Just Baby Scars (An Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction)

Xx Chapter 18: She Was Never Yours xX

A/N Hello lovelies! I'm back and better then ever. Well I'm back between the hours of 10 P.M. and 6 A.M. because well, band keeps me hella busy. But as promised to my lovely readers, new chapter. The end of this OH. MY. GOD. Hope you like it. ONWARD! Please don't forget to take my poll https://www.quotev.com/quiz/8611248/Fanfictions

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(IVY'S POV)

She whipped the door opened and I felt the unusually cool breeze hit my skin as she dragged me out. "Now we happen to have semi similar skin tones so lucky for you, my clothes with be a match for you." She looked back and I attempted a grateful smile back but I could feel it come out as more of a awkward grimace.
She weaved aimlessly through the packed parking lot, the silence between us calmly filled with the sound of cheers and chatter from within the arena. My curiosity got the better of me, causing me the break the ice. "So... how exactly are you going to get me some clothes and get back here before the concert starts in-" I slid my phone out so I could lay eyes on the time. "23 minutes." She smiled more to herself as she quickened the pace a little. "We don't have to leave, I have clothes in my car."
Rather then push the subject I let the subject go, aimlessly letting her guide me. She slowed and I focused on what we presented in front of me. A sat parked in front of me and my mouth was held slightly a gap. She snickered and released my hand, moving to her car and started digging for what I assume is clothes.
"Um..." I took a moment to carefully correlate my thoughts. "Are you, well, aware of what you are driving. Better yet what it is worth." I heard a light laugh exit the car and he head reappear above the car door. "Yes, I am." With a heavy hitch of her breath, she pulled a large duffel bag out of her car and placed it on the ground in front of me.
The words Leander Academic Academy was embroidered on the center with a large howling wolf located above it. She smiled warmly at me when I focused on her. "Oh, sorry, I um, get easily distracted." She nodded. "I've noticed, now, you're slightly taller then me so I might adjust whatever I decide on you to wear." I nodded and let her start tearing through her bag. I was only in the moment that I realized that this girl carried a giant duffel full of clothes and well, that wasn't normal. I was about to ask her if there was a reason for it but her tossing articles of clothing at me stopped me.
I . A little showy for me, but honestly, I would probably wear this if I wasn't so insecure. "You like it, good." I nodded and smiled at her. "Thank you." She seemed caught off guard at first but then she waved her hand as if brushing it off. "No biggie, I mean, yo-, you're the sister of Mi-," I kind of looked away, not liking where this was going. "Me, you're the sister of me now." I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at her, she was slightly flushed in the face as she attempted to shave where she was about to go. I laughed a little cause, although the attempt was poor, it was an attempt none the less.
"Let's just go get you changed." She grabbed my hand and we repeated what happened just seconds ago towards the arena. We flushed the badge around out necks to the man at the door that I'm 95% sure wasn't there when me and Lily left. She directed me towards the bathroom and pushed me inside standing, standing by the outside of the door as if on guard. I changed into the clothes quickly, not really wanting to keep Lily waiting for too long. "Tell me when!" Lily called in to me. "Ready," I managed to say.
The door opened quietly and I heard a gasp. I looked towards Lily and she stared at me in awe. "You look... gorgeous."I warily smiled, hearing those words that always made me uncomfortable. She walked over and tied my hair into a . "This is my iconic punky ponytail." I lightly laughed."Punky?"
"Hell yeah! And it looks sexy as fuck on you." I chuckled and looked toward the mirror. As good as I'm sure I looked, I felt like something was missing. Apparently, I wasn't the only one. "And one more thing. She pulled out a pale green box and set it on the counter. "And most importantly, makeup!" I giggled at her excitement. "Sit." She gestured towards the counter and slowly I slid onto it. She pulled out several shades of foundation and laid them out. "I think you have the same skin tone as me, but I'll test it anyways, play it safe you know." I nodded and felt her wrap a hand around my wrist, flipping the underside towards her. I tensed up and I felt her eyes focus on my. "You okay?" Rather then risk my voice, I nodded and decided it was best I stared at the wall across from me.
I felt a brush lightly glide across my wrist several times, stopping for a brief seconds where I heard her blow at the brush, the powder filling the air for a few seconds. She stopped for a seconds and she looked up at me, biting her lip. " You know, we," She hesitated for a second, long enough for me to make eye contact with her. She took in a heavy breath and let it out with a sigh, looking back down and rubbing the foundation off my wrist. I watched as her hand slowly made the scars the covered my arm more visible. "We aren't so different."
She spoke so quietly I barely heard her. "Excuse me?" I kept my tone light, but my anxiety was slowly building up inside of me. "We both have a past we're trying to run from." I furrowed my eyebrows as I processed her response. She adjusted her posture and started applying the makeup to my face. An awkward silence filled the room as I allowed her to finish what she was working on.
Once I heard the click of the box she was using I spoke. "What do you mean we both have a past we're trying to run from." She smiled ever so slightly and looked down towards her feet. "It's a rather long story I suppose, but it's for another time and another place. Right now, we have a concert we must get to." Rather then push the subject, I left my questions floating through my head and followed her out. We walked through two large doors that lead up to the front section of the arena.
Two men checked our badges and led us to seat close to the center of the front row. Lily's friends instantly swarmed her with worry and concern about how long it had taken her to get to the seat. "Ladies, ladies, chill, I didn't blow my rap whistle now, did I?" Everyone around her burst out in laughter at her snide comment. Even I had to stifle a laugh.
"Hello Rochela City!" I heard Calum voice fill the air and screams soon followed. I looked towards the three bright faces on the stage before me. Calum, Luke, and even Michael seemed happy as could be on stage. But it was Ashton who caught my eye. I could feel the sternness in his mood all the way over here. I can't explain it. I just knew. The way he was playing his drums, the expression on his, the tone of his voice. It all just rubbed me wrong.
Needless to say, the entire time everyone around me is rocking out and having the time of their life but I couldn't focus on anything else. I made eye contact with Luke and Michael several time, Calum was off in his own world so I didn't even look at him.
The concert seemed to drag on forever, and I hate to make an analogy to my brother's concert like that, but the fact that I couldn't help Ashton was killing me. I had assumed that him playing his drums, he would mellow out to some extent, but he just seemed to get more frustrated, minor errors showing through in his playing. What the hell is wrong with him?
The concert came to a tireless ending and I took the first opportunity I could to bolt out of the arena. I realize how rude it must've seemed to Lily and her friends for me to bail on them like that, but Ashton was my first priority. I busted through the doors that lead to backstage and ran as fast as I could. I reached the door to the boys dressing room when an arm cut me off.
I jumped back. My eyes slowly followed the arm to the managers body and I cringed. "What did I tell you?" I crossed my arms, and leaned back. This man does not want to be standing between me and Ashton right now. "Look, Iby, Icy. Whatever your name is. It's nothing personal. But interfering with this band is not allowed. So, beat it." I narrowed my eyes and let him analyze my body stance before I spoke.
"Well, look, Jamie, Janice, Whatever your name is. It's nothing personal, but you're going to get the hell out of my way." He snickered. "And why would I do that?" I smirked slightly, this fucker, honestly. "Because, on the other side of that door is my brother and three people that mean the world to me. And if your think your dainty, suit-wearing self is going to stop me from getting through that door. You're sadly mistaken." He rolled his eyes.
"Try me, little girl." And that's what set me off. I smiled and then played my act perfectly. "I can't believe you'd say that to me!" I felt my eyes start to water as I took a step back. Confusion flushed to his face. "Why would you even tell me that. Of course my brother loves me! Why would you suggest he didn't?" A tear slide down my face, and now the entire backstage that had filled of with fans, stage workers, and press turned towards us. Justin's eyes widened as he took notice to the sudden amount of attention we were getting.
"Look, back off, not seeing him isn't that big a deal." He grabbed my wrist and whispered. I quickly jerked away and yelled. "Don't touch me! Creepy pervert, I'm not leaving with you!" His face flushed red with embarrassment and the door to the boys dressing room cracked open, Michael's bright pink hair popping out. His eyes trailed down to Justin's hand wrapped around my wrist and his flung the door open.
"What the actual fuck are you doing to my sister!" Michael stepped out and stood in between his manager and I. Justin stumbled around with his words. I popped my head out from around Michael's shoulder and stuck my tongue out. Michael lightly nudged me into the room and slapped the door shut behind him. "Ivy, are you okay?" I nodded and looked around the room.
Luke and Calum's eyes watched the interaction between Michael and I with wide eyes, but no Ashton. Damn. "Where's my Ashy-Pashy?" The boys awkwardly and nervously fiddled with their hands, refusing to make eye contact with me. "He, just, went out for fresh air." Luke quickly nodded in agreement, making me feel like they were hiding something.
"Okay... Well, do you know what was up with him during the concert, he didn't seem into it." Calum's stopped fidgeting altogether and took a quick glance at me. "Um, we're not sure." I looked at Luke slightly confused. Luke? Answering for all of them. Oh hell no. Somethings up.
I crossed my arms and walked to the middle of the room. "Okay, let's pretend I'm not a fucking idiot and tell me what the hell is going on." The boys exchanged wary looked and a familiar sound filled the air.

~~Earlier that night~~ (CALUM'S POV)
Damn. Justin just kicked Ivy out. Ashton started pacing through the room. God I hate pacing. Luke nudged me to snap me out of starring down Ash and his dreaded habit. "T minus 30 minutes." Mike flopped back into a lavish chair on the far side of the room. His eyes started following Ashton's movement from side to side until his got fed up. "Hey mate, you think you can do that somewhere else?" Ashton stopped and looked at all three of us with a smiteful glare before walking out the door.
"He's just worried about Iv," I tried to remind them. "Yeah, yeah," Michael wavered his hand slightly. "But since he's out of here. How are you?" I furrowed my eyebrows together. He noticed my confusion and looked at Luke. "He means about Ivy, with her dating one of your best mates." Oh. This subject again. "Yeah, I'm good," My attempt to brush the subject off fail. "Cal, man, I can tell it's bothering you. Do you still like her?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the wall between the two of them.
"Come on Calum, talk to us," I looked at my best friend. For him to know I still like her, he is pushing the subject awfully hard. "I mean, I guess, but it doesn't really matter." Michael's face flickered with guilt. "I know this was a bad idea." Luke and I both directed our attention to Michael. What? What was a bad idea?
As if reading my mind, he answered, god Ivy does that too, "Letting Ivy and Ashton date. It's going to tear this band apart." Luke laughed loudly, but when he realize no one else was joining in, it quickly faded out. "Mate, are you serious?" My words seemed to catch Michael off guard, but he responded swiftly. "You're obviously mad about them dating Calum."
I was taken aback. I'm not mad about them dating, I'm happy that they're both dating, they seem happy. "Mike, I'm not." He scoffed and slouched down in his seat. "You are." Luke sat up in his chair. Seeming anxious about the tension that was building up, in the room. "No, I'm not." Michael started scrolling through his phone, which was a perfect opportunity for him to let this go. No such luck.
"Well, you're going to be," I narrowed my eyes at him. Is he actually serious? "Michael, I'm not mad. I'm happy for Ivy and Ashton. They seem really good together." He huffed lightly and shook his head. What the hell is up with him today.
"Are you wanting me to be mad or what. You seem to be pushing this subject pretty fucking har-," Luke stood up, as an attempt stay between us. "Cal, keep calm mate." I looked at him, furry in my eyes. "No, Luke, it isn't going to work like that. He isn't going to provoke me and get away with it." He refused to make eye contact with me. I directed my attention back to Michael, who was eyeing me cautiously.
"What do you what from me Michael. You want to know what I think. I think it's fucked up. I liked Ivy before Ashton even noticed her. I like her when we were in high school. He knew that. Ivy was supposed to be mine. He knew how I had felt about her, and even then he still has the audacity to go and take her from me. What kind of asshole does that. He knows I liked her. And he took her before I even had a chance to show her. He NEVER should've dated her and he knows it. What he did was fucked up. I don't care if he's happy. I'm not happy. I would've made Ivy ten times happier then he does. She was going to be mine."
I noticed the look of complete horror on the two people in front of me and stopped. I heard the click of a door and realized they weren't looking at me, but at whoever just entered. Please don't be Ashton. Please don't be Ivy.

"She was never yours."