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|Halyn|

By the time Friday rolled around, I was all sorts of nervous for Lyndsey's party. I know I can bring Ash, and Lyndsey will be there, but it's still really scary to go to a place filled with strangers. I sigh, flopping on my bed. I wanted to look hot for the party, so that I would give off a good impression. I slide a tight black mini skirt over my freshly-shaven legs, which were already starting to feel like sandpaper because my life is like that.

"Bloody hell," I mutter, managing to squeeze into a bralette because honestly I don't want to wear a real bra. Looking through my messy closet for a decent shirt, I end up with a cropped Sex Pistols Anarchy in the UK tee. I make the last minute decision to leave my all-black converse on because Jesus H Christ my feet would hurt in heels. I run a hand through my hair and text Ashton.

To: Ashhole
I'm ready, bitch

Soon after, he replies with a "On my way!" I pick at my nails, standing on my porch and waiting. When Ashton's car finally pulled up after what seemed like hours, I practically jump into his car.

"Someone's excited for the party tonight," Ash teases me. I stick out my tongue at him.

"Just drive, Irwin." I knew it was going to be a long night.

-:-

I remember getting to the party. We greeted Lyndsey, chatting with the drunk birthday girl for a few moments before doing a loop around the ground floor of her house. I assumed her parents were out of town. Ashton and I then ended up at the kitchen, where we decided to drink a little 'liquid courage' to help us cope with being surrounded by total strangers. Neither of us had never really been completely shitfaced drunk, but we weren't really watching the amount of alcohol we were consuming due to not knowing our limit. We had heard a Beyonce song blast through the speakers and, like any drunk, we just had to dance.

I remember the world being a bit fuzzy but I was letting myself drown in the music and the feeling of big hands cupping my waist and suddenly Ashton was murmuring in my ear, "Halyn, baby girl, stop, you're making me hard." I realize now that I must have been grinding with him. Bad idea, Halyn, you should've stopped, I think now. But my response last night was with a giggle.

"Well, daddy, can we go somewhere where I can help you with your not-so-little problem?" I was handed another red solo cup, and I downed the drink while Ashton took my arm and led me to his car. Or, to be more accurate, the minivan he borrowed from his mum. From there, it just gets hazier. I can recall heat, intense pleasure, and a few mumbled words. Otherwise, the events feel like static.

"Condom?"..."Do you want this, Halyn?"

"Yes, Daddy..."

I wish that all my recollection of last night was wishing a drunk Lyndesy 'Happy Birthday.' Because being able to see that little blur of my Friday night on the inside of my eyelids this morning makes me think that I'm definitely going to hell, and not just for the dirty words breathed last night and the pounding in my head this morning. I'm shaken awake with force, making me groan into the blob beneath me.

"Halyn. Halyn. Lyn. Fucking hell, wake up already!" A voice shouts impatiently. I blink open my eyes, hissing at the noise.

"Shhhhh, five more minutes," I grumble, nestling back into the soft warmth beneath me.

"Halyn, you do not get five more minutes of sleeping on my naked, sticky body. Wake the fuck up and realize that we fucking had sex, you asshole!" The voice, now identifiable as Ashton, exclaims. That gets me wide awake.

"Bloody fucking hell," I say stupidly, scrambling off Ashton in surprise. "We had sex," I repeat. Ashton bangs his head against the interior of the car door.

"That's not just it though. We had sex and it was absolutely fucking amazing, and I'm definitely going to be able to get off to the memory in the future. But we have an actual problem now, too," Ashton tells me, using tissues and hand sanitizer to clean up our mess the best he can. I follow suit, and we both pull on our clothes from last night.

"What's the other problem?" I whisper, scared to know what I was going to be told in the next moment.

"I'm fifteen minutes late for band practice and we both have to go, now, because Calum just texted me saying that if I'm not there in five minutes he's going to tell my mum I was at a party. And he sent that text two minutes ago." The reality of our situation sinks in.

"It'll take like four minutes to get there," I state. Ashton nods.

"Fix your hair and get buckled because we are about to endure hell from the other lads," Ashton orders, raking a hand through his wildly messed up curls and getting into the drivers seat. I nod in compliance, but once I'm buckled and have pulled my own hair into a messy ponytail, I freeze, noticing that somethings not quite right. Ashton almost hits the brakes when I finally speak my mind.

"Ash... I can't find my panties," I mutter, cursing my life.

"You'll have to go without them, baby girl, daddy's driving. And that's also really hot, so I'm not helping you there," Ashton quips. I frown, feeling so vulnerable in my commando state.

"But my vagina is cold," I mouth to myself, not voicing my thoughts because I'm starting to realize just how fucked up all this is.