Seeing Ashton in front of me for the first time in 5 months instantly made me think back to when we first met. Images of me falling over and him helping me replayed in mind. Although I had seen him many times before that day, I'd never spoken to him before, or even seen him from a distance less than 4 meters. The day we first met was when I realised how unbelievably good looking he was.
He hadn't changed much since then. The only thing that I noticed was his hair. What used to be straight, was now left natural, curly and darker. I have to admit, he looked gorgeous. I found my self getting lost in his greener-than-ever eyes. Again.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. "I thought you were going back to London."
Right then, I could feel all the blood rushing to my cheeks, leaving my face an embarrassing shade of deep red. For a second or so, I stayed quiet. I didn't want to make it look as if I was struggling to form an answer, but I couldn't think of the right think to say.
From beside me, Luke looked confused. "London? But Lizzy's never been to London."
I mentally groaned at the situation I was in. I wasn't sure why I couldn't just tell Ashton the trust, especially since I vowed to tell him everything if I ever met him again. Yet here he was was standing right in front of me and all I could think of was how to make my lie more believable.
I started to laugh, nervously. "That's funny Luke. Of course I've been to London- I live there!"
Luke raised an eyebrow and looked at me in total utter confusion. I gave him a look as if to say 'Go with it' and he sighed. This was him agreeing I hoped.
"Let's go inside." Michael said awkwardly. He turned around and started walking away from us, Calum followed right behind him.
"Are you coming Luke?" He asked. Luke nodded before thanking me for the lift and following Michael and Calum somewhere inside.
Now all that was left was me and Ashton. Neither of us said a word or even attempted to make a conversation, so I took the the silence as my cue to leave. I gave him a small, yet extremely awkward wave before turning around and making my way to my car.
I had only managed to get halfway down Michael's drive before being stopped. "Lizzy?"
I turned back around slowly and saw Ashton leaning casually against the door frame. "Where are you going?"
"Home." I replied. He looked at me confused, just like Luke did only moments ago.
"Home to London?" He asked. Like before, I laughed nervously; the mention of London made me feel really guilty. However, I still didn't have the courage to tell him the truth. I wasn't sure why, possibly because I didn't want him thinking I was a loser for making the whole 'London' thing up in the first place.
I shook my head. "No, home to Evie's."
I instantly regretted bringing Evie into this as I saw his face drop. It was obvious he still wasn't over her. I didn't blame him though. They were together for 2 years, that's time and a lot of memories to just forget about.
I looked at him sympathetically. "I'm sorry- I have no filter."
He chuckled lightly, his face perking up once again. "Don't worry about it, it's over now. It's not your fault."
Luckily, the subject dropped after that encounter. Ashton continued to ask if I wanted to come inside, but I refused, not wanting to intrude on Luke getting to rehearse. Plus, I was going to see them all tomorrow when I picked him up on the way to work. Ashton insisted that I say, but gave up once he realised he wasn't going to win against me and that I was adamant to leave them alone.
We quickly said goodbye to one another, before Ash went back into Michael's house and I drove off to return home. Thankfully, my house was only 12 miles away from the area Michael lived in, which meant it only took 15 minutes to get home.
As I pulled up outside my house, I noticed that both my parents' cars were in the driveway. This was strange. Normally my parents work different shifts, so there's only ever one car plus my own in the drive.
I hopped out of my car and went inside. In the living room, I found both my parents sitting watching TV on the sofa. At first, everything seemed normal- thy both politely greeted me and asked how work had been before carrying on talking as if I wasn't even in the room. I slumped down in one of the single arm chairs and joined in watching whatever was on the TV.
"Evie called today." My mum said, completely out of the blue.
I stopped what I was doing and gave her my full attention immediately. "What did she say?"
"The baby was born this morning at 4." She informed me. My eyes widened as I quickly did some calculations in my head. How could that be possible? Evie was only 7 months pregnant.
"How?" I asked, a sudden worry coming over me. I may not have been close to Evie, or even that friendly with her, but she was still family. And I hoped that both her and my niece/nephew was okay.
"Evie went into labour last night; she called an hour ago to say that she had a little girl, 2 months premature. However, both of them are doing fine and are very lucky." Mum told me, holding back a smile. She may not have approved of Evie being pregnant at 18, but she was certainly proud of her nevertheless because after all she did bring her first grandchild into the world.
I smiled. "That's great!" I answered truthfully.
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Later that night, as I lay in bed, I got thinking about how weird my day had been. Firstly, I hadn't seen Ashton in 5 months and I the first time I see him is when dropping my best friend off at his band meeting. Next I got home to see both parents home at the same time, and to hear Evie had her baby. None of us had heard from her in 6 months. When she left, she made it pretty clear she wanted nothing to do with us, so it was a shock to hear from her.
I lay awake thinking about how all these events occurred on the same day, and felt the motivation and the urge to do something about it all. Finally sorting everything out.
