how we met / / a.i.

Chapter Fourteen.

I laid in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. The clock now reading three in the morning, yet, here I was, stuck awake and caught up on what the hell happened earlier. Ashton had taken off after we kissed, probably to avoid an outburst from me.

I sighed, my head starting to hurt slightly from how bad he had me in my thoughts.

I had stayed away from him, I had pushed him away. He pushed me away for his ex, for gods sake. He only kissed me because he was running back.

My mind then drifted back to earlier when I kicked him out of my room. I couldn't help but wonder what he was going to say.

I sighed, rubbing my face roughly, staring over at the clock. 4:01 am.

I really needed to get some sleep. I had to be up tomorrow decently early so I could go with my mom to brunch with all the bridesmaids, and basically squeal about the wedding approaching fairly fast.

Within a month, my mom was marrying Ashton's dad. I shouldn't be even thinking about Ashton in this way. It could ruin everything for my mom.

The words truly started to sink in, my heart dropping to my stomach.

My mom was marrying Ashton's dad and this could ruin her entire life.

How could I be so selfish? How could I just disregard how this could hurt my mom? The woman, who has given everything up for me, could have her entire life ruined if she found out about what I was thinking about her fiancé's son.

A sense of guilt crept up on me, the feeling making me wish I could melt into a puddle and hide. How could I do this to her?

A bump hitting the wall in the hallway broke me from my thoughts, my eyes moving over to my door. I quickly got up as quiet as I could, carefully stepping over to the door.

I, very slowly, opened my door, peaking out only to see something that made my stomach drop.

It was Ashton, stumbling through the hallway, obviously a little intoxicated. A part of me wanted to go help, but the bigger part of me knew I needed to just go back to bed. I slowly backed away, starting to shut my door.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashton rushing over to my door but I shut it quickly. I heard a sigh from the other side of the door, a soft knock following.

"Amelia, please open the door." He whispered, my bottom lip going between my teeth as I locked the door quietly. "I'm sorry, please."

I stayed there, resting my forehead against the door as I let out a quiet sigh. I struggled internally on deciding whether I should open the door or just go to bed.

"Amelia." He whispered, the way him saying my name nearly made my knees weak. I unlocked the door, slowly opening it to reveal Ashton standing in the hallway.

I stared at him for a moment, my eyes locking onto his. I knew I should stay away, I knew I should tell him to go, I knew I shouldn't think of him like this. But, I couldn't help myself as I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him inside.

I shut the door behind him, messily molding my lips onto his, his hand tangling in my hair as he held me in place. Our lips smacking echoed around the room as we blindly started making our way back to my bed.

I fell back, Ashton falling on top of me, his arms catching him from our heads bumping together. His lips reconnected with mine, one hand holding himself up, the other gripping my hip.

I felt his tongue slip against my lips before it tangled with my own. A soft moan left my lips as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss more, lightly digging his nails into my bare skin.