Deep Down Under (Ashton Irwin)

Chapter 3- Megan

 Chapter 3

Megan

...Oh, Megan,” Niall turned to me with a grin on his face, “Ashton was asking about you again,” I rolled my eyes, but couldn't stop the blush that crept up my cheeks.  Ashton Irwin, a name to the face that had been constantly shadowing my thoughts, much to my annoyance. Turns out he was in the band supporting One Direction, 500 Years of Winter or something like that, which explained why he was so enthusiastic about their performance. The thoughts made me smile slightly, but I clamped it down before Niall and Kate could see. 

Since finding out who I was, and I had no idea how he had done so, he had been asking Niall to give him my number, no matter how many times I refused. 

          “He’s too young for me.” I said.

          “He’s the same age as you! A few months older than you, I think,” Niall replied, whilst Kate started giggling quietly behind him. She shut up quickly when I threw her a death stare but Niall, who was either brave or stupid, continued to smile.

          “I don’t think so.” I shook my head, but I could see that Niall was determined to not give up. 

          “Come on, Meg. Just let me give him your number, one date is all. He is a great guy, I’ll vouch for him. He really likes you.” Niall's eyebrows crept up his face as he waited for an answer. I still wasn't sure, but I didnt know how much longer I could stand this pestering. 

          “Go on Meggie, you do love the Australian accent as well, it’s your weakness,” Kate commented, being a traitor. I could see Niall trying not to look too triumphant as I felt myself caving. 

          “Fine, give him my number if he wants it. He is quite cute, I guess. One date, that’s all I’m promising. No more,” I threw over my shoulder as I walked back into the lounge, away from the two blondes who were still talking amongst themselves. 

          “You say that now! Just wait until he sweeps you off your feet!” Niall called through the doorway, and I chuckled in response. One date would hardly hurt me, and I doubted I would react in the same way as I did the last time we met, which was pass out. When I finally came to in the bathroom, it had taken a while to compose myself. I hadn’t had a panic attack like that in a long time, since I joined the band. 

They had occured more frequently when I was younger, around the time my grandparents passed away. I had been in the car with them when it had swerved off a bridge and into the river below. I was the only one who survived. The night terrors had occurred almost every night after that. The X Factor had wanted to use this information to create more of a sob story for me and the band, to build our support and our votes, but I had flat out refused. 

People should vote for us because they liked our music, they liked what we stood for. Not because they felt sorry for me. People lost loved ones everyday, but life went on. It had to, and I had discovered that the hard way. But that was the past, and I needed to stop thinking about it all anymore. My life was different now, momentously so, and dragging up old memories wasn't helping anyone. What I didn't know was why the meeting with Ashton had caused a panic attack in the first place. 

I wandered into my bedroom and closed the door. Sitting down on the bed, I rested my head on the backboard and stared out my window, tugging at the dark hair that fell over my shoulders and almost down to my waist. It was a habit I had had for what seemed like forever. I liked the feeling of sharp but short pain in my head when I yanked at the hair, it distracted me. I never pulled hard enough to get rid of any hair, but to me it was soothing. Another wierd habit I had picked up. I was starting to wonder why Ashton wanted to ask me out at all, I was such a freak sometimes.