four words [the fangirl ii - a.i]

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     With all of these doubts in my head I couldn't say a thing. I wasn't sure of what to say. I wish he didn't say this at this kind of time. My head was spinning. "Are you serious about this because this is not funny."

     "I was never joking when it comes to you. What are you thinking? That I am playing? ahhh! For God's sake. Please understand that I never played with love," he shouted from the room that he was in. After I heard of what he just said I washed my hands and went to the bathroom. "Why people always think that I do. You're an idiot. I want to drag you here and pinch your cheeks!"

     "You're a fuckboy Irwin and I know that. Ha!" I said. How I imagine him smirking.

     "Open this door. Seriously Sarah. Open it." then he began to clutched it in circles.

     "Why are you packing up?" I asked.

     "I'm not," he said. Walking around the room of Ace, he was still asleep, "I'm looking for my clothes. Where did I put those." he murmured that he only could hear it. Just then when I realized that he was only wearing boxer shorts.

     "You might have put it under the bed." I said and went to the bathroom to see if it was there. None. At the couch, none. "You foun-" I saw him already at the bed at his phone.

     "You should go and see them."

     "I'll go home and its time to run away." he said then smiled, "today."

     "I'm not going to Australia-"

     "You should. It's now or never." I didn't know what to feel. He was smiling back at me. I didn't know if this was serious for him or at least if he thought that this matter was serious at all.

     "Ashton you're giving me mild heart attacks. What now? You want me to go with you with this 'now or never'. I thought you wanted it the right way." I said. Now I was the one walking around the room in circles.

     "I did and you didn't and today I have this feeling that it is the right time."

     "I am your fool. So...." I said then he grabbed my hand.

     Running away from here- everything, everybody- holding this hand. This hand of my life. God. I couldn't imagine how my life would be like if my brother never left me there at their signing at one concert. I probably would be just work and home. No drinking, no running away, no sleep over. I'm exactly 20 years old when everyone should be making mistakes, the stage where you should enjoy your given life and I am doing the right thing, right?

     There was a rebel inside me. There always have been.

     "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, I was at their hotel with Michael, Calum and Luke who just got out from the bathroom. He had clothes though and he smiled at me.

     "Yeah. I just feel like I have a huge gratitude for paying my plane tickets and for my VISA." I said and looked down at my clothes, "and for lending me this shirt of yours," then to the bed which was filled of paper bags of my clothes and undergarments that Ashton bought for me.

     "Don't be. He loves to do that." Luke said, drying his hair with a towel and smirking, "He loves shopping girls' underg-"

     Ashton threw a pillow towards Luke, "Stop. You're getting a bruise." with that we all laughed.

     "Thank you though. So so much. Like really, " they all went back to their thing when they noticed that we were serious, "You don't even have to do this. I could've had clothes if you let me went home."

     "They won't let you, trust me." He said and I remembered that those were the exact words I told Samantha. "We'll be fine." he put a peck on my head.