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Ashton Silent Treatment

The loud massive noise of banging coming from your recording room in your house, or more likely Ashton's recording room made the whole house sound like some kind of outcast for world war two video edition, the floor staring to reverberate to the beat of Ashton hitting his big drum with his foot and the aggressively was clear as a bright day. After so many hours of silent treatment, he was still pissed at you from when he had come home from the studio until now, the clock around 9am and people in the neighborhood wanting to go to bed but couldn't because of Ashton's loud banging. You had tried a few hours ago to try and make him stop, but the sound of your voice had only made everything worse and Ashton more aggressive on his drums, you could literally count from downstairs how many drumsticks he had broken since he kept throwing something towards the wall when silence felt for a few seconds until they appeared again. It was almost at the point of you forgetting why in the world he was mad at you but clearly Ashton could still remember that. It all had started out with you "attacking" him for forgetting dinner for tonight and as you expected, Ashton gave you some sort of lecture about how stressed he have been lately and working hard and he could continue his rant if you hadn't stopped him. When you had said that you understood but still didn't think that it was a good excuse Ashton had been mad as hell, clearly not seeing it from your point of view even though you were just as stressed as him, just in a different way than him. Since then you had tried to befriend him but for some odd reason, he didn't want to be near you in any way, not talk with you and behaving childish and giving you the silent treatment. At first, you had thought he was just acting and would cool down after some minutes, but clearly Ash had other things in his mind. And that was what he was doing now, drumming like life depended in his recording room. Without anybody to buy the dinner, you had made yourself to rise from the couch to go the grocery store without telling Ashton, he wouldn't even notice if so, and cook a meal for him. The question was then if he even wanted something, so you went up to his recording room and walked straight into it without knocking, not that it would help anyways. "Are you just gonna drum all of your madness away?" You exclaimed loudly to make sure Ashton could hear it over the loud banging, yet he didn't seem to react or care, just keeping on banging his drums like life depended on it. "Fine." You huffed, throwing your hair over your shoulder and walking out of his recording room, clearly acting girl insulted now and doing the exact same as him, ignoring his presence and walking down the stairs again to fix the rest of the dinner. Ashton stopped in track just as soon as the door had smacked shot, looking behind him and breathing uncontrolled. He took a look back towards the door before hearing your footsteps heading towards the stairs which made him throw his drumsticks to the floor before standing up and opening the door in a fast move. You could hear the door open but it didn't seem to affect you as you were now the one trying to act pissed off, but just as soon as Ashton wrapped his arms around your small form, you were caught. "I'm sorry okay. I felt like an idiot earlier and I couldn't get myself to admit that to you because I felt ashamed of yelling at you. Do you forgive me?" He asked, leaning his sweaty forehead against yours. You looked up at him with no emotion on your face but as he started to kiss your forehead you couldn't remain in position. "Fine." You mumbled which made him send an award-winning smile towards you, "Good because I was fearing that you wouldn't let me have any of the dinner tonight."