― UNKNOWN NUMBER! (IRWIN)

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A/N: me when writing this chapter

Ashton and I spent the morning hours doing anything and everything from pillow fights to just lounging around and watching TV.

Ashley brought us lunch around noon, and Luke and Calum apologized for trying to interfere in Ashton and I's relationship. We forgave them, of course.

The day had been overall pretty fun...that was until I got a call.

Ashton and I we're building a pillow fort when my phone began to ring.

I picked it up without glancing to see who it was.

"Hello?" I laughed a little at at Ashton you I had just kicked off the bed.

He glared at me before returning to his spot on the bed.

"Nikki?"

My heart stopped.

My whole body went rigid.

"J-Jason?"

My voice was fragile and scared.

Ashton sits up abruptly.

"Jason!?" He mouthed at me.

I don't reply and just wait for the person on the other end to reply.

"Of course it's me, babe, I told you that you were mine and you knew I'd come back so here I am. Could you open the door, so I don't have to bust it down?"

"I-I'm not at h-home,"

I could hear him sigh angrily.

"Well, get fucking back here,"

"I can't," I say in a whisper.

"You'll regret this,"

And suddenly I can't hear anything.

All I can do is remember what he did to me...what he did to Ashton.

Ashton screams my name, shakes my shoulders, tries to help me calm down.

Tears stream down my face.

My breaths slowly become faster and faster until there's nothing but black.

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I wake up in a hospital bed. Again.

I hear someone's voice, and hoping it's Ashton's, I keep my eyes closed so he can talk without being interrupted.

"Nikki, I really hope you're okay,"

That was not Ashton's voice.

It was Michael's.

"The doctors say that it's rare to faint during a panic attack,"

He pauses for a moment.

"Just wake up soon,"

I'm about to open my eyes and surprise him by saying something like "Is this soon enough?" but I refrain because I feel something against my lips.

Michael is kissing me.

On the lips.

What the actual hell?

Ashton's P.O.V.

I'm about to open the door to Nikki's hospital room.

I notice Michael's talking, so I stop not wanting to disturb him.

I look down at my hands and when I look back up, I do not like what I see.

Michael, my best friend, is kissing my girlfriend.

Well, she might as well be my girlfriend, even though I haven't formally asked her yet.

I burst open the door and shove Michael against the wall.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"

I see the fear in his murky green eyes.

"She's not your girlfriend,"

"She's not yours either,"

Every word I say is laced with venom.

I hit him against the wall again and hold him there.

"Listen to me, don't ever do anything like that again. Don't even mention any of this to her. Her life is already fucked up because of us, and she doesn't need us making it worse, okay?"

He gulps and nods.

I let him go and he scurries out of the room before I can do anything else.

I'm about to walk out and cool down when a sarcastic voice stops me.

"You know, he's right. We aren't dating...maybe I like Michael,"

Her playful smile tells me she's joking, but I still get a jealous feeling.

I almost run over to her and slam my lips against hers.

The kiss is hot, steamy, and unlike any kiss we've ever shared.

"Are you sure you like Michael?"

She looks so flustered and adorable, so I kiss her again.

This time is more sweet and short.

"Michael who?"