impacts - Ashton Irwin

t w e n t y - e i g h t

I don't know how they managed to organize this party. We watched a movie, then Luke hyped with an idea. Although I was hesitant, Mum wouldn't be home for another 4 nights. 

I left the boys to organize it and went upstairs with Kayla. We ended up having a little nap while Luke was on invites, Ashton got the food and drinks, Michael got lights, and Calum crashed on the couch, sleeping too.

Kayla and I were now staring at my wardrobe. We were clueless.

"I mean, I love your clothes, don't get me wrong. I just don't know where to start."

An idea popped into my head. "CALUM!?" I screamed loudly. Kayla seemed startled at first, I could tell, the way her eyes jolted wide. 

2 minutes later, a droopy, brown eyed boy found himself half asleep in my door frame, "What?"

"Help chose some clothes for Kayla and I." I playfully demanded. His face lit up and he lost himself inside my closet. I rolled my eyes and looked at Kayla, she looked shocked.

Calum found Kayla a tight fitted, light red dress that she adored. She ran to the bathroom to try it on as Cal continued to search for something for me to wear.

In conclusion, he found me my black Zara Skort, my flat, ankle length Converse and a long sleeved white shirt with a low cut back, revealing most of my back. 

"Thanks Cal, now get out, I need to get dressed!" I shooed playfully, he slung his arm around my shoulder.

"Just wanted to say I love you lots and you're my best friend." My face curled into smiles.

I faced him and squeezed his squishy cheeks. "You're the best. I'm grateful to have you in my life." I spoke with an old american accent, causing him to laugh.

"I'll leave you to it!" He pops, before skipping out the door downstairs.

"Damn we look good." Kayla puffs. We did each others hair and makeup, not going too over board. We'd talked to the boys about tonight, and despite it being a school night, everyone who was invited, was planning on coming.

The plan was for people to bring their own alcohol and food and whatnot, but Ash made sure he had enough for the 6 of us. 

Kayla looked hot, she ran downstairs and leaped into Calum as he complimented her over and over. She kissed his cheek and continued clinging to him, he was the only one here by the looks of it. The living area looked great though, the lighting was up, the curtains were drawn and the music was already on, just not to it's loudest extent. The outdoor patio looked great too.

"Boys are next door." He muttered quite loudly as Kayla attacked him with soft kisses over his face. They'd definitely gotten extremely close.

I rolled my eyes with fake disgust and walked back upstairs, tripping over my untied shoelaces several times. I sat on my bed and calmed myself down. 

I was really starting to regret the thought of a party, really. What if I got caught? What if someone gets hurt in my house?

Butterflies surrounded my stomach with nerve as I sat there, breathing softly. 

A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts, looking up and seeing my best friend, the one and only, Michael Clifford. "Parties started."

"Like what you see?" He chuckled, spinning around so I could 'admire' his outfit. He was wearing his tight black jeans, like normal, his Led Zepplin shirt, like normal, his converse, like normal, his denim jacket, like normal and his snap back facing the other way, like normal.

"O.G." I replied sarcastically. Mike spat as he laughed, choking after a while as he hysterically laughed and teased me.

"What?" I pouted.

He continued to laugh as he stuttered out, "What the fuck does O.G mean?"

"Like, original, or like original gangster, you know?" My stupid grammar started him up again and I sighed.

After calming down, he sat next to me on his bed and pulled out two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. I laughed and rolled my head back, typical Mike.

"This jacket comes in handy." He smirks, making me laugh even more.

"Take one, it'll ease off the nerves." He said as he poured one, spilling some on my carpet. "Mike!" I groaned in anger, he shot an innocent look back and chucked the liquid down his throat. I copied his actions, the taste surprising me with its strong yet sweet taste.

"Strawberry, Annie." He laughs, "Your face lit up like a Christmas tree!"

After about half an hour, and only two more shots taken in my room, Michael suggests we go downstairs to join the party but I slip onto the ground, comfortable with my position.

"Alright, but can we go down soon?" He begs in a childish tone as I nodded.

"More!" Demanding shouts escape my mouth and Mike rolls his eyes. "That musics pretty loud huh?" He converses. I roll my eyes and grab the bottle from his hand, wrapping my lips around the opening and in taking a bit too much.

"Jesus Christ Annie!" Panic rises in his voice. A giggle slips through my lips and I wipe the bottom of my mouth with the back of my hand.

Mike stands up and sits down next to me, his knees clicking as he does so. He takes the bottle off me and slurps a lot too. 

10 minutes later and it's kicking in. Uncontrollable laughter runs off our mouths constantly as we sit there and just talk absolute crap. Mike decides its time to go downstairs, the loud music and people laughing and screaming were tingling my ears.

My door opens and the noise and bass of music is louder. I walk to the end of the stairs behind Michael and he stops, turning around rapidly fast and covering my eyes.

But I've already seen it. And so has Michael. My stomach turns and flips. My smile drops off my face and as my best friend turns to me, my heart pounds, hoping what I'm seeing isn't real. Despite Michael's intentions to tear my eyes away from the sight, I can't.

My eyes stay glued for a split second as I see his hands are on her shoulders, shaking them, her lips attached to his.

And there they are for the tiny amount of time that I've seen them. Another girl kissing Ashton.

And to Mike's luck, that girl is Rosie.