Where I Belong

Chapter 5

I woke up the next morning and snuck into the bathroom across the hall to take a shower. I was pretty sure Ashton was still asleep. The house was pretty quiet and his bedroom door was closed. I took a long, hot shower and finally got dressed in a t-shirt and some shorts. I went downstairs and he smiled when he saw me. "Good morning, love," he said.

I smiled softly, surprised he was out of bed. "What are you doing up so early, rockstar?," I joked with him. 

He laughed softly. "Making you breakfast of course."

I smiled and blushed lightly. "You don't have to make me breakfast. I can look after myself."

"Hey, I don't mind. I hope you like pancakes." He put some on a plate and handed them to me.

I smiled at him. "They're my favorite. Thank you." I set the table and put some butter and syrup on my pancakes, sitting down, and eating silently for a few minutes until he joined me with his own plate. He sat across from me at the table and we ate quietly. 

It was nice eating without having to be told I was eating too much and it was nice eating without being yelled at.  About twenty minutes later, we finished breakfast and I offered to clean the dishes for him. He hesitated at first, but finally agreed. I cleaned the dishes while he got dressed and dried them, realizing I really should have asked him where they went..

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We were only out for a little over an hour when we returned home. I could tell he was anxious about having me out of the house and out in the open. He had sat in the hair salon while they dyed my hair from dark brown to a light blonde. My hair had been brown my whole life. But, it was time for some change.

We walked back into the living room and I sat on the couch, feeling a lot more comfortable being here. Ashton sat next to me and looked over at me. "So, how are you liking it here, so far?", he asked me.

"I-I really like it. Thanks for letting me stay with you."

He nodded and smiled softly. "You don't have to thank me. I like having you here."

I blushed and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and decided to change the subject. "So, how long have you been in a band now?"

He smiled proudly. "They were together before I joined the band but I've been with the boys for almost 2 years now. And now we're all best friends and doing what we love."

"You're really talented," I blurted out.

He laughed softly and looked down shyly. "You don't know that.."

"Yes I do!," I giggled. "I may have listened to some of your music last night," I admitted.

"Oh really?," he chuckled. "And did you like it at all?"

"Eh, it was alright," I joked. When I saw his face fall slightly, I felt bad though. "It was really, really good, Ashton." I smiled at him.

"Thank you, Kaitlyn. It means a lot to me. Maybe one day, I'll have to take you to a gig with me."

I blushed and smiled, hoping I really could go with him one day. 

We spent the next hour getting to know each other better. I found out Ashton was just a year younger than me and he had turned 19 just this past summer. We talked more about his band and his family. I think he knew I didn't like to talk much about myself, so he didn't ask as many questions about me as I did about him. I was glad that he was so understanding. He didn't push me for information or anything like that. And I was already starting to trust him, oddly enough. Trust wasn't something I really had. 

After all that talking, he looked into my eyes. "Would you like to watch a movie?" I nodded and we finally agreed on watching The Hangover. He put it in and we shared some popcorn, sitting right next to each other. I definitely was starting to feel more comfortable around him. 

The next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes and I was nuzzled into Ashton's chest. I sat up quick, blushing. I hadn't meant to get that close to him. And even worse, I recalled just dreaming about Ashton. Oh God what if I said his name in my sleep? I talk in my sleep when I'm really stressed. Oh God, please don't let this be happening.

Ashton looked at me and smirked. "Good dreams?"

I widened my eyes in horror. "I have to go.." I ran up to my room, the tears coming on strong. What the hell was wrong with me? Why did I feel so comfortable with Ashton already? I just left my boyfriend the day before and here I was cuddling up to some other guy. If David was here, he would have slapped me and called me a slut.

I locked the door and went to my bedroom, crying hard. I was making a fool out of myself. If Ashton knew all the baggage that came with me, he wouldn't want me here. I don't think I can do this anymore.