arachnophobia ➸ a.i.

❁ t w e n t y - f o u r ❁

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- Leah -

After I had a mini explosion of anger on Ashton in the middle of a random Italian restaurant and him apologizing profusely, the boys and I quickly left and went to get ice cream rather than ordering desert there and causing more of a commotion. After all, how are five college students supposed to function without some kind of sugar before bed?

We them drove to the hotel, perhaps the fanciest hotel in the city, the Hilton Adelaide. As we got out of the car to have our car valeted, I decided to ask about it. "How the fuck are you affording this?" I turned to the group, not knowing who to direct the question towards.

Luke chuckled. "Ticket sales, promotions, all the famous shit."

"You aren't famous though."

"Exactly." Calum grinned. "Yet."

"All I know is that I hope your hopes aren't let down." I shrugged. "How are we organizing the rooms?"

"Well, that's the problem.." Michael paused.

"We have two rooms." Luke explained, gritting his teeth awkwardly. "I don't think we can fit four in one room and only one person in the other."

"Shit... Ashton, what the fuck, you didn't tell me this?" I turned to the ridiculously muscular, but attractive man in anger.

"I really wanted you to come." He muttered sheepishly, looking at the ground in shame.

I sighed. "Who gets what rooms?"

"Maybe Leah and I-" Michael began, but Calum cut him off.

"How about we not put guys with obvious crushes in the same room as Leah." Calum snapped protectively. "Lucy and I will stay with Leah, Mashton in the other room."

"What the fuck did you just call me, Claire?" Luke spit back at Calum.

"Whatever, Lucy. Let's get our night bags." Claire chuckled, leading us to the empty section of the parking lot where the equipment truck was parked. The driver, an awkward, shy old man, had got himself a hotel room in a nearby, more reasonably-priced location compared to this unnecessary luxury one, he was just waiting for us to get our stuff.

Ashton and Michael followed closely behind us, seeming frustrated and bothered. I crawled into the truck, an started handing the boys all their night bags, as their jeans were too tight to crawl THIS high up. I still don't understand why they all wore black skinny jeans on a car ride, but they are idiots after all.

"Leah, can I talk to you?" Ashton asked as I crawled out of the truck with my own bag.

"Yeah. What is it bud?" I asked, hopping off the platform and walking around the truck with him.

Ashton stopped as soon as we were out of earshot. "Please... just please don't hook up with Luke or Cal."

"What? Who do you think I am Ashton? I don't hook up with my friends." I snapped.

Ashton's frown grew to a smirk. "Oh, so we aren't friends? Cause we have made out before." He winked.

"Shut the fuck up." I growled at him.

"How am I supposed to 'shut the fuck up' around you, princess?" He whispered, pushing me against the side of the truck and pressing his body to mine. I felt him chuckle as my breathing wavered, and he slowly began to kiss down my neck.