it was three days right after the duct tape shift that i saw ashton again, let me paint the picture for you: i was at a club, alone ... well, not alone but my friends have left me to grind with some people they've just met, which is to me, utter betrayal! you do not leave a friend alone, especially at a club. i am not good with drunk people, heck - i am not good with people AT ALL ... except when i'm at work, because that's where i get paid (irrelevant).
okay ... anyway, i was alone at the bar with a cup of water in hand, carefully not trying to be influenced by my intoxicated friends to get 'blackout' drunk even if they KNEW i was the designated driver. of course they left me for some cute strangers, the dj was playing remixes that had the vibe of "let's grind with each other on the dance floor" which i was not in the mood for.
before i continue my story, let me describe what the inside of the bar looked like. at the very front was a stage (where the dj and some local bands play) and in front of the stage were some chairs and tables, behind those chairs was the dance floor - and at the very side of that dance floor was the large ass bar with the bathroom at the back. nobody sat at the chairs in front because every one was busy -(either getting drunk at the bar or getting busy at the dance floor, neither of which i was doing) so when the dj announced a band was playing, i decided that the band was worth my interest and attention more than these oversexed and wasted beings.
i sat at the front of the bar waiting for the band, and when the band was finally setting up - my eyes immediately fluttered upon ashton. he was wearing a plain white muscle tee with a black bandana that prevented his bangs from hanging in front of his eyes.
"hey ashton!" i shout as i waved at him, his eyes flickered onto me and a grin appears on his lips as he waves back, careful not to make the bass drum fall. i raise a thumbs up at him before he continues setting up his drums, i focus my attention to the other 3 members - the tall and blond guy, a blue haired guy, and a curly brunette guy.
as the band finished setting up and the stage lights went on, some of the people who settled down in tables next to me whooped and yay-ed, i grinned at ashton and mouthed him a "good luck" before the band started a song and i swore he winked at me just before the first song.
"hey everybody, i'm luke," the tall, blond guy says.
"and i'm michael, shout out to the drunk ladies who're intoxicated enough to find me handsome!" the blue haired guy says, earning a few laughs from the crowd.
"i'm calum, i'd totally find you handsome, even with only one cup of beer michael" the brunette says, winking at michael.
"and i'm ashton, shut up calum." ashton starts.
"and we are 5 seconds of summer!" the band says, beginning a cover of what i like about you, the crowd cheers on and i shout with them as they sing, stealing glances and smiles from all of the other members. a few original songs and covers later, the band finished with the crowd cheering and the dj entering the stage again.
i was staying in my seat finishing the bottle of water when ashton arrived from backstage with his hair still in a bandana and a plain black shirt, i watch him search the crowd until our eyes meet.
he walks up to me and smiles, what a killer, "hey hannah!" he shouts over the music, another dumb song with horny vibes.
"hey, you were pretty good out there!" i shout back, smiling at him.
"thanks! want me to buy you a drink!" he asks, it was much more of a yell than a question though.
i nod at him as he grabs me by my hand and leads me to the bar, making him stop a few times for the few people that congratulated his band.
we finally reached the bar, the slight feeling of coldness overcoming my hand as he lets go and signals the bartended for 2 whiskeys.
"i didn't actually see you as a bar girl." he leans to me, saying this at my ear, his breath hot at my nape.
"are you kidding me? i love bars! sweat and beer and barf all over the place, horny people, oh god! i love it! so much! just like home!" i say, every word dripping with sarcasm (well, except the last part, but we'll go there later in the story)
"ha! sarcasm!" he remarks, making the both of us laugh.
our drinks arrive and he cheers, gulping his shot as a certain thought comes to mind. "i can't drink, ashton. i'm the designated driver." i smile at him softly, he nods and takes my drink, laughing. "cheers to me, then?" he laughs.
i watch him as he takes shot to shot to shot until he's drunk. "wait, are you sure you can drive home in this condition?" i ask him.
he giggles, "oh, haaaaannahhhh! i totally haaaave no ideaaa if the lads deserted me or not!"
"what the fuck? how can you, how can you go home?" i say, eyeing the shot he was about to drink next and taking it. "no more drinks, ashton. this is serious matter."
he giggles, "o-key-do-key, hannah!" he salutes. i now have two problems: ashton and my friends.
before i could reply to him, my phone rings and i give ashton a signal to wait before getting my phone.
"hey hannah!" the familiar voice says, it was obviously my friend jessica, a crowd cheers as she greets me. and then i realize...my friends left me.
"kelsie and i are at another party, you can definitely go home now!" jessica screams at the phone, i tell them to take care and she laughs and hangs up, as kelsie sings to "i will survive" at the background.
well, that solved one problem on itself. one problem left — ashton.
author's note: this chapter was literally so shitty! sorrrrrry! )-:
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late nights | a.i
Любовные романы❝you were the excitement i needed but i never knew i wanted, and fuck ashton - you told me how to live! you became my moon, my whole night and day, and i loved every bit.❞ -thoughts by hannah.
