Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 7 - Leather Clad Bad Boy (A.I)

* Y/N stands for your name *

YOUR POV

We made a beeline for the lifts and climbed into the first available one.

Once inside, his hand dropped mine and they shoved deep into his pockets.

The ride up was silent and extremely uncomfortable.

I decided to break it and make things a little less awkward.

Plus, I owed him for what he did.

"Thank you," I said, gauging his reaction.

I was still quite intimidated by him and a little frightened.

The rumours about last term were still a little lost on me.

There were some potholes, things that just didn't add up.

But I felt that I shouldn't judge him until I heard the full story.

If he ever trusted me enough to tell me.

"No problem," he uttered.

I turned to face him with a sigh.

"No really Ashton. Thank you," I said again.

He looked up at me slowly and finally cracked a little smile.

"Are we cool now?" I asked.

"Cool? What do you mean?" he asked.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"I know you thought I had something to do with the way Harry was treated. I know you hated me," I affirmed.

"I didn't hate you," he said, clearly shocked by my evaluation.

"You didn't?" I asked, a little unsurely.

"Fuck no," he said, shaking his head.

When I didn't reply he sighed.

"I was a little pissed because I liked you and I was annoyed that you might be...."

He paused, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, a bit of a bitch," he chuckled awkwardly.

"Wow," I said.

"No, I mean, I know you're not now. I'm sorry. I just judged you too quickly," he apologised.

"Clearly," I spat.

I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from him.

He cursed under his breath, and his hand slammed against one of the buttons.

The lift jostled a little, shaking me before coming to a stop.

The doors didn't open but the lift froze.

A very robot like voice came through the speakers explaining that we'd taken an emergency stop.

"What did you do?" I cried.

He paced up and down the small space, his hands swinging at his sides.

"I didn't mean that. It came out wrong," he grumbled.

"Okay okay. Just turn it back on. Press the button. Just get it moving again!" I said, my voice shaking with panic.

"I need you to understand Y/N. I didn't mean that," he said through tight lips.

I nodded my head quickly.

"I know, I know," I said. "I get it. Apology accepted."

"Promise?" he asked.

"Ashton!" I cried, pushing him aside and going to the buttons.

He span me around backing me into a corner, his arms pinning me in.

I gripped at his biceps, breathing heavily as the panic rose.

"Ash," I cried.

I wasn't just scared of the lift and the fact it had stopped but also of being in here alone, with him.

"Baby, don't be afraid. I'll fix it," he promised.

"I'm more afraid of you. Being alone in here. With you," I whispered.

His eyes looked sad at my confession and he reached touch my cheek.

I leaned away and his lips pulled down.

"Please," he begged.

I watched him, seeing the hurt shining in his big hazel eyes.

I didn't like to see that in him.

It hurt me too.

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