Before moving my eyes back to Ashton, I take a glance at Harry and I notice his jaw is quite tight. He looks so tense.
"Hey, Ashton." I smile shyly and feel Harry shift a bit closer to my body.
"Nice to see you again, man." Ashton smiles at Harry and moves his hand forward but Harry just looks at him. "Alright." He puts his hand back in his pocket.
After Harry's little outburst on their first occasion of meeting you would think he got the hint. But Ashton doesn't see anything wrong. He never did.
"I didn't think I'd see you here." Ashton takes a sip from his red cup.
"Yeah, I don't always come."
"You never wanted to go to parties when we were together." He laughs.
Harry cocks his head to the left a little bit at Ashton's words.
"Well maybe things have changed, mate." Harry chimes in.
"Just don't get her wasted. She gets insane when wasted."
I've been 'wasted' once. Yes, I've had drinks before but never an insane amount. The one time I was 'wasted' it was really Ashton's fault. He handed me a drink that tasted so fruity, I thought it was just juice with a very very low amount of vodka, so I had multiple ones. Little did I know it wasn't vodka and it also wasn't a very very low amount of whatever it was. He never told me. And what happened was that I started dancing on a table, but so many girls do that even when sober. Then when we got back to Ashton's apartment, I took off my shirt and crawled on top of his body while we were laying in bed and started to kiss his chest. It wasn't insane but he twists the story around, though he shouldn't be telling it.
While I was kissing his chest, he tried to unhook my bra and push my head lower. And though I was intoxicated, I still have a mind and I still have standards. No one will take advantage of me. Not even the one who "loves me."
"What happens when she's wasted? Hm?" Harry asks.
"Maybe you'll get lucky and find out tonight." Ashton smirks. "I'll see you guys around. Nice seeing you Bells, you look gorgeous." He winks and walks away.
"I'm going to beat the shit out of that guy." Harry looks around, I'm assuming for Ashton.
I get in front of his body and grab his arms, rubbing them slowly up and down as if he was cold.
"He's just saying it to piss you off."
"Yeah, well it fucking worked. Who the fuck does that? You're standing right in front of me and compliment my girlfriend? Like that? Are you fucking mental?"
Even in his heated state I get butterflies when he refers to me as his girlfriend. I don't think I'll ever get used to that.
"It means nothing; he means nothing. Please don't let it bother you." I put my right hand on his face and rub my thumb along his cheek.
I'm trying to calm him down but it doesn't really seem to be working as he still looks through crowds of people for Ashton.
"I should really fucking hurt him."
"No, you shouldn't. Please, Harry. Let's just have a good time. Don't let him get to you, he's an immature ass. I'm with you. Not him."
He makes eye contact with me for the first time in minutes and his eyes begin to soften.
"Fine," he sighs "but if he makes one more comment-"
"I know, you'll kill him." I finish his sentence and we both laugh a little.
