantly, waving towards his drum kit that was set up in front of the huge letters.
You had put those big red letters up with the rest of the team this morning and now it was only minutes until the first day of shooting for the '5 Seconds of Summer - A 10 Year Celebration' would start.
You rushed towards him and knelt down to fix the hi hats that apparently weren't in the right place. Or at least not a place that he liked.
"Please hurry up, we only have minutes left.", he said.
You hummed and rolled your eyes, continuing to shove the hi hat stands around until he was satisfied.
For some reason he didn't like you. He was so nice and incredibly charming to everyone - but you. The past few days when the band had been rehearsing and the team was still planning final set ups and directions, he had ignored you completely.
He had looked at you once when you were introduced to each other and since then pointedly looked away, bumping into your shoulder and even stepping on your foot once.
And today he had started letting out this arrogant attitude towards you with words.
"Can you get out of the way? I kinda need to sit here.", wow, such friendly words.
You rolled your eyes once again, then stood up and turned to walk away. But while you got back up from kneeling on the floor, you caught his eyes, seeing him stare at you with scrunched up eyebrows and the hazel eyes drawn into slits. Oops, he had caught your eye rolling.
But you didn't care about it and it would take more than one band member's dislike towards you to get you fired. So you just walked away from him, hands clenched into fists.
You shouldn't look at him. You shouldn't. He hated you, you shouldn't - you turned around and your gaze automatically fixed itself on the drummer with the curly honeyblonde hair.
Why did he have to be so beautiftul? And so charming and so damn cute with that dimpled smile?
You sighed. Not in the 'oh my god, I'm so in love' way, but in the 'he will never like me back anyway' way. He was the successful, beautiful, popular celebrity and you just the broke fresh out of college girl trying to make it through her first 'real' job.
"Cut!"
Finally. The end of your work day.
As much as you loved being able to work with your favorite band and being part of their production, the day had been exhausting.
"Bye, Y/N!", Mira, a girl you had worked with a lot today, shouted and you waved to her, smiling widely.
Seconds later your smile faded. A tall tattooed boy had stepped into your vision.
Immediately, you turned around, continuing to pack your stuff into your bag. There weren't many people left in the studio by now and you absolutely didn't feel like dealing with a confrontation from your crush now. Hey, it was the end of the day, your shift was over.
So you wouldn't deal with whatever he wanted now.
"Y/N -"
"Sorry, my shift is over for today. You'll have to ask me tomorrow.", you interrupted him before he could say more than your name.
"I -", you didn't let him finish once again and walked around him towards the exit.
You had almost reached it when a hand wrapped itself around your wrist, pulling you back.
"Y/N", he said firmly, turning you around to face him, "I have to talk to you."
You sighed, eyes trailing up to meet his. One eyebrow rose as you waited for him to speak again.
His jaw tightened, lips drawing into thin lines and he breathed out. Why was he acting like that?
"I'm sorry, okay?"
Uh, what?
You stared at him, the raised eyebrow sinking in confusion. Why would he - did he really jist say that?
He did. And he repeated it: "I'm sorry, Y/N. I know I wasn't too nice to you and I really have no reason to do that."
Oh, really? Your unimpressed expression made him sigh again.
"I just -", another long breath, "You're so sweet and so nice and then you're so clumsy when you stumble over chords and trip over your steps and you're cute cuz you pull that concentrated expression when you do something and you're just so pretty and you smile so brightly - but you... You like Calum. And I - yeah, you like Calum and I don't like that at all because I like you, you know?"
No. You didn't know. In fact you had no idea was he was talking about, what he was trying to say.
"I like Calum?", was the first thing that you uttered.
He nodded heavily. "It's so obvious that you have a crush on him. You stare at him like he carries the freaking moon around."
"A... crush?", you stared at him, lost for words at what was going on. First of all, you didn't have a crush on Calum, you were simply obsessed with his bass skills and as a bass player yourself really fascinated by his bass and the way he played it. Second, what the hell did that have ti do with anyhing?
You told him as much.
Ashton's look of frustration turned to one of surprise.
"You don't ...?"
"No?", you said, "And why would that even matter."
"Because I like you!"
You jumped from the sudden outburst.
"Sorry", he immediately said, "I just - like I just told you that but I guess you didn't notice. Well, yeah, so... I like you. I don't hate you. And I'd really wanna go on a date with you."
He bit his lip then, just looking at you.
The wheels in your head where turning and it wouldn't have surprised you if he had been able to see that.
"You like me?", you finally said, "And that's why you act like you hate me?"
He nodded, the hazel eyes wavering unsurely.
"That's such a stupid plan."
He opened his mouth to defend himself but you didn't let him: "And was that your way of asking me out? That wasn't even a question, you know that, right?"
A grin had started spreading across your face, while you were talking and the same started to appear on Ashton's face now. It got clear to him that you wouldn't reject him.
"And this was your way of saying yes?", he responded.
"Yes."
Yay, my first imagine is done! I know it's very chliché but I like stuff like that🙈😂 hope you like it, too :)
