5SOS One-Shots and Preferences

DDM Ashton: He tells you he hates you

Age: 16

"Sometimes I wish you wasn't my daughter. I hate you!" He seethed out, your mum gasping at your dads choice of words.

"Ashton!" She scolded.

"No mum. It's fine." You choked out, walking up the stairs. He hated you just because you asked him to talk you to get printer paper so you could print out your report for your English class, which cause your and your dad to get into a heated argument.

You laid on your bed, crying into your arms, when your phone buzzed from beside you.

Alex Clifford: come out here. I'm outside

Your bestfriend texted. It was Michaels son, but Alex was like your brother. He knew you inside and out. Like the back of his hand.

You locked your phone slipping it into your pocket before throwing yourself out the window, landing on your feet. You saw Alex smiling at you, but the smile disappeared when he saw the year tracks on your face, making his freeze and pull you in a hug.

He didn't question anything, he just held you while you cried.

You eventually stopped crying and took off toward the mall, not caring about telling your mum or dad.
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Ashton sighed, finally gaining the courage to go up to his daughters room. He knocked briefly on the door, opening it when she didn't come to the door.

"Y/N?" He yelled.

"Fuck." He whispered before hollering for his wife.

She ran up the stairs, looking frantically at her husband.

"She's gone." Is all he said before he broke down in tears.

He had made his little girl run away. God knows where.

He grabbed his phone, doing the first thing that came to mind, sending a group text to his three bestfriends.

Ashton: Have any of you seen Y/N? She's gone. She's not at home.

Three no's filed in from the three boys, making Ashton's body shake with sobs as he covered his mouth.

Michael: We'll be over in a minute.

The door busted open and in filed his three best friend, looking panicked and flustered.

"Ashton, you and Olivia stay here incase she comes back. Calum, go look around town and the mall. Michael, you and I will look around the neighborhood." Luke told his friends, "We will find her."

They all split up, not having any having any luck, just yet.

Calum threw his hands up, letting a small fuck out of his lips. He tugged at his hair before setting his hands back on the steering wheel and driving toward the mall. He searched around the premises, sighing.

He drove around to the front once more, seeing the curly dirty blonde headed girl standing with Alex.

"Fucking hell! Get in the car!" He sneered to them, them doing as he said.

"Don't you realize how worried everyone was?" He asked.

"My dad wasn't. He probably hates me." She scoffed, making Calum grip the steering wheel tighter.

Calum walked inside, all the eyes darting to him. He stepped aside, the two teenagers walking past him.

"Goddamn it Y/N!" Ashton yelled, bringing his only child into his arms, "You had me so worried."

She scoffed once again, removing herself out of his arms.

"Bullshit." She laughed.

Everyone looked at her confused.

"I was mad Y/N. I just got back from tour and just wanted a cup of tea, in peace." He yelled at her.

"You're acting like I pestered you to death about it! I asked you once and you said you wished I wasn't your daughter and then told me you hated me." She yelled back at him.

He looked down at the ground, sighing, knowing she was right.

"And I'm so sorry. You're the best daughter a dad could dream of Y/N." He said, pulling her into his arms.

"It's okay dad. I forgive you. Forgive but don't forget. Like you say." She smiled at him.

"Okay now that, that is settled. What the hell was you doing with her?" Michael asked his son.