Mistakes • AFI (Currently Rewriting)

Chapter 2 - Ashton

-Ashtons pov (September 23rd)-

I groaned loudly before sitting up. The loud animal like shrieking only grew louder with each passing minute. The call with Michael and Crystal had not helped my pounding headache. That wasn't unusual as Michael was always loud in the morning.

The loud shrieking only grew louder with each new voice that joined. The words Calum and whores in high pitched voices repeated over and over again. It honestly annoyed me. Was it too much for them to be quiet?

I picked my black jeans off the floor. I then sniffed them. The stench of alcohol made the thought of throwing up a bigger possibility. The memory of last night was faint. But it was there.

After the show I wanted to blow off some steam. Crystal and Sierra didn't want to go clubbing so Michael and Luke went back to the hotel with them. That left me and Calum alone to wander the streets of London. We eventually found a club and went in. Calum wandered off after a while which left me at the bar alone.

There...was a women...drinking... she was upset. She seemed familiar... like I had seen her earlier that same day.

"... Calum is a whore! George is a whore! You are a whore! Everyone in my life is a fucking whore!"

The bedroom door swung open. A women with long black hair walked in while grumbling to herself. She was too focused on herself to notice me in the bed.

"My brother gets a shitty threesome while I just get heart break after heart break. What are the chances?" The women muttered before stopping in front of the wardrobe. She then swung the wardrobe doors open before chucking pieces of clothing out.

"No Amelia. You need to think happy thoughts like music. Oh wait my Mother ruined that for me with my English teacher at a concert"

I gave her a confused and worried look as a red long sleeved top landed next to me. Then another bra landed near my head.

"The same shitty concert Calum... whatever his last name was a part of. Him and the rest of that boy band get on my nerves."

I wanted to correct her on a few things. But I bit my tongue as she did something unexpected. She took off her black hoodie.

"Is there any other way my life could get worse after my boyfriend chested on me?"

"Um... Hey?"

Amelia quickly spun around. Her hoodie fell to the floor as her cheeks went bright red. She stared at me with a blank stare as I stared back with my own blank stare. Amelia then let out a high pitch scream before trying to cover herself up with the wardrobe door.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed? Why the fuck did you say nothing before I decided to get undressed? When were you going to mention you were still here?-"

She fired question after question at me. Which gave me time to answer any of them. After she ran out of questions she moved onto name calling.

"Yout a fucking pervert you know that! Watching me getting changed while you... I hope to god your no-"

"I'm not... doing that. I woke up a few minutes ago and then you came in and started stripping."

"Oh... you still should have said something." Amelia grumbled in response. I nodded my head in agreement as the silence soon returned. Her eyes still locked on mine as if she was waiting for me to say something.... oh.

"I'm um... going to go and shower... if that's ok?"

"OH... yeah that's fine... do you um... need anything?"

"Could I borrow some clothes? Mine kind of smell like a brewery." I explained as Amelia nodded. She disappeared behind the door before returning a moment later. A black polo shirt and jeans in her hands.