Little Hate (M. Clifford Smut FF)

Chapter 13

"Hey Y/n." I hear a soft voice ringing in my ears. I lift my body up and see Ashton sitting on an armchair with two mugs in his hands.
"Made you coffee." He smiles handing it to me. "Oh.. thanks." I smile confused running my hand to my head and slowly caressing it.

I had the craziest dream last night: Michael came here and he got in a fight with Ashton and then he ...he kissed me. Yeah ..that was definitely a dream.
"Thanks." I say carefully sipping from it.
"Oh I thank you. You were amazing last night. " he smirks and I go full confused.
"Did we- uhm did we had sex?" I see hin laughing. "Ahh you should've seen your face. Hahah totally got you." He stands up heading to the door.

"Hey Ashton?" "Yeah?" He asks turning around. "There wasn't a chance for Michael to come by, was it?"
"Michael as in your brother Michael? " he asks and I nod. "Nah, he doesn't know where I live, unless he followed you but don't worry. No one knows your here. You should probably let your parents know you're fine though." He suggests and I nod.

I still try to remember what happened last night. As I get out of the bed I realize I'm wearing his shirt and I follow him confused in his kitchen.
"Hey ..what happened last night? " I ask him and he smiles.
"We got a little drunk and after you told me how messed up you were you totally puked all over your clothes. " he says pointing to the shirt I'm wearing.
Fuck. What if I said something stupid to him last night.

"Hey ..I didn't happen to say something about my brother, did I?" I ask hoping I haven't said a word.
"That's pretty much all you talked about." He smiles pouring me another cup of coffee as I already finished the other one.
This is just unbelievably stupid. How could I spend time with Ashton drunk amd talking about Michael ...?

"So what did I say?" I ask biting my cheeks from the inside. He sighs "you told me pretty much everything Y/N." My eyes can't get wider in this moment. "Or should I call you ..princess?" He laughs. Fuck. This is- no! I couldn't- shit.

"Hahah not funny." I squezee my eyes to him and he lifts his hands in defense. "Ok. Fine ..I'll stop. I just don't get the point, you know? It's not like you guys are related in any way... " he starts and actually this makes it a little easier for me.
"Yeah.. thanks. Tell that to my dad and his mom. You know what? Never mind. He told me he hates me so there's no point. " I gulp from the coffee mug.

He smiles at me leaning with both hands on the table. "I'm sure he didn't mean it. After all ..you're his sister." He winks.
"I cannot believe this. Stop it.." I laugh at his teasing way to mess around with me. I'm sort of glad someone knows about me and Michael though I'm not so sure I'm glad Ashton's that person.

"I should probably head home now." I say thinking about everything I've done in the last 24 hours.
"Or... you could stay and have a nice and hot shower with me." Ashton unbuttoned his morning shirt.
"Mmm ..as tempting as that sounds I shou-" "Did you forget how I made you feel?" He comes towards me and places his arms around my waist.

"Don't push it, curly." My instincts want to drag him into the bathroom as he looks so perfect in that white half unbuttoned shirt and in those blueish jeans with his blonde curls clinging on one another and that cheeky grin ... I'd totally do him right now ... totally if I wasn't so in love with Michael ..who apparently hates me.

"Alright... I tried my luck. Suit yourself. But you need a shower. You stink." He takes his hands off of me and laughs. "No that's totally not true. I don't stink ..." I say defensive. "Do I?" I add quickly questioning my smell right now.

"I'm just saying ... a shower wouldn't hurt anyone." Ugh I can't believe Ashton is the ine making things difficult with his grin and those fucking dimples.

*Michael's POV *
Oh fuck... what time is it? Why is so much light in this room? Ughh ... man my head hurts. SHIT.
As soon as I realize what a jerk I've been last night I open my eyes and try to make sense of what happened.