Ashton woke up to the sound of his obnoxious alarm, groaning as he rolled over and grabbed his phone to shut off his alarm because it was 7:30 in the morning, and he really didn't sleep well. He has been in his flat for a little over a week now, and he still wasn't used to sleeping on the unfamiliar mattress throughout the night. Besides that, he was never really a morning person. His hazel eyes squinted at the brightness of the screen on his phone. He quickly texted Calum, asking if he wanted to support him on his first day at his part time job.
It was a job playing the organ during mass at a small Anglican church. Ashton was never too religious, at least not as religious as the rest of his family, but he still enjoyed church because it was at his childhood church that he first fell in love with music. He sang in choir, and started learning piano, which led to playing the organ as well. He loved sacred music and the community involved with church, but he didn't really know if he believed in God or heaven. He rather not think about that kind of stuff anyway.
Ashton was excited to start this job, because it seemed too easy. Go in to the church every Sunday to play during one or two services, then play at the odd funeral or wedding throughout the week. It payed well and left a lot of time for him to get other music gigs, whether it be teaching, performing, stepping in for a band, or accompanying.
Sitting up and stretching in the warmth of his bed, Ashton froze when he heard a noise outside his open bedroom door. It sounded like faint footsteps drifting down the hallway, like someone was approaching his room. He looked towards the door and no one was there, obviously. How would someone get in his flat in the first place?
He decided to just shake it off as he got up to shower, wincing at the cold as he took his shirt off. He stretched his tan arms up and made his way to the bathroom. Maybe he showered for too long, but he got distracted singing like he was in a stadium filled with people there to see him. But he had to face it, he was no Harry Styles. When he finally stepped out of the shower, he wanted to brush his teeth but his toothbrush wasn't where he left it on the counter. He didn't have time to find it, so he figured he would just rinse with mouthwash and chew some gum. Humming to himself, he cleared the steam off of his mirror to look at himself. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as his breath hitched. It was as if someone had breathed down his neck, but that couldn't have been, since he looked in the mirror at himself - alone - in his bathroom. He just shook his head and continued getting ready.
He didn't know if he was paranoid, or if he just wasn't used to being alone in a house, but this wasn't the first strange encounter he had. He kept hearing unexpected noises, misplacing things as simple as a toothbrush, and feeling cold spots when he walked around. Maybe he was making this up, he didn't know what he was thinking. Could he seriously be considering some sort of presence lurking in his apartment? He has always been open to the idea of supernatural things. Spirits, angels, demons, all of it. But it seemed like something meant for horror movies, not his own flat on a Sunday morning.
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"That was a nice service, Ash! This place is cute, I just talked to an old Irish lady and I'm almost certain she was flirting with me." Calum laughed as the two boys walked out from the church. Ashton had just finished playing his first service and they got to eat cookies at the reception afterwards, so it was pretty good.
"Yeah, you wish." Ashton responded, nudging the boy and adjusting his music filled bag on his shoulder. The other part he loved about this job was that it was within walking distance of his home, so he got a little bit of exercise without trying, and didn't need to take his car.
"Shut up... You wanna get lunch?" The dark haired boy offered. He really wanted to get some sushi and Ashton could tell just by the look in his brown eyes. Sushi was Calum's favorite.
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There's a Ghost ↝ Lashton
Fanfiction"There's a ghost in my bedroom, it haunts me at night. I've asked him to leave, but he keeps stopping by." or where Ashton is excited to move into a place of his own, but eventually realizes that maybe his new flat isn't his own... And maybe he enjo...
