Changes. (Asa Butterfield)

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Asa rung me again and again. I switched my phone off. He knocked at the door. I ignored him. Don't get me wrong, I missed him... But I don't trust him now..

I heard him knock the door, and I plucked up the courage to answer it. At least I was decent, I'd had a shower and changed into my clothes.

"Oh Gemma." Asa said, as soon as I'd answered the door. "You don't understand how much I've missed you. I've seriously been going crazy. Please forgive me? Please please please?" I glared at him for a while, then pulled him inside.

"I forgive you," I whispered and kissed him roughly. He moaned into the kiss.

"I've missed this too," I said, dragging him by the arm up the stairs. When we got into my room, I closed the door and pounced on him this time. I pulled at the hem of his t-shirt and he let me take it off.

"Gemma, I've fucking missed you," He said, kissing down my stomach. I tangled my hands in his hair. We heard the door open, just as Asa was taking off my shorts. Guess who it was? Yeah, JUSTIN.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" He yelled, backing out of my room and putting his hands over his eyes. I squealed, and pulled my top back on and my shorts back up. Asa covered himself with my One Direction blanket.

"Gemma! You're only sixteen! And, you! What have I told you?" Justin barked, looking at me, then to Asa.

"Look! It was my fault! Have you ever heard of KNOCKING?!" I yelled, putting my arm around Asa.

"Well, yeah! But I never thought in a millions years I'd walk in on you 'getting it on'" He said, miming being sick.

"We weren't 'getting it on' thank you very much! And anyway, I've walked in on you on several occasions!" I said, miming being sick back. "Don't you DARE tell mom," I added.

"U-um, I don't know.." Justin stammered.

"JUSTIN!" I screamed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" He backed straight out of my room, closing the door behind him. I looked at Asa and we burst out laughing.