arachnophobia ➸ a.i.

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- Leah -

"He kicked me out of the band."

"He fucking what?" I shouted, nearly dropping my phone.

"Yeah." Michael's sad voice mumbled through the phone.

"That dick... Wait, he doesn't even have control over that, does he? Didn't Luke start the band? He was the last to join?"

"I don't really know. None of the other guys have contacted me."

"Michael." I whispered sympathetically.

"I know." I could hear the disappointed tone in his voice, making me angrier and more pitiful towards Michael. He didn't deserve that. It's my fault anyways.

"Michael, no matter what I have to do, I will fix this. I promise. It's all my fault. You will be back in the band." I stated boldly.

"Leah, it's okay. I can handle it."

"I refuse to let this happen. It's my fault, and I will fix it."

"Leah." He whined.

"Michael." I mocked him.

"Ugh." He chuckled slightly. "Whatever."

"If anything, Ashton needs to be out of the band. I've gotta go. See you around, Mikey."

"See you L."

I hung up my phone and pushed it into my back pocket, in case if the police would be needed. Taking a deep breath, I walked out of my apartment and knocked on Ashton's door as calm as possible, trying not to let the rage build up in my blood. The door cracked open and I spotted his hazel eye peeking through the crack.

"What do you want?" He snapped.

"Hey, beautiful day, thanks for the lovely greeting." I smiled sarcastically. "Can we talk?"

"That's never good." He muttered.

"Please Ashton."

"Can't resist the magic word." He rolled his eyes and opened the door wider, barely, just so I could barley fit through. I slipped through the crack and faced the terrifying, rude boy. I don't care how old he is, he's mentally a boy. Mental maturity tells our true age. "What do you want?"

"Ashton. You have no right to kick Michael out of the band." I rambled quickly.

"Actually, I do." He rolled his eyes. "Besides, we don't need two guitarists."

"Do you think I give a fuck about how many guitarists there are in the band? Because I don't. Two guitarists are better than one. Michael is very talented. Definitely more talented than you." I snapped. "You don't own 5 Seconds of Summer. You're the drummer. Luke started it. Therefore, it is Luke's decision."

"I'd like to see you play drums as well as I can." He huffed. "If he's in the band, then I'm out. They need a drummer. They don't need two guitarists."

"Well then you had better get out of the band." I snapped. "You don't deserve people like Michael. Or Calum. Or Luke."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're a dick, Ashton." I snapped. "You're so full of yourself. You think you're better than everyone else. We're all equal human beings, Ashton. And you had no right to randomly kiss me."

"You like me." He smirked, amused.

"What the fuck, Ashton! No!" I sighed, attempting to stop the rage. "What are you, five years old? I swear to god. I hate you Ashton Irwin."

"Hate and love aren't that different."

"They're fucking opposites. We're opposites. I'm actually a good, caring, giving person."