Leaving (An Ashton Irwin Fan Fic) *in major editing*

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*edited*

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Darcy's POV:

As the pub was pretty much empty, our breakfasts arrived quite fast. "You like Ashton." My brother repeated for the third time in the last ten minutes. I have literally done nothing to show that I show any interest in this boy so I don't understand how he has this ridiculous idea in his head.

"And why would you think that?" I questioned the lad. Maybe if I had actually spoke to the boy in any way since we arrived then he may have gotten the idea for an actual reason but I haven't. He's barely even made any eye contact with me at all so the evidence for Calum's conclusion are pretty much non existent.

He turned back round to face me and point to his head. "It's that twin tuition thing, I swear we have it." Calum had been addament since I can remember that we can read each others thoughts. He genuinely thinks that he knows what I'm thinking and vice versa. I've tried it multiple times with him just to prove that it's wrong but he won't even believe me when the test failed.

"I hope you know that's for identical twins, Calum. We literally only shared the womb, not chromosomes." I've told him many a times before but he never listens.

Ashton stood at the closer end of the bar now as we ate our food on a table that was near. The boy didn't take much notice of what was going on around him, he mainly had his face buried in his phone. Steve had came back down only a couple of minutes ago and told him not to be on it whilst he was in plain view but he still ignored the rules from his boss. He looked like he had a huge chip on his shoulder and I'm struggling to see what Calum thinks I see in him.

It didn't take long for either of us to finish out breakfasts and around fifteen minutes later Steve was back downstairs clearing off our table. "Can I have a word with you mate?" He directed at Calum and told him to follow him upstairs for a couple of minutes. Calum looked over at me as if asking if I was okay to be left alone downstairs whilst he spoke to the man. I nodded at my brother and he got up and followed the man telling me that he would only be a couple of minutes.

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Calum's POV:

I felt bad for leaving Darcy but I knew that this gave me the perfect opportunity to speak to him about getting a few more gigs at the pub. Without Steve's help then I doubt I would be in to singing as much as I am now. It's weird to think that something I hold so closely to my heart might not of been there if I hadn't of met Luke's dad. It's almost as if I have become addicted to the adrenalin high of performing to people, nothing compares to it and it's all down to him.

Steve sat me down in the living room to his apartment above the pub and flashed me a huge smile. "You're never going to guess what I've gone and done." Knowing Steve he's probably gone and had his midlife crisis. I wouldn't put it past him to have bought a motorbike or plane tickets for across the world, he's that kind of person so that's the reason why I suggested them very ideas to him. Steve is very spontaneous like that but I failed to see how it affected me so much. "As much as I would love to go to Mauritius, no. I've got someone to come and watch you perform."

My heart began thumping in my chest, so heavily that the beat seemed to be all that I could hear. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? "What kind of someone?" My expectations of what he was about to say faulter end my ability to speak proper English but I couldn't care less in the moment. I stood from the seat that I was sat on, unable to contain many of actions.

"A couple of months ago I had a man come and watch one of your gigs in the pub." Holy shit. What performance? "He wanted to sign you, Calum. Because of your past living situation I knew that you wouldn't be able to accept the offer so I told him to wait until today and he has." My whole entirety was shocked in to silence. Nothing. My hands were shaking at my sides until I finally managed to lift them and cover my face with them. This couldn't be happening, things like this don't happen to me.

Tears began to brim in my eyes. I've done it. I told Darcy I would do it and I have. I've done it. Nothing sounds more perfect that the words that just fell from Steve's lips. "Tell me this isn't some kind of practical joke."

"You're being signed, Calum." If I could record those words and repeat them for the rest of my life I would be more than happy. "He's coming again to see you perform tonight. You're not busy are you?" Tonight? Holy crap. What am I going to sing? What am i going to wear?

Steve pushed me for an answer and out of my crazy line of thoughts. "Busy?" I repeated. "I've had no plans my entire life."

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Darcy's POV:

"Are you going to drink that?" Ashton approached me and directed at my barely drinken hot chocolate that he had made for me about 20 minutes ago. I took my attention away from my twitter feed and to the boy who was awaiting my response.

He was stood at the edge of the table, a hand already prepared to take away my drink. "Yeah I am." He had the most amazing shade of hazel eyes that matched the lightness of his hair amazingly. All of his features seemed to be sculpted to perfection, nothing untowards at all. However the arrogance that he's portrayed so far is equivalent to him having an ass on his face.

He noticed at my gaze that was quite obviously checking out him out but he said nothing, only smirked. "But it's cold." He half laughed.

"I like it cold." I took my attention away from the boy and back to my phone. I actually have never tried a cold hot chocolate I just wanted to prove him wrong. He looks like no one has ever told him no so I thought I would give it a shot.

"Of course you do." He remarked obviously not believing the lie that I had just told. To continue along with the web of lies that I was slowly contructing I took a long sip of the cold drink. To be fair it wasn't too bad but I would much prefer my hot chocolate to be hot. I wasn't going to show him that though so I looked up at the boy and flashed him a huge and overly dramatic grin.

I put the large mug down on the table in front of me and slid it away from where Ashton was standing. "I've had better cold hot choloates but it's not too bad." I would be lying if I said that I wasn't enjoying putting him in his place. Someone had to do it.

"I'm Ashton." He stuck his hand out for me to shake. I grabbed one of his fingers and shook that instead of fully shaking his hand. He grabbed his pen and notepad out from the back of his trouser pockets and laid it out flat on the table. "What's your number?" He offered me the pen, his arrogance portraying once again.

I recited my number far too quickly for him to catch. "And what's yours?" I challenged the boy. He flicked the pen back around so that he was able to write with it and proceeded in writing out eleven numbers on to his notepad. He tore off of the page, reached across the table and stuck it under my mug.

"Call me when you want to prove it." He tapped the edge of the mug with that fucking pen and then finally left me in peace.