― UNKNOWN NUMBER! (IRWIN)

4

Call me crazy, but it sort of hurts like shit when a famous band member that you're in love with basically says they don't love you.

I didn't wasn't to talk to him, yet he called whenever he had free time, it seemed. He left voicemails too.

"Nikki, what did I do wro-"

Skip.

"I'm sor-"

No thanks.

"Just let me expl-"

Next.

"I need to ta-"

Ha nope.

There are more but I don't want to go through them. I think I've gone insane, considering the fact I'm ignoring Ashton Irwin for fucks sake.

I set my phone down and looked at the clock.

"Shit!"

I was supposed to be babysitting 10 minutes ago.

Ashton

She was the only thing on my mind. I didn't understand what I'd done but I was determined to fix it.

I had called so many times and been led straight to voicemail. I'm not going to lie it was frustrating.

I called her once more before the show and half expected it to go to voicemail. It shockingly didn't.

"Hello?"

"Hello...?"

Her voice was raspy like she was really tired.

"Shoot! I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"Ashton?"

"Yeah it's me sorry I forgot about time zones,"

"Look Ashton I have to g-"

She was cut off by the sound of two screaming kids.

"I have to go,"

"Oh ok...talk later?"

"Sure whatever,"

I could hear her yell "be quiet" as she hung up the phone.

Did she have kids? Or siblings? Gosh, there was so much I didn't know about this girl.

"Nikki Braelynn Frey,"

I whispered it softly.

"What else don't I know about you?"