Behind The Camera - Ashton Irwin Fanfiction

Part Eight - Wipe Your Tears

PART EIGHT

I turned the light on so I could have a better view of the shadowy figure. I sighed in frustration when I saw Ashton sitting on the bed.

"What do you want?" I spoke sharply to him and closed the door.

"I just want to talk." He said quietly, his head was lowered and he was staring at his own feet.

"So you can cause more trouble? No thanks Ashton, just go away."

"No. Please Brooke just listen to me." 

I knew he wasn't just messing about when he didn't call me the usual 'Harte'. I walked towards the bed and sat next to him. He then looked up at me and took a deep breath. His eyes were all puffy and slightly bloodshot, and underneath his eyes seemed slightly wet.

Has he been crying? Seeing this view made me feel more concerned and the anger quickly went away.

"What's the matter?" I made sure my tone of voice was much quieter and calm.

"I messed up bad today." His fingers were picking at the holes in his jeans.

"Well yeah you did, but why today of all days are you letting it get to you?" I shouldn't feel sorry for him, but seeing him in such a state I couldn't help it.

"I got in a fight with one of my best friends, all the boys are pissed. I took this messing around with you too far." He turned his head so he was looking in the opposite direction.

"So you admit you were in the wrong today then?"I asked.

"Yes I was in the wrong, I just want to make things right with the boys."

"It's not best to speak to them tonight, but why come to me?" He turned his head back around so our eyes met.

"I don't know, your the first person I thought of."He sighed and put his face into the palms of his hands.

"Hm, ok then. I think you better go before Michael comes back." I stood up and walked towards the door and Ashton followed behind.

"Michael is never going to talk to me again." Ashton sighed and combed his hand through his hair.

"You boys are all best friends, it will die down eventually. Give him time and make effort in fixing things."  

"Thanks Harte." He then pulled me into a hug. After adjusting to this uncommon exchange, I relaxed and wrapped my arms around him, which just made him pull me in tighter.

After a few more seconds I pulled away and opened the door.

"You should go and get some rest." I suggested. He nodded his head and walked in the direction of his room. 

I shut the door behind me and got some pajamas out of the drawer. I quickly changed into them and got into bed.

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When I finally felt like I was drifting off to sleep, I heard the door open and shut. I sat up to see a very exhausted Michael walking to his bed. I glanced at the clock to see that it was now 1:02am.

"You ok Mike?" He looked physically drained.

"Just tired, I'll be fine though Harte." He dumped his backpack onto his bed followed by his jacket.

"I think someone needs and cuddle." I said to him and patted the space next to me. 

He slightly smiled and made his way over. He quickly took off his shoes and got under to duvet, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm so pissed off Brooke." He said. I cuddled closer to him and starting combing my hands through his hair/

"From Ashton?"

"Yes. I just don't understand why he acts this way, he says things to me and then acts completely different to how you would expect him to." He sighed in frustration to which I kissed his forehead.

"Me and him just won't get along but I don't want that ruining your friendship together."

"You're like my little sister, he might be my best friend but I'm always going to be protective over you."

"He was in the room when I got here." I admitted

"What to cause more trouble I guess."

"No for once he was sorry. He seemed really messed up about it all too, he doesn't want you guys to argue."

"Well he needs to change his attitude around you."

"Mike, we both hate each other. He's obviously going to act like that."

"No Brooke, he likes you. He's had loads of conversations about the way he feels about you and then he acts like a complete dick around you. I also know that you are warming up to him, when you got along that day you were the happiest I've seen you in a while."

"Well maybe I was warming up to him, but he doesn't like me."

"Well whatever you say, but that's what he's told me."

"Just promise me you'll try and make up, for the sake of the band and the tour."

"I will, let's both get some sleep now." He kissed my forehead and got out of bed. "Goodnight Brooke, love you."

"Love you too Mike."

As much as I tried I couldn't get to sleep. All I could think about was the thought of Ashton and what Mike had told me. Could he really have feelings for me? Why did he come to me before? These thoughts kept going around my head until I finally fell asleep.

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I should be doing coursework, but I couldn't help but update this.

I hope you all enjoyed :)