Dirty Girl || 5sos

5. Brotherly Help

Lia woke up with a headache and felt nauseous. She was definitely categorized as a lightweight. It couldn't have been more than three drinks but she still felt shitty.

There were knocks on the door. The loud sound of a fist hitting the wooden door made her want to rip off her ears. It was Ashton. He carried a glass of water in one hand and two pills in the other.

"You alright young blood? Tyler is still asleep but I thought you might needed these." He handed her the pills as he sat down on the bed. She sat herself up straight and felt the whole room spinning.

"How did you even?" She didn't even finish the sentence before a smile appeared on Ashton's face along with a light giggle sound.

"Zoe dropped you off and Tyler drove her home. You really didn't want to sleep and put up quite the fight." Ashton's voice was calm as he tucked a strand of hair behind the young girl's ear. Lia felt weird about the light touch and the way his thumb had stroked the very top of her ear. To Ashton it wasn't strange. It came natural. Just as natural as him kissing her forehead before exiting the room last night. She was asleep by the time of the peck but it still gave him a rush, not in a perverse way though. Seeing her rest her face on the pillow made him all warm and fuzzy on the inside. All he wished to do was pull her close to him and stay there, right by her side.

It was moments like this that made him question his feelings towards her. The way he sat on her bed and had brought her water and pills. He wanted to take care of her and wanted to treat her like a princess. He appreciated these moments because he knew how easily it could all shift. One moment he wanted to wrap her up in a blanket and watch her fall asleep and the next he wanted to rip off her clothes and get in-between her thighs, making her moan his name in pleasure. He felt so guilty about it.

He took pride in the fact that he never had done anything inappropriate about it. Never once had he jerked off to her and it was difficult. Especially at night when all you wanted to do was take your mind off all the problems. But he couldn't because he knew as soon as he pulled it out he would imagine that it was her hands doing the work.
The toughest part was when Ashton thought about her touching herself. What he wouldn't do just to be the fly on the wall for a day. He would like to imagine that she thought about him when she did it. That made him happy.

"Put up a fight?" She suddenly asked. She had looked under the blanket and discovered a clean t-shirt and some pajama shorts. She didn't wear that to the party and she sure didn't recall her ever changing.

"Don't worry I didn't see anything." Ashton rumpled her hair. Taking on the brotherly role.

"Can you leave? I really want to sleep." She pulled the duvet all the way to her neck, hiding her body. Had Ashton made her sad? He didn't mean to. He hated seeing the young girl sad.