Jet Black Heart - A.I. (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter Four

*Diana's POV*

*Tuesday, 24th of July, 2012*

Ash had talked to me a lot about how it felt being on tour. He felt like he belonged, although it was still such a new and weird experience for him.

I missed him when he was on tour, but he'd message me whenever he could, and he'd skype me at least once a week to check up on me.

Thankfully, it was before he found out about Adriana and her group of sluts.

I decided to skip school and drop by Ashton's place, so that's exactly what I did. Harry and Lauren would be at school, and his mother would be out so he'd be home alone. Most likely playing video games, rockin' out to Blink 182, sleeping, eating or hanging out with the boys. If he was hanging with the boys, he would've let me know. The boys and I are practically family now.

I pressed the door bell, hearing the familiar sound echo through the house. I knew Ash was home because he'd messaged me during what was supposed to be my second period in class, telling me he was home and asking if I wanted him to pick me up.

After waiting for what seemed like forever, but was only about a minute, I pressed the doorbell again.

After another minute of nothing, I pressed the doorbell for the third time.

'Why the hell isn't he opening the door? Is it that bloody hard?'

I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my hoodie and messaged him, asking him to open the door.

Nothing.

He usually replied straight away...

I waited another five minutes.

Still nothing.

'Maybe he's asleep?'

I was really starting to get worried. It wasn't like Ash.

'Oh my gosh, I am a bloody genius!'

I grabbed the spare keys from the under the flowerpot next to the door. Ashton's mother, Anne Marie, had told me that if I ever needed it, I could use it. I promised to only use it for emergencies, although she insisted otherwise. This...this was an emergency.

I unlocked the door, entering the house.

"Ash?" I called out. I literally heard it echo off every wall in the house. No answer.

I closed the door, locking it again, placing the key the front pocket of my jeans.

"Ash?" I called out again. Still no answer. I walked down the hallway and turned right into the lounge.