DISTRACTION \\ Ashton Irwin [completed]

E I G H T E E N [END]

Chapter 18 [edited]

“I really have the sudden urge to watch The Hangover,” I randomly stated while lounging across their comfy couch. 

“Then let’s do it.” Michael spoke up with out looking away from his phone.

And so we did. We found The Hangover on PPV and watched it until we were clutching our stomachs in laughter. 

“Can we play some video games now?” Michael asked after we calmed down. The other guys nodded their heads but Ashton and I shook ours while I let out a yawn.

“No, I think we’re going to go to bed,” Ashton told them while gazing at me with an emotion in his eyes that I couldn’t read. Adoration maybe? Probably. 

“Aw, little love birds going beddy-byes. Have fun,” Calum winked while picking up the PS4 controller. Before I could move, Ashton had picked me up bridal- style and carried me off to what I presume was his bedroom. The clothing that my mom had already dropped off was sitting on his bed. 

“At least these clothes aren’t as revealing as the ones in Russia,” Ashton mused while picking up my sweatpants and sports-bra that my mom had left me. 

“Yeah, I guess. But I’d rather sleep in my underwear and one of your big t-shirts, than sweat-pants and a bra,” I teased him with a wink before stepped into the bathroom to get changed. I heard him groan but ignored it and quickly got changed. It’s funny because he may think I’m joking, but I’m actually not. 

I stepped out of the bathroom and something was thrown at my face. I grabbed it and held it away, only to realize it was a big t-shirt. Ashton was standing across the room with a smirk on his face.

“You told me, so why not?”

Grinning, I pulled the t-shirt on, to find it went down to mid-thigh. I quickly shimmed out of my sweat pants and gave him a devilish smile. He visibly gulped.

“I didn't think you were going to do it,” he gaped. I shrugged my shoulders and climbed into bed, feeling the drowsiness take over. Ashton followed suit and wrapped his arms around me, like he couldn't get enough of my touch. Of course, I couldn't either, and quickly wrapped my arms around him too.

“I missed you,” he confessed while kissing my head. I nodded my head, “Me too.”

Ashton paused for a but, but I felt his heart rate accelerate. 

“Okay, I know I should be doing this in a way cheesier way but honestly, I can’t. Sophia, what’s your middle name, Miller—” I cut him off with a giggle.

“Rose. My middle name is Rose.”

“Sophia Rose Miller. Even though we met last month and have had many ups and downs, I cannot picture my life with out you. Please, will you be my girlfriend? I want to be able to call you mine; I want to be able to hold you any time. Please?” Ashton pleaded thinking I would say no.

“Of course!” I shouted in glee before tilting my head up to kiss him.

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February 11th, 2014—at the airport

I grimaced at the TV as Sports Net played. Two of the announcers were talking about yours truly: me.

“And Sophia Miller hasn't been doing will since Sochi, has she? She’s either blown out, crashed, or failed to even come in the top 10 at any of the races,” announcer number 1 spoke. I grimaced at the truth.