All Kinds of Luck (Ashton 5SOS fanfic)

Six.

Six.

After just getting off the phone to my mum and dad, my ringtone sounded again. I sighed, picking up.

'Hello?'

'Hi, Bethany, it's me. Are you busy tonight?'

It was Mr T. Why would he be calling me to ask such a thing?

'Not really, no. Why?'

'I was wondering if you could do me a favour,' he began. 'I was hoping to go out with my wife tonight, but we haven't got anyone to look after the kids.'

Ah. Great.

'So you're asking me to babysit?'

'Uh, yes... only if you want to, though. I know it's a Saturday night and you probably want to go clubbing and things but it'd be great if you could sit them for a couple hours.'

That really is depressing; my university lecturer has a better social life than me. I hadn't gone out anywhere other than to Uni or the grocery store for more than a week.

Guess I'd better tell Mr T I can babysit his kids, then.

'Sure. I'm not doing anything else,' I told him. Mr T sounded like he might be grinning widely.

'Really? Thank you, Bethany, this is very kind of you. I'll drop Reece and Clara off in an hour.

For some reason, I chose to take a shower before they kids arrived; I hardly needed to be super fresh for a 5 year old and a 6 year old. I didn't go fully insane though, only changing into sweats and a t-shirt.

Exactly 60 minutes after our phone conversation, Mr T and his wife were at my door with two boisterous children.

'Thanks again,' his wife smiled sweetly, Clara and Reece had raced into my apartment as soon as I opened the front door.

'No problem,' I held back a grimace, 'You two enjoy yourselves.'

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'What do you wanna do now, guys?' I asked.

'Play this again!' Reece sang, pointing a chubby little finger at some game on my phone that he and his younger sister had been playing for the past half hour. I didn't even remember having it, but it didn't matter - as long as it kept them entertained.

'I want to play it too!' Clara agreed loudly. I cringed a bit, my head a little sore from all their squealing.

Their was a knock on the front door, causing me to stand.

'Alright, you can play that again. But share it. I'm going to get the door,' I told them, before leaving them sprawled out on my double bed and walking out of my room.

When I opened the front door, I was met by shiny brown eyes framed by black reading glasses.

'Hey, Ashton, what are you doing here?'

'Hey. Uh, you left a couple of bobby pins at my house after the movie night with the boys the other day...'

'Oh, thanks, Ash! You came all this way to give me them?' I smiled, a little confused. He nodded, handing me the two little, brown hair pins.

'Er, can I come in?' He said shyly.

'Please,' I replied with a giggle, 'I'm babysitting my teachers' kids and all their yelling is driving me insane.'

'Aw, cute. Nanny Beth,' Ashton smirked, nudging my shoulder. I nudged him back.

'Hey, not funny.'

'It is a little,' he winked at me.

We sat down on my couch, before I stood up again, remembering my manners.

'Want a drink?' I asked, heading towards the door.

'Yes, please,' Ashton smiled before I disappeared into the kitchen. I shortly came back, carrying two glasses of alcohol and the rest of the bottle under my arm.

'I only have wine, I hope that's okay,' I gave a small smile as I handed him a glass of red. He returned the smile.

'That's perfect.'

I took a sip from my glass, the strong liquid somewhat relaxing me; easing my stress and worries.

'So where are these little monkeys you were talking about?' Ashton asked, referring to Reece and Clara.

'In my bedroom playing games. They've probably broken my iPhone in half by now,' I chuckled.

'Well, at least you've got them shut in one room,' he shrugged, getting up and going over to the front door, pulling off his shoes and setting them down.

Almost as if they were listening at the door, two small children crept out of my bedroom, giggling not-so-quietly. They went silent when they saw Ashton, Clara rushing over to me.

'Beth, did you know there's a man in your house?' She whispered, wide eyed. Ashton and I laughed.

'Yes, it's okay Clara, he's my friend,' I told her, stroking her hair as she clung to me in fright.

'Is that alcohol?' Reece asked.

'No... What... Where?' Ashton asked the 6 year old boy, before winking at me as he hid our glasses of wine behind his back.

'It is!' Reece screamed. 'You're going to die, alcohol kills people!'

'What's alcohol?' Clara asked loudly.

'Shh, shh,' I held my finger to my lips. I didn't really fancy that headache I'd just gotten rid of returning.

After more than half an hour of Reece and Clara's yelling competition, their parents arrived. I was more than thankful they had come to get the kids, Ashton and I couldn't get them to shut up. Mr T and his wife insisted on paying me, and I really didn't have to be persuaded that much.

Once they'd gone, I flopped back down onto the couch.

'Thanks for helping with them, they're so damn hyper,' I sighed.

'That's okay,' Ashton chuckled, 'theyre cute minus the screaming.'

I laughed, finishing off my wine and getting up to pour us both a third glass. We chatted and drank the third and before we knew it we were pouring a fourth. I was starting to feel quite intoxicated, and I could tell Ashton was too by the way his eyes looked heavy and his words became stretched out as he moved his pink lips.

He noticed me staring at him and let out a playful growl, pulling me into his chest. I giggled, pulling his glasses off his face as he kept his arm around me.

'You look good without your glasses.'

'Is that so?' He smirked.

'You look good with them on, too,' I added, slowly placing them back on his nose. As I pulled my hand away from his glasses, my fingers grazed along his cheek. He pressed his forhead to mine, and we sat their in our embrace, heads touching, as I verbally described his appearance.

'...your deep brown eyes and long lashes. That cute nose. Your dimples and slightly raised eyebrows when you smile and-'

'Beth?' Ashton cut me off.

'Hmm?'

'Kiss me.' The urgency in his slow, quiet tone tied my stomach into knots as I nodded slowly before crashing my lips to his. His tongue slid along my bottom lip, pleading for entrance for which i didn't hesitate to give. My hands went up to his hair as he held me by the waist, our tongues fighting hungrily for dominance. I was kissing him for a second drunken time, and it felt so good.

There was no denying the fact that I had been waiting for this. The feel of his lips against mine had been haunting me for weeks.