roommates a.f.i

three

i may or may not have moved in with a really hot guy who had a kink. an interesting kink to say the least.

"ashton!" i called from the kitchen. "breakfast!" i set the plate full of pancakes on the table and walked out of the kitchen.

"ashton!" i picked my way through the dirty clothes lying in the hallway, i had yet to do the laundry. i opened his door. "i swear to god if you're still sleeping after i woke you up five times- oh."

ashton stood in his room, a towel hanging around his waist precariously, his v-line prominent. my gaze wandered up his sculpted chest as he smiled at me.

"what is it?" he asked, walking over to his dresser and pulling out clothes.

"uuh, just breakfast is ready." i quickly closed his door and walked back to the kitchen blushing.

the first week, went awkwardly like that. by the second week, we had worked out a system, i would make the meals and he would wash the dishes. i would do the clothes washing as long as he cleaned. i got the bathroom first, to shower and do my stuff. then he got the bathroom to do his stuff.

i yawned, stirring my coffee lazily as i scrolled through jobs on my laptop. another upside, free wifi.

"find anything yet?" ashton asked, as he sat down across from me. i shook my head.

"i'm getting nowhere," i sighed, "either my work experience isn't the type they're looking for, or i don't have enough work experience, and the last interview i went to as a secretary-the guy was a total creep and was checking me out the whole time, at the end of the interview he even asked me if i wanted to casually have a fuck."

ashton spat out his coffee. "really?"

i handed him a paper towel and he wiped his face. "yep," ashton studied me for a moment.

"you know, i could ask around my place for a job open," he offered. ashton worked at radio station, and was often heard making jokes on the radio. my eyes widened.

"really? that would be awesome!" i exclaimed closing my laptop. he smiled.

"no problem," he grinned finishing his coffee and standing up. he was shirtless, (again), and was wearing the same sweatpants he wore the day before. i wrinkled my nose.

"ashton, please change and throw those in the washing basket," i told him and he chuckled and started pulling down the sweatpants down. i shrieked and covered my eyes.

"not in front of me!" i yelped. ashton chuckled.

"whatever you say babygirl," my cheeks flamed as he left the kitchen. he kept calling me princess and babygirl, to be actually honest i might like it.

i said might.

"hey lauren!" michael smiled at me, his arm wrapped around his girlfriend, naomi, "we bought pizza!"

naomi laughed as i opened the door to let them in. "ignore him," she whispered to me, chuckling, "he's such a child." michael pouted.

"hey, i heard that," he grinned walking down the hall to greet ashton and calum who were already here for the little party. naomi smiled at me, her gorgeous white teeth contrasting with her dark skin. naomi and i had met before, and had immediately recognized each other as each other's old high school biology partners.

"so what's it like sharing an apartment with ashton irwin?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows, as she and i walked into the kitchen. i laughed.

"definitely, interesting," i told her about what happened yesterday, leaving out the part where he called me babygirl. she laughed.

"irwin! you fuckboy!" ashton's confused what came from the living room and then was swallowed by calum and michael's laughs.

naomi set down the pizza box on the counter and pulled out plates from the shelf.

"so, what's it like with michael?" i asked her, copying her eyebrow wiggle. she burst out laughing.

"you're just wiggling one eyebrow," naomi told me and threw my arms up with a sigh,

"i can't do it!" i groaned, she grinned.

"anyways, michael is very kinky," she whispered and i raised my eyebrows. it should've felt weird talking about her sex life, but it didn't it was quite fun. "yes, he likes to roleplay-and he sometimes calls me mistress!" she giggled at my stunned expression.

"very kinky," i mumbled and she called the boys to grab their pizza. after getting the pizza, we sat in the living room, naomi and michael sharing a chair, calum on the carpeted floor and me and ashton on the tiny couch. due to it's tiny ness we were smushed together.

"scary movie!" michael cheered and calum groaned.

"c'mon mikey," he moaned but clicked on the conjuring. we all settled into our seats. about halfway through the movie, i screamed as someone jumped out on the screen and grabbed ashton, burying my head in his chest. he chuckled.

"hey," he smiled softly down at me, whispering, "it's okay, princess, it's just a movie, see she's fine," my cheeks flushed as i looked back and i unwrapped my arms from ashton's torso to move away, but he kept his arm around my waist, not letting me get away. i stayed tense for a couple of seconds, but then lay my head down on his shoulder, and snuggled against him watching the movie. and every time i got scared, i would grab ashton's shirt and he would rub my back comfortingly.

the next morning, i may or may not have awoken spooning with ashton on the couch with pictures naomi sent of us snuggling on my phone.

aww this chapter was fun to write, naomi is actually one of my best friends who's fave is mikey:so nao-if you ever read this hope ya liked it. (yes we are bio partners)

ooh, and here we had some cute fluff.

i saw 5sos at madison square garden-which was just fucking magical for me.

signing off 7/19/16 10:39 a.m

audrey hale eastmen