Leaving (An Ashton Irwin Fan Fic) *in major editing*

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Ashton's POV:

I woke up to obnoxious banging on my door and Calum screeching my name. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands before i finally got up and unlocked my door for the boy. He didn't say anything to me, he just kind of stared awkwardly. For someone who was so vocal only seconds ago, he sure has shut up a hell of a lot. 

"Are you going to say anything or did you just wake me up to admire my beauty?" I sarcastically remarked. He sighed as if it was obvious as to why he was there.

"Cut the crap, you know why i am here." Someone fucking woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Either i have short term memory loss or this kid is just being a twat. 

"Oh but Calum mate, that is where you are wrong. I do not know why i own the pleasure of having you waking me up at a stupid hour and then assuming i know your motives." He pushed past me and entered my room as if i'd just invited him in for a chat. "Come in, take a seat." I shut the door because somehow i knew that this was going to take a while.

"When we were younger, me and Darce had to put up with a lot of shit from a lot of people." He turned to face me and stared straight at me.

"Aren't you meant to have stories before you go to bed, not when you wake up?" 

"Just shut up and listen will you. She was a strong girl and she never gave a damn about what people thought of her. I aspired to be like my younger sister for them reasons, we are complete opposites. But i have seen my sister get upset so many fucking times since she has met you, and i want to know why? Why do you intend on making her feel like crap?" Let me grab my tissues because i think that i may shed a tear. He had come really close to me and was now stood practically right in front of me. This kid is like a teddy though, i'm not going to fear him for even one second. 

"You know what? I've already had this shit from Luke in the past 24 hours and i don't really feel like repeating my answers. Girls are emotional wrecks, Darcy is a girl. Put two and two together and you have yourself a reason." 

"Or someone keeps giving her shit." He poked my chest. 

"Look mate, i say things how they are. I don't dislike Darcy." Why am i justifying myself to him? If i truly hated Darcy then i would avoid her completely. 

"Stop being so fucking bitter about everything then. You have got want you wanted. What more are you going to need to actually stop being such a dick. Most people would die to have the opportunity that you have, at least act that you are happy to be here." Do Luke, Mike and Calum all have group meetings and share thoughts because this conversation appears to be very similar to the one that i had last night with dear Lukey. "We have our meeting today, it starts at 2. Try and crack a smile."

Darcys POV:

My interview date had finally been decided. In 7 days i am going to be walking on to the campus that i have aspired to go to for so long. It still hasn't sunk in properly. Last month i was some little orphan girl and now I'm going off to University to study a veterinary science degree. I'm still waiting for a catch. Everything seems to be going to right for everyone at the moment, I'm not pessimistic but something bad is sure to happen. No one can be this lucky. 

"We have our meeting today Darce." Michael said as he joined me in the kitchen. "Syco are finally going to have the pleasure of meeting Ashton." I couldn't help but slightly laugh at his uncertainty of using the word pleasure. 

"Fingers crossed it all goes well. Hopefully he is going to be a little less like himself for them. He was an idiot yesterday so hopefully you'll have nice Ashton today." I pushed myself up and sat on the counter and watched Michael as he began making himself a cup of tea. 

"I'm almost certain that Ashton co-ordinates his anger to the days of the week." He jokingly mocked me. 

"I tell you what Mikey, there is no other explanation for it. Maybe its some weird OCD thing for him." He laughed at me and began searching in the fridge for the milk. By the looks of it i am going to have to go shopping yet again as the milk left in the bottle was pretty much none existent. "I'll go shopping later."

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"Daarcy, can you come here a minute?" Do my ears deceive me or is Ashton generally calling me? I can't think of anything that i have done wrong so i don't quite understand why he wants to speak to me. Nevertheless i decided to go and see what he wants anyway. I knocked on his door which seems to always be shut and waited for him to answer. 

He opened the door and looked to his feet, kind of like when he first moved to London and he didn't know what to say to me. "Come in." He finally spoke. It wasn't demanding like his tone usually is, it was almost asking as if i wanted to come in. Strange. Kind of feeling on edge about what was going to happen, i entered the room but stayed near the door. 

"Do you want to sit down?" I don't quite understand what is going on. Do i want to sit down? I don't even know. Should i? 

"I'm kind of busy, did you want anything?" Watching the next episode does sort of make me busy i suppose. 

"Well, I - I mean we have this meeting thing today and i was, um, i was wandering if you minded helping me with clothes and stuff?" He was still staring down at the floor as if he didn't want to meet my gaze. 

"Uh, yeah. I could." We both didn't say anything after that and it made it extremely awkward. I don't even know why i am helping him. Firstly, surely a mans opinion would be better valued and secondly, i don't really like him that much. I mean, he isn't too intolerable at times. "The boys wore kind of casual but slightly smart clothes to their first meeting, so i assume you should wear something like that." 

"So, the pony shirt is out of the question then." He lightheartedly stated. I actually really like that pony shirt, it reminds me of when i first met him and he was the contrast of how he is now. 

"As smart as that pony shirt is, i think maybe something like this?" I pulled out a dark blue tank top with some random logo on it and his usual black skinny jeans. It looked casual but not too casual. "Then maybe you could just kind of leave the hair slightly messy?" He usually hides his hair with a bandana or hat and i love his curls. I messed around with his hair slightly, trying to put it in to the way that i like it. 

"I'm sorry. I know that you don't deserve the shit that i have given you." His voice was husky and intriguing. I never expected an apology from Ashton. I always thought that if we were to move on he would just kind of act like it never happened. 

It was then that i realized our close proximity. He was staring straight at me and i was staring right back. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade, a light hazel that matched perfectly with his sandy hair and tanned skin. And then he kissed me. I would be lying if i said it wasn't magical, the way that his lips connected to mine seemed like they had done it a thousand other times. It was right. He wrapped his arms around my waist and mine fell slightly to his neck. I knew that later on i would regret this but right now in this moment i was overly content with feeling his breaths come and go with mine.