Penchant

9-help our souls tonight

Extra long chapter for u guys

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MY HANDS WERE
clammy as I drove towards where I knew calum would be, ash's place.

I knew something was wrong the minute the clock had hit eleven AM and he wasn't home, never the less I stayed put till one thirty in the afternoon, after that I couldn't wait any longer as I hurriedly drove to Ashton's house, my hand shaking with fear.

I called calum again, (for the fourth time) yet still no luck.

"Fucking calum" I sighed, my hands pushing away strands of hair that fell onto my face.

My only hope now was luke.

"Hello?"

"Luke, oh thank god, is everything alright? Where's calum, put him on the phone"

"Everything's as good as it can get, calum's sorta injured so he can't really talk, but I'm guessing you're on your way so the doors open"

"Oh you can bet I'm on way, is Ashton okay?"

"I'm fine mami, just a swollen nose, m'fine" I heard Ashton grumble, a groan soon following making my heart stop, he wasn't fine, and neither was I with that nickname.

"Oh, well okay" I awkwardly said, not really knowing how to respond, my emotions not knowing what to feel either.

"Well okay bye" Luke said, the phone call ending with a small beep.

Could it be possible that in five minute (or less) with Ashton and him simply saying no more than ten words, he had managed to take my breathe away, and left me all giddy inside?

Finally reaching my destination, I parked the car, pulling down the mirror in the car (a girls gotta check before seeing her ex) and quickly fixing my hair, before reapplying Chapstick.

I knocked on the once familiar door, that held too many good memories, now not so many, due to the fact I had shown up twice drunk off my mind cursing him out sloppily, which resulted into calum coming to pick me up.

Greeting me at the front door was no other than Ashton himself, and you can imagine how that went.

"Morning"

"Afternoon"

"Can I- uh come in?"

"Well I'm pretty sure you didn't waste five minutes of your life driving here so come in" my eyes finally looked up to see his beautifully injured face, his nose swollen, a couple of bruise here and there, mostly to his jaw.

As if on instinct my hand reached out towards his face in worry, forgetting momentarily that I was probably no longer allowed to do that. (Touch his face I mean)

"Ash.. that's more than a swollen nose" i sighed, examining his face, I heard his breathe hitch as my finger traced the bruise, my hands immediately drawing back once he let out a small barely audible moan, making things twenty times more awkward than before.

"So, uh, where's calum" I said, my voice off, my focus was barely with me, as my mind swirled with thoughts, it was a huge mess. (My brain I mean, and also partially me)

"He's- he's on the couch, I think" he stumbled over his words, making everything worse because he looked so fucking cute and I just wish I could reach out and kiss his lips, and run my hands threw his hair, do everything I used to be able to do.

"What's taking so long Jesus" I heard Michael hiss, his head popping up from behind ash, making both me and Ashton immediately snap out of our trance, as I blushed down. (Did I mention we were staring at each other?)

"I should probably go see ash- calum I meant calum" My cheek turning beat red as my mistake tumbled out, I (as fast as I could) slipped between them and ran to the living room where hopefully calum was.

"You're both so fucking whipped for each other, why did you break up again?" I heard Michael chuckle. I don't know Michael, I honestly don't know.

As my eyes spotted calum, my eyes also found luke, beside him, cuddled onto him, calum laying back down towards the couch and Luke on top of him.

"He wanted cuddles, not a single word asami" grumbled luke, untangling himself from calum, making me see the bruises more clearly.

One question, how we're both Ashton and calum still so damn attractive after getting beat up?

"I told you not to hurt him cal" I sighed, wrapping myself around him.

"M'sorry I just got really mad seeing you hurt" he spoke slowly, his caramel eyes staring into mine with sadness and regret, obviously the bruises made him learn his lesson.

Not seconds later I was being pulled by Ashton up the stairs and into his room.

And for the second time since me and Ashton broke up, he kissed me (as a non girlfriend type of thing)

His kiss hungry, like he needed this just as much as me.

And I cherished every single second of his soft lips on mine, moving in sync like we used to.

"I missed you?" He questioned himself, my eyebrows raised at his statement.

"And I have an idea to help you get over me" I sat down on the edge of the bed, as he sat beside me, his fingers latching onto my clammy ones.

"And what would that 'plan' be?" My eyes roaming around everywhere but Ashton.

"Let me help you get over me, like show you what you aren't missing, show you that I wasn't even that great to begin with, and that I'm more horrible than what you though." he ranted, his words fast, but not faster than my heart beat.

"Okay, I mean if that will help me, although I doubt it" my voice barely a whisper.

"But first let me do this for just the last time" he said, his lips crashing onto mine, in a fast sorta slow medium pace, that lasted for a good two minutes.

"Well so far you're showing I'm missing out on a whole lotta those damn good lips, also I pray that it won't be the last time I kiss those oddly amazing lips" I laughed, Ashton joining in and for a second it seemed as if everything was normal, like how it had been before, when me and ash were a happy in love couple.

Only for a second though.

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Well so far this is probably the longest chapter I've ever written, with an amazing 1000+ words

Idk I just imagine ash to be an amazing kisser so I had to include him kissing bc it killz me smh. (Don't worry it'll be Way more detailed later)

plEASE COMMENT AND VOTE MORE THAT IS AN ORDER-ISH pls

My daddy always looks so fucking fine!!!

Also guys don't be afraid to talk to me, or ask any questions I won't mind *zayn starts singing*

-Janna🐛