Chances

Three

I can't believe I'm dating Ashton Irwin. Fuck, once the fans hear of this, I will probably be attacked. The fans are brutal, but they love me. So far.

"Hey, Liv?" Ash asks.

"Yes, babe?" I saw my chance, and I took it. I look at Ashton's face and I see him blushing like crazy. Yes! Mission accomplished.

"Um, I was thinking.. Do you want to spend the night in my room tonight. I don't want to, like, you know. I just don't want you to be on an uncomfortable couch.." He's looking down at his feet. He is too fucking cute.

"Sure. Let me get ready for bed, you know. I'm still in a sports bra and tights." I chuckle. Ashton is full-on dying. "What?" He wipes tears away from his eyes and looks at me and says:

"You said 'bra'." And starts laughing again.

"You're so immature, Ash." I laugh and walk out.

"Where are you going?" He asks. He's stopped laughing. I mean, he has that 'I just fucking died' smile on.

"I'm going to go put my comfy clothes on." I roll my eyes. I literally just told him what I was doing.

"Okay. Be back soon!" He yells as I close the door. I walk to my bedroom and knock on the door. Ash is already in his pjs, so he doesn't need to change.

"Calum? Can I come in?" I knock again. No reply. I walk in anyways, and I see him sleeping. Oh, shit. I walk to my dresser as quickly as possible. I grab a shirt and decide to leave my tights on because they are comfy. Wait, they're sweaty, though. I grab a new pair and head into my bathroom. I quickly change and take my makeup off. Before I cut my hair, I used to wear ponytails to sleep. But, now that I have hair as short, or shorter, than Mickey's, I leave it be.

I put my dirty clothes in my bathroom hamper and quickly duck out. Surprisingly, Calum didn't wake up. I walk to Ash's room and knock on the door.

"Ash, is it cool if I come in?"

"Yeah, come on in." He says. I walk in and sit on the bed. He's in the bathroom. Once he comes out, he has his hair in a ponytail-thing. I giggle.

"What?" He asks. I totally forgot that his hair was longer than mine.

"Nothing. You're just adorable with your hair pulled back. I just like playing with your hair." I pout. He puts his hand to the back of his hair and pulls out his ponytail. He looks me dead in the eyes and whips his hair back and forth. "Hm, sexy." I giggle.

"Oh, I know." He laughs. He runs towards the bed and jumps on it. I scream. A few seconds later, Mickey runs it.

"What happened? What's going on?" He asks. Oh, shit.

"Nothing, dude. We were just talking about what we're going to do while Livi-boo here is on the bus." Ash says.

"Livi-boo? I thought Louis was the only one who was allowed to call you that?" Mickey half says, half asks.

"Eh. Since Ash is, like, my best friend, he can call me anything the fuck he wants." I say. I look towards Ash. "Anything besides 'Olly'." I put my finger up and point at him. "No calling me that."

"Fine." He pouts.

"Whatever. So, what are you guys planning on?" Michael asks. He comes in and sits on the bed. God, dammit. It's like he knows.

"Well, obviously we need to do a 5SOS vs. Food with her, since she can eat a fuckton of food. Then, we were thinking of maybe going to a few amusement parks because, you know, she's obsessed with those things. And-" Mickey cuts Ash off.