Sex & Sentiments Part Two// Ashton Irwin

Publicity & Propositions

"Guys!" I hear Michael yell, before he bursts through Ashton's bedroom door, holding a laptop in his hands, "we have over 500 thousand views on Gotta Get Out!"

The rest of the boys flock to him, as he sets the laptop down on Ashton's desk.

"No way!" Calum says, as he scrolls through the comments.

Since their gig, they had started uploading their covers, and original songs to youtube. They were becoming really popular, really fast. They had become pretty popular within our school too. They couldn't walk down the hall without someone commenting on how great they were. Of course, there were a few people that couldn't care less, or tried to diminish their talents by saying it was all luck.. but we all knew how hard they had worked for this, and they deserved every ounce of success they were getting.

"How crazy is this?" Lana takes the seat beside me, handing me a bottle of water, "they are really blowing up!"

"Yeah," I say, trying to sound excited for them, "it's crazy."

"So when do you guys leave?" Lana calls out to them, though they were so engrossed in their own video, they had barely noticed. "Yoo-hoo!" she calls again.

Ashton spins around, "Sorry, what?"

"When do you guys leave for the One Direction tour?"

I try to ignore my heart sinking, but it was very unavoidable.

Ashton must've noticed, "Umm, like, when school finishes I think.." he says awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he does so.

"Wow," Lana says, "That's like, soon."

"Yeah," Ashton sighs, "it is."

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It seemed like at school the boys had become all anyone could talk about. I almost tried to avoid walking with any of them, just so I wouldn't be stared at.

"Archer!" I hear a loud booming voice behind me, and spin on my heel at once.

"Mr Whitton?" I ask, feeling strange calling him by his surname, rather than Witty.

"Have you seen Irwin and his lot?"

"Ahh," I say, trying to think back to when I last saw them, but also trying to stall in case they were in trouble.. "I'm not sure, why's that?"

"Apparently," Witty begins grumpily, "there are a few reporters here who insist on getting an interview with them, as if I have time for this nonsense.." He grumbles, as he continues on his mission to find them.

I begin walking to English, when I notice Ashton hanging around some lockers, surrounded by three girls I've never seen before.

"You're so talented," a tall red-head tells him.

"I looooove drummers," a dark, black haired girl tells him.

"Ashton!" I call at him, suddenly feeling very angry.

"Oh, sorry girls, have to go." He tells them, and they all collectively awwwww as he walks away.

I roll my eyes at them, and they all shoot me peircing looks.

"Witty's looking for you." I tell him straight.

"Witty?" He asks confused, "Why?"

"Something about reporters wanting an interview.."

"Oh fuck. I completely forgot about that." He says, starting to walk away, but I walk quickly after him.

"You knew?"