The Bartender | L.H

Drink 37

Hey guys!!

So happy late birthday to my love aka Michael Clifford. I ship us and I have no regrets about it.
(forever wishing that photo was real)

I LOVE COMMENTS SO MUCH. COMMENT ON EVERY PARAGRAPH. EVERY SENTENCE. EVERY WORD I DON'T CARE I LOVE COMMENTS SO MUCH.

WHATS YOUR NAME? COMMENT YOUR BEAUTIFUL NAMES. As you all know, I'm Tara. Hi.

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My eyes widened as I stared at Ashton in disbelief. What was he even doing here?
His smile was wide, dimples popping out as his hands were shoved into his pockets as he stared right at me.

I quickly shifted under the blanket, feeling uncomfortable in just underwear and a tshirt, my hair was now a bit of a mess from Lukes hands running through it, and I knew I had a few hickeys on my neck. I looked like a literal hot mess.

"I-uh-erm" I stumbled out as he chuckled.

"Geesh, you look happy to see me." he said mockingly with a smirk, coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed making it dip down slightly.

Poor Luke was still under the bed.

"Sorry I'm just..shocked." I spoke slowly as I bit my lip.

"Well come give me a hug!" he exclaimed standing up with arms wide open.

I slowly moved to hop off the bed, my long legs on show as I walked over to him and straight into his welcoming arms.

He hugged me tightly, swaying a bit as his large muscles enfulged me. I felt like a small, fragile doll compared to his buff frame.

"As much as I love what is happening right now, why aren't you wearing pants?" He asked once he pulled away.

Instantly I blushed and bit my lip, "Oh well uh. I dont know it's just..comfortable." I said with a tilt of my head. That was better than saying" oh y'know just luke came to screw me"

"Mm, yes. Comfortable. That's not what your disheveled hair and bruised neck is saying." he spoke raising an eyebrow, and I swear I heard Luke snicker from under the bed.

Ashton instantly became alert, moving around. "What was that?" He asked, walking around the room but I instantly grabbed him arm, pulling him around to me.

"Nothing! That was nothing!" I spoke with a reasuring smile.

"Genevieve what are you hiding?" he asked, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing Ash, I swear." I breathed out, mentally murdering Luke in my mind for placing me in this situation. I swear as soon as Ashton walked out the door I was kicking his butt.

"Soooo, Ashton." I spoke. "What are you doing here anyways?" I questioned as I tilted my head.

"Oh! Yes. Right. Well tomorrow is our first public encounter together, and I wanted to come by and prepare you for it all. I figured you would prefer if I told you instead of some stranger who works for us.

I simply nodded, going over to my suitcase and grabbing out shorts, slipping them to avoid any futher stares from mr curly, but instead his eyes followed my hands as I moved the shorts up my legs, exposing my backside for a moment before they were covered with the fabric.

I sat on the edge of the bed, making it squeak a bit. Damn loud bed.

"Uh." His eyes moved back to my face as he shook his head.

"Well, I have your stylists coming by tomorrow morning around 9 am. They will get you all ready, and then we will be spotted together having lunch, and then we are going to play mini golf with the rest of the boys. I know that uh, you and Luke left on a rough patch, but you really need to get along for the cameras." He said with a half smile.