5SOS Imagines and Preferences

My Girl- A.I

Can we talk about this picture cause I want to be on my knees in front of him...

Ashton's POV

"Hey Mate! We didn't mean it!" Luke tried to grab my attention as I stormed out if the kitchen, out if the house, and away from him.

I couldn't take it! The hate was getting to be too much. And it didn't help that Calum was making fun of it all. Saying things like, "Well...some of it is true." which really passed me off.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just going out." I said through gritted teeth. I can't believe that my own mates would make fun of me like this. The Sounds Live Feels Live tour was only half way through and I feel like a piece of Shit on the bottom of someone's shoe.

My feet carried me away and brought me to a small cafe. I hope no one notices me here. I'm not really in the mood to talk to anyone. I mean, I love the fans but I don't want them to see me like this.

Broken and vulnerable.

"Hey, now. Why are you so upset?" I turned toward a voice and saw an angel.

Not legit. But ya know, a super gorgeous girl.

"Its nothing. You wouldn't get it." I whispered. I can't just go around and telling people my business. That's weird... Really weird...

"Trust me, I've been in every situation there is possible to be in." She nodded and grinned at me, showing her white teeth and beautiful mouth. (Ya know a mouth can be beautiful. Just look at Luke Hemmings ok?)

"Have you ever been in a band that tours world wide?" I asked, raising an eye brow slightly.

"That's a toughie, but yeah...I wasn't in the band but my dad was. So naturally, I toured with him. I was their opening act as well." She chuckled and took my hand slightly.

"Want some coffee? Maybe tea?" She questioned, I pulled my wallet out but she put her hands over mine which held the leather items.

"On me, but you have to tell me what's wrong...?" I smirked a bit, which she returned slightly then wiped it off as fast as I had formed.

"Only if you tell me who your dad is..." She giggled cutely, triggering my own and we continued our fit of laughter until people started glaring at us.

"And they mocked me for getting hate!" I finished, she had been listening, and not once had she tried to bribe me into doing something stupid, asked for my autograph, or to do anything for that matter.

"I think they were just trying to help...in their own..different way." I laughed and she scoffed sarcastically.

"Now that I've told you what my sob story is, tell me yours!" She giggled and waved her hand slightly. "Okay, okay."

She smiled faintly and grinned adorably up at me from across the table.

"BillieJoe Armstrong is my dad." She smiled. My mouth dropped and immediately her smiled faded. It seemed as though she didn't want to say who she was.

"Crap...why did I tell you?" She asked. I closed my mouth and looked at her genuanly interested.

"I-I'm sorry I'm just surprised. You did kinda remind me if him..."