Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

45 | Studio

ASHLEY'S POV

I knew where we were headed, but I was still acting all giddy as if it were a surprise.

I let Michael drive because he felt useless and wanted to do something. I was sat in the passenger seat, my ass barely even on the chair. I've been doing annoying vocal warm-ups since I showered, up until now and I'm writing a mental note to thank Michael for being so patient with me.

The car slowed to a halt and I almost screamed out of anxiousness and fear and enthusiasm.

"Here's your stop, baby." He said, leaning back in his seat, letting go of the steering wheel and looking at me expectantly.

"My stop?" I reached over and pulled the key out of the ignition, hand on the car door. "No, our stop."

I got out, walking towards the steps, stopping on the first one. I turned back, my flannel following the gush of wind. I saw Michael following me, a wide grin on his face. We linked arms and resumed are journey inside.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked, his smile so contagious my own lips quirked into one.

"Oh, nothing." He dropped my hand, moving it to wrap around my waist. We talked to the receptionist lady and she gave us directions to the studio.

"Don't you 'nothing' me. Tell me what's so funny." He kissed the side of my head before answering.

"I'm just really proud of you." He smiled at me. "Ever since I heard you sing when you were getting ready for our date, I knew you would make it far. And now I'm seeing my expectation come to reality and I'm just proud of my little baby."

"I'm ten months older than you." I rolled my eyes at him.

"But I'm much more mature than you'll ever be." He pinched my nose.

"I don't know if that's an insult, or if you're just being a little too cocky again." I chuckled, and then stopped walking as we arrived at the door. "Here we are."

"Go ahead, babe. Enter." He stepped back, allowing me to do this.

"What do I do? Do I knock? Do I call? Is there some kind of doorbell? I don't k-"

"Ashley, breathe." I did so. "Just knock twice and open."

I did and as I opened the door, I saw four men sitting in a lounge area.

"Who are you?" A man wearing a business suit glared, speaking in an angry tone.

"Uh.. I'm Ashley? Ashley Frangipane? The girl on the video that you commented on? I was requested to come here.." I said, picking on my fingernails nervously. One foot on the other, constantly pushing down to keep my state of mind fixated on Earth.

"Right! Yes, yes. Come in. I see you brought a... friend." He said, ushering us inside. "I'm Mr. Snidel."

"Hey, Mr. Snidel. This is my boyfriend, actually. You might know him." Michael waved shortly as we sat down opposite of him on a black leather couch.

"I'm Michael Clifford. Guitarist. Ever heard of Five Seconds Of Summer?" He spoke every word with pride, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Ah, yes. 5 S O S. Boyband. Teenage heartthrobs." He spoke, almost with disgust.

"Uh, it's five sauce, and I wouldn't say we're a boyband. We play instruments." He said, trying to control his annoyance.

"So do The Beatles." He retorted.

"Yeah, Metallica are a four-piece male band who plays instruments, but you wouldn't exactly call them a boyband, right?" Michael snapped back. I have to admit, that comeback was great.