5sos Preferences And Imagines

#10.1 He Hits You: Ashton

"Get it, (Y/n), get it!" Ashton yelled excitedly. You two were playing tennis on the Wii Sports game, and Calum had decided come over to 'watch you two fail miserably and get your asses beaten'. So far, Calum has been out of luck; you and Ashton had beaten every opponent you two had gone up against. You could tell he had gotten bored after he went to 'take a nap' in Ashton's room. You knew 'take a nap' meant 'go through his things, mess them up, and see if I can find any condoms in his room' in Calum's dictionary. You and Ash haven't gone that far yet, and he doesn't have any condoms you know of either. Calum, though, was determined to prove he was right about you not being a virgin anymore. If that'll keep him occupied and out of my hair for an hour, I'm cool with that, you thought to yourself.

You and Ashton continued to play together for a little while, and then he decided to take a break for a little bit.

"So, Ashton, you seemed to behaving fun. Enthusiastic," you teased.

"Well, I was doing most of the work," he crossed him arms.

"Were not!" You pretended to be offended. "If anything, I was doing more than you!"

"How about we test that? One on one; you and me," he challenged.

"Challenge accepted," you narrowed your eyes playfully.

"How long should this match be?" He asked.

"Not long," you replied. "I'm hungry."

"Well, I'll make it short then," he smiled as he selected the game settings. "Prepare to get your sweet ass kicked!" He giggled.

Well, he was pretty good, but you were a little better...not really. To be honest, you got your 'sweet ass kicked'. He turned to you before he served the final shot. He giggled, "you're dead."

He pressed the A button to begin the serve, and you got ready to hit it back. However, you were knocked to the floor as Ashton's Wii remote collided with your face.

"Oh my gosh! (Y/n)! Are you okay?!" He asked quickly. He dropped his Wii remote, and he kneeled beside you. "I'm so sorry!" He apologized, helping you up. Your right eye was watering, and your cheek hurt.

"Yeah, I'm good," you shrugged. "But that hurt!" You giggled a little, "tone down the excitement!"

He giggled, "sorry! I wanted to win."

"Well, I'll give you credit! That's one way to do it!"

"Yeah, but the not-intended way!" He laughed. "Do you need some ice?" He asked.

"Yeah, I do," you replied with a nod. He went into the kitchen, and he returned with a bag of ice. He put it to your cheek gently, and you held it there.

"Sorry," he apologized again. "Can I make it up to you with pizza?" He asked.

"You know how to bribe an apology out of me, don't you?" You teased.

"Of course I do," he giggled, picking up the phone. He kissed your okay cheek. "Be right back," he smiled before walking into the other room to order the pizza.