Loving Ash [a.i.] {Original Version}

Prologue: Curse that stupidly perfect voice!

Copyright © 2013 Kalayna Blanch

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**NOTICE! I do not own 5SoS or 1D. Also, this is a FanFiction. Not everthing in it is fact, thus the word FICTION. All characters [excluding 5SoS and 1D] in this story were created by me. Please do not steal them. The plot to this story was also created by me. Please do not steal it either. Thank you!**

**WARNING: ONLY SEMI-EDITED**

Prologue: Curse that stupidly perfect voice!

[ashley]

December 16th, 2011

Pushing my way through the small hallway, I yanked on the bags hanging from my shoulders and arms, cursing to myself as a strap caught on a doorknob - again. I could hear the loud laughter and playful arguing coming from the room in front of me, huffing out a breath of annoyance. They were messing around while I was stuck in this stupid hallway - typical! A deafening crash sounded, making my head jerk up in surprise. What the hell were they doing in there?

With a final tug, I tumbled through the doorway, falling face first into the plush brown carpet. The room went silent and I could feel four sets of eyes on me. I could feel my cheeks heating as I pushed myself to my knees. The unmistakable sound of my brother's laughter flooded the otherwise quiet room, making my already warm cheeks burn. I sent him a glare as I pushed myself onto my knees, shooting warning looks at the other three boys in the room.

"Thanks for the help you guys," I huffed, letting the straps of my bags slip down my arms. The bags landed with a soft thump next to me, making me wince. A soft chuckle sounded from in front of me, a breath hitting the side of my neck. I jerked back in surprise, bumping my head against something hard. I lifted my gaze as I rubbed the back of my head only to find the startled blue eyes of Luke. He rubbed his cheek and winced in pain.

"Shit, Ashy," he whined, backing away from me. My eyes widened in surprise and I pushed to my feet.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked worriedly, my hands reaching for the boy's face. I had to stand on my tippy toes in order to reach him, my small frame only reaching his shoulder. He flinched as my fingers replaced his on his jaw, but he let me examine the wound. It wasn't bad - not even bruising. "You're such a baby, Lukey."

He smiled sheepishly down at me, his blue eyes dancing. I patted his cheek before turning away from him. I lifted my eyebrow when I caught sight of Michael and Calum making kissy faces behind Luke.

"You two are so immature!" I huffed, spinning around to pick up my bags. A blush crept up my neck at the thought of Luke kissing me and I swallowed. Stalking to the center of the room, I set the three bags down and peered around the room. Where should I make them sit?

Turning towards the windows, I smiled. Marching to the corner, I began to drag the Christmas tree across the room. The boys - being the boys - ignored my presence and went back to messing around. I blew out a breath of annoyance. They're so lazy!

I managed to get the tree in front of the windows in just a few minutes, smiling triumphantly at my success. I glanced around the room once more, ignoring the rowdy boys. I spotted the big grey armchair in the opposite corner. Nobody was lounging on it, so I dragged it to the left of the tree. Backing up, I looked over my handy work with a smile. It would work.

Returning to the bags I'd dropped, I unzipped the largest one. Kneeling beside it, I pulled the out collapsible tripod and began to set it up. Angling it toward the tree, I reached for the next bag. It was slightly smaller, but not by much.