Memories of last night fill my head as I roll into Ashton’s arms once again. I mentally groan, I gave into him, I did what I said I wasn’t going to do, I failed. I climb out of bed, walking into the bathroom turning on the sink; I wash my face and walk out of the room. Today is Saturday, I think. I walk back in the bedroom, grabbing my phone off the bedside table. I steal a glance at Ashton, he looks so much better than he did last night, his hair still messy, but attractive. He’s beautiful, he really is. He stirs and I walk out of the room, and down to the kitchen.
I start a pot of coffee and sit at the kitchen table in silence, I’ll need to talk to Ashton, but I don’t know what to say, or how to handle it. The coffee pot dings signaling that my coffee is done; I get up, pouring myself a cup and adding some creamer.
“Morning,” I say to Ashton as he walks down the stairs into the kitchen,
“Morning,” he mumbles back, “do you have any Advil?” He asks I nod pointing to the cupboard by the microwave. He takes it and we stand there in awkward silence.
I take drinks from my coffee and scroll through Twitter, trying to avoid awkward confrontation that’s bound to happen.
“About last night,” he says, oh boy, here’s the awkward confrontation I was talking about, “I just want to thank you for coming, I realize you didn’t have to and I’m not exactly a giddy drunk either. I remember what you said to me, about being fond of me in a non-drunken state and I want to change. For you and for the kids, I don’t want to be the same guy. I don’t want to be just like the rest of the guys that have apparently come in and out of your life.”
“You know, last night when I left the first time, Brynlee asked if you were going to leave us like the others. I had to tell her you weren’t going to leave, but I wasn’t even sure about it at that point.” I sigh taking a drink of coffee, the warm liquid falling down my throat.
“I’m going to be honest here; I’ve only had one real girlfriend before. So this whole relationship thing, it’s new and I don’t know how to do it. In the beginning, I probably seemed like the ideal boyfriend, it was an act. I didn’t know what to do so I over compensated, and I apologize for that.” I nod, acknowledging his apology.
“I don’t know if we’re going to work, Ash,” I sigh setting down the coffee mug.
“Don’t say that, Aria,” he says stepping towards me.
“It’s true, Ashton, we’re opposites,” I say shaking my head
“Opposites attract, Ari,” he reaches out grabbing my hand. I don’t pull back, I look up at him, “I want to be there for you, Aria; I want to be the guy that tells you everything is going to be okay, even if we both know it’s not. I want to be the guy that you call ‘baby’ for the rest of your life, but most of all I want to be the guy that never lets you down and tries to brighten your days, and I know that I don’t always show my feelings the way I should, I get irritated very easily, I’m hard to love, I’m the jealous type. But, I will go to the end of the earth to be with you, we don’t need to fight there are better ways to resolve complications, and we need to figure it out,”
“I want you to be that guy to,” I whisper breaking eye contact.
“Kiss me, just once, if you don’t feel anything I’m out of here, but I’m not giving up when I know you feel something.” He says leaning in towards me, his lips brush against mine as if asking for permission. I close my eyes and lean in towards him. I can’t deny I don’t feel sparks, it wasn’t like any kiss we’ve ever shared, and it wasn’t rough and urgent rather, slow and full of passion. I pull back, resting my forehead against his, both of our eyes still closed.
“Please tell me you felt that, Aria,” he whispers, only loud enough for me to hear
“I did, Ash,” I whisper back to him equally as low
“So what now?” He asks I pull back from him, opening my eyes and shrugging.
“You need to stop drinking, no doubt about it,” he opens his mouth to say something then quickly shutting it, probably realizing it wasn’t a smart thing to say whatever it was. He nods slowly
“I don’t care if you have a beer with the mates every weekend, but I kissed you last night, your mouth tasted of liquor. That has to stop,” I say, “also, if there’s anything you need to tell me, say it now. If I found out you lied to me, it will be hell I can promise you. Is there anything?” I ask him
“Yeah, actually, there is,” he says, “hold on,” he turns around and jogs up the stairs, before returning quickly with a bag in his hand, a bag I’d never seen before.
“This is what I need to show you,” he unzips the small black bag, spilling it out on the counter. Various objects dump out, until one plastic bag catches my eye, I pick it up carefully.
“You’re smoking?” I ask him, he smokes pot, okay then. I glance around the counter top, nothing much other than that, one cigarette, and the rest various bathroom products.
“Where are the rest of these?” I ask him picking up the lone Lung Killer
“I smoked them all,” he sighs, “about the pot, it’s a habit I picked up on the road. Michael had some that a friend gave him and we all took a hit. I guess I liked it a bit more than the other guys and I got more, it’s been an addiction type of thing ever since,”
“In all honesty, I don’t care about this as long as it’s kept away from Ella and the twins. You can smoke this in my presence as long as you don’t get caught with it illegally. It is not to be used around the twins and Ella,” I say and he nods. I then pick up the cigarette, “as for this?” I break the delicate tobacco stick in half tossing it in the nearby rubbish bin.
“No drinking, no smoking, understood?”
(A/N)
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