Mrs All American // Luke Hemmings, 5SOS

Chapter 19 // SLEEPOVER!

"SLEEPOVER AT MY PLACE!" Ashton yelled. "But not the people in Luke's crew. You're banned." He stated, shrugging.

"Aren't we already at your place?" I giggled. Ashton rolled his eyes.

"Nah, this is my parents house. They're out of town with me brother and sister." He explained. "I'll clear this up later." He walked into the house and opened up the fuse box, pulling the big lever. All the lights went down, and the music switched off. A chorus of "aww"s were exclaimed. Ash picked up one of the wireless microphones and yelled into it. "Party's over, go home." He said before grabbing his coat and skipping out.

All in all, there were 9 of us at the sleepover. Me, Ashton, Michael, Bryana, Kiyo, Chelsea, Jack Barakat, Alex Gaskarth and Halsey. Rian and Zack - the remaining members of ATL - decided to go back to their hotel. We were going to take two cars, but most of us were too drunk to drive so we ordered a minibus instead.

Michael was in a deep conversation with Jack, Alex was trying to chat up Chelsea, Ashton and Bryana were cuddling and Kiyo was joking with Halsey. I was sat picking at my nails.

When we finally arrived at Ashton's house - no, mansion - we sat in a circle on the plush carpeting of his living room. "Truth or dare!" a highly intoxicated Alex Gaskarth yelled.

"Okay, okay. I'll go first." Michael sighed. "You gotta ask the person to your left. So... Kaya!" he smiled at me, hands on his hips. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." I grinned. He cracked his knuckles.

"Kiss the hottest person in the room. On the cheek." I nodded, stood up and strolled to the middle of the room. I pretended to be making a big decision, before leaning down and placing my lips on Halsey's cheek.

"Woah, that's hot." Ash drooled. Bryana slapped him. I returned to my seat, turning to Kiyo beside me.

"Truth or dare?" I asked evilly. She smirked, before replying.

"Truth."

"Are you a virgin?"

"What? No!" She cackled, gasping for air. I blushed a deep shade of pink, and excused myself into the kitchen. I could still hear laughter in the other room.

I sat nursing my glass of water for a short while, before two knocks sounded on the door. I mumbled a "come in" and the door swung open, revealing Ashton and Michael.

"What's up?" they asked in unison. I giggled at their adorable worry.

"Well... How do I put this?" I sighed. "I'm a... Virgin. And I just felt like, when Kiyo said... I don't know."

Ashton gasped, joining me on a barstool at the kitchen counter. He slung an arm around me, giving me a tight squeeze. "She meant nothing by it. Now come on, let's go back in." He reasoned. I nodded, following him out of the room. Just as we reached the doorway, Michael pulled me in to a hug, holding on to me like he never wanted to let go.

"I've missed you." He mumbled, relaxing his grip.

"I missed you too." I replied, smiling as I breathed in his musky scent.

As we re-entered the room, Jack clapped his hands together gleefully. "Ah! Michael! Just who we needed. Now, truth or dare."

Michael thought for a second, running a hand through his festive red hair. "Dare."

"Alright. By the end of the night, you have to make out with the girl you have the biggest crush on here." Jack smiled. Michael giggled, nodding.

A few hours later, after multiple pizzas, shots and regrettable Instagram posts, the blankets and sleeping bags came out. Alex and Jack slept top-to-tail on the longest of the three sofas, with Ashley (Halsey) on the next one and Brashton snuggled on the final sofa. The rest of us were on the floor.

"You know what?" Ashley said. "I don't deserve this sofa. Kaya, you've had a rough night, get on this sofa." She drunkenly announced, flopping from the sofa and promptly falling asleep on the floor. I obeyed - you don't argue with a drunk Ashley.

I was half asleep when I heard a movement, and someone slid onto the sofa beside me. "Couldn't sleep." Michael grinned, pulling my covers on to him.

"Me neither." I groaned. Michael hummed contently, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Can I tell you something?" He queried, nuzzling into my shoulder.

"Of course." I smiled reassuringly.

"You're my biggest crush here."

My smile dropped.

Before I could reply, he interrupted me. "Look, I know I'm meant to be over you, but I'm not. So, that's all I have to say."

The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine and my lips were on his. The kiss wasn't lustful or needy, it was soft and innocent, like we were a couple of teenagers having their first kiss. If only.

My hand tugged at his hair as the kiss deepened, and I rolled on top of him beneath the sheets. He squeezed my arm to stop himself from moaning, before that hand roamed to the back of my legs, softly caressing before playing with the hem of my pyjama shorts. His other hand tugged at my t-shirt, slipping it smoothly from my body. I did the same to his.

We soon became a fumbling mess, hands all over each other's skin. His soft, red lips sucked at the skin of my collarbone as his hands explored the intricate stitching of my shorts and, consequently, thong. Seeing as it was the night, I was not wearing a bra, and our chests were pressed together so that I could feel his heartbeat pulsating against my own. We were one, a connected being of hand and mouths and muffled moans. I fell asleep in his arms, and it felt like my jigsaw piece had fallen into place.

But I felt guilty with him, because even though it felt right with Michael, I felt better when I was wrong with Luke.

A/N: that was a rollercoaster from start to finish wow

don't tell me you don't ship Kaya and Ashton just a little bit
just an itty bitty little bit (hehe)

sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to proofread these

#kashtonforever jk bye