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Chapter Seventy Two

Chapter Seventy Two

"How long have you been planning to come here?" I ask Niall as I lay with my feet in his lap and my head in Ashton's.

"Since you were in Sydney with the boys. It was Ashton's idea actually," Niall says to me before looking down at my feet, a devious smirk on his face.

My eyes widen when I realise what he's about to do so I quickly move my feet from his lap, "No Horan. Don't you dare touch my feet. They are off limits!"

My feet are so ticklish. I cannot handle anyone touching my feet. When I was at the physio when I first broke my knee, I had to restrain myself from kicking the physio in the face every time he touched my foot. It was the most difficult think I have ever done in my life. I'm just saying, if you touch my feet, I am not responsible for what happens to your face on any other part of you body. 

"Is there any other areas that are off limits?" Harry asks, a smirk evident in his voice.

I see Louis hit him over the back of the head and I feel Ashton stiffen underneath me, "Yes there are but you'll never find out what they are Styles."

Stupid Harry Styles and his flirting. I know he's doing it as a joke and that's fine, just as long as he doesn't do it all the time. Then it would annoy me. But I know the boys will keep him in line but I feel like it is because they know something I don't. I'm not sure what it is, obviously because I just said I don't know, but I know that there is something there that they are keeping from me.

I see Niall as he lifts his eyebrow up and down, his hands moving closer to my feet, "Ticklish are we Fisher?"

"No," I lie.

"That was the biggest lie you have ever told," he laughs but it sounds somewhat strained.

Maybe because he knows that it isn't the biggest lie I have ever told.

"I'm not ticklish," I mumble, ignoring his statement.

He sends me a big cheesy grin before he starts tickling my feet. I let out a squeal as I try to get away from him, my knee protesting as my legs kick at his hands. With my knee like this, it's really not a good thing for him to be tickling my feet. As I continue to kick at his hands, I feel a sharp pain shoot through my knee, causing me to clutch the sore joint.

"Stop Ni, stop. That was not a smart idea," I say stiffly while gritting my teeth together.

His hands instantly stop, a guilty yet worried expression falling on his face, "I'm so sorry Mil. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Ni, just kicking at your hands was a bit much for my knee."

"You sure you're alright Milly?" Ashton asks me, his hands still running through my hair.

I nod, sending him what I hope is a convincing smile, "Yep. I'm sure. Now, what are our plans for today because as much as I love your company boys, sitting around here and doing nothing is not very fun."

Another lie. Not that they would know that. These boys are actually so fun and I love being around them but when we're just sitting around having small conversations while watching the television, isn't good for me and my thoughts. In all honesty, it makes the voices in my head run wild and makes me overthink everything going on in my life.

"Well I suppose we could do something. What would you like to do?" Liam asks me, taking control and being his usual daddy direction self.

I'm actually surprised that he didn't freak out about my knee like he usually does. And now that I think about it, Ashton hasn't said much since we got here. He's spoken a little bit but he's been relatively quiet which is quite unlike him. I mean, there are some days when he gets upset and isn't his usual self but...But he is upset. I upset him.

I tried to push him away. I hurt his feelings. I broke his heart saying what I did. I told him not to come near me and it hurt him. I am such a screw up. Why would I do that to him when he has been nothing but nice and lovely and the most perfect person you could ever meet. I am such a terrible person. I cannot live with myself knowing that I have hurt this selfless man so much that I've pushed him to breaking point.

"Milly?"

I let my eyes move back into focus as I sit up on the couch, "I umm...I'll be back."

"Love are you okay?"

Ignoring the voice, I stand up, grabbing my crutches and hobbling into the bedroom and shutting the door behind me. I throw them onto the ground with a thud before sliding down the door and wrapping my arms around my knees. Why on earth would I do that to Ashton? Why would I push him away like that? Why am I such a screw up when it comes to life and relationships and just everything?

I know I probably say that I am a screw up a lot but it's true and I guess I just need people to realise that so they don't get too close to me and end up hurting me. But I suppose there isn't anything I can do when it comes to the boys. I'm already so deep in my relationships with them that pushing them away now would be like them leaving. It would hurt just as much.

Knowing this, I don't know why I tried to push Ashton away. Maybe it was because I'ms cared that I'm going to fall even more in love with him and if something happens between us, it will literally kill me. Saying it will kill me does not even begin to describe the pain that losing him would cause me.

It would be worse than the pain that losing the ability to dance caused me.

That end sentence though 0_0 

Guys I could have updated this at like midnight this morning because I was awake and the chapter was finished but I didn't. I really should have shouldn't I? 

Anywho...

I swear these authors notes are the most boring thing I've ever read in my life. Oops. 

So I've started working on my new book Without Words. The one chapter I've got it going strong. I'm making it an AU story so that will be the first time ever but I think it'll be great. 

QOTC: If you read Wattpad on a phone or iPad or something like that, do you have it on scroll or pages?? 

I used to have it as pages but I've just recently changed it to scroll. 

ILYSM!

SWAG ON!

~TJ xoxoxoxo