Feeling This (Ashton Irwin)

four - stalker

“YOU’RE!” We both say in sync, turning to each other with wide eyes. The brightness from my phone is up high and I can clearly see the panic on his face and I suppose mine looks exactly the same.

“HOW-“

“BUT-“

At this point we’re both screaming at each other despite the fact that it’s the middle of the night and there are houses near us.

“Small world, yeah?” He questions me, scoffing.

“Are you stalking me?” I reply to him.

“Zoe Lee, why in the world would I want to stalk you?” He asks with an annoyed tone, clearly not pleased to see me either.

“Oops, sorry, am I not like the regular girls you hang out with? Am I not ‘normal’ enough for you?” I bet all the girls he hangs out with are bleached blonde wanna be’s just looking for someone who listens to bubblegum pop music.

“Well, I’ve never hung out with a girl with black, blue and white hair at the same time. However…” He trails off near the end leaving me with suspense.

“What however?” I stammer out.

“I’ve definitely hung out with a guy who’s hair has been the same shades as yours.”

I think back to when I saw him at the airport and I try to remember the three other boys that we were with him. I instantly think of the boy with the highlighter head.

“The one with the pink hair I’m guessing?”

“Michael. He dyes it like every other week.” Ashton chuckles.

“Sounds a little bit like myself. Although you’d be proud, my hairs been like this for the past year.” It was not like me to stick with a hair colour for long, but I suppose since there are three different colours in my hair, it was enough to keep me amused.

“Well, stalker, it was nice chatting with you. Hope I never see you again!” I say not so enthusiastically. I grab my headphone back from him and start to skate away. He swiftly grabs my wrist but snaps away once his fingers rub against my scars. I flinch away from him, and hide them behind my back.

“I’m sorry, Zoe, I didn’t-“

“Look, it’s fine. Bye.” I say, avoiding all eye contact at all costs.

I listen to his board hitting the ground and the lovely sound of wheels squealing, “Hey wait up!”

I slow down slightly, “What do you want now?”

“I’m not stalking you. Did you ever think this could be something different?” He asks, staring deeply into my eyes while I was getting lost in his.

“Please, amuse me with you bull shit.”

“Fate.” He says softly.

“I don’t believe in fate, or miracles. Or anything, in fact.”

“Why can’t it? Look at me Zoe.” He grabs my waist pulling me towards him. “Zoe, once is a coincidence, twice means something.”

“I didn’t even meet you at the airport. I just saw you amongst all those screaming girls. That doesn’t count.”

“Well maybe this is a second chance. Zoe Lee, I’m Ashton and I believe this is fate.”

“First off, don’t call me that or I’m going to start calling you by your middle name. Secondly,” As he inches towards me, I unexpectedly smack right across the face.

“Fletcher, stay away from me, alright?” I watch the disbelief grow on his face before turning and skating away from the weird boy as fast as I can.

-

“I swear to god, Troye it was the weirdest thing ever!” As soon as I got home from that creepy encounter I skyped Troye using my Mac.

“Was he at least cute? I mean, a stalker’s a stalker, but if he was cute then I mean…” He trails off. Troye was always a whore for a cute boy.

I roll my eyes at Troye, but I don’t bother lying to him. “Fine, he was very cute.”

“What was his name again?” He questions.

“Ashton.”

He shakes his head at me, “Care to elaborate?”

“Ashton Irwin?”

His eyes widen, “Shit, Zoe.” And he begins to mumble about something.

“What are you going on about?” I snap.

His face is a mixture of confusion and excitement, “You know that video I’ve been meaning to film? The cover of Heartbreak Girl?”

“Of course, you’ve been stressing about it forever even though I told you it was fine.” Every cover Troye ever did was brilliant, but he was didn’t believe in himself.

“That’s him.”

Now it was my turn to shake my head at him, “Care to elaborate?”

“He’s in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer, and he’s extremely attractive.”

“What’s he in, some stupid pop band?” In my last encounter, Ashton was wearing a hello pony shirt. Not really the type of thing I’m into.

“I swear, go listen to them right now, I know you’ll love them. I better go to sleep then. I’ll Skype you on Monday. Love you.” He says sweetly and ends the call.

I quickly searched up ‘5 Seconds Of Summer” on twitter and find their main account. I accidently click the “follow” button, but I don’t bother to fix my mistake and “unfollow” them. I sift through their various collection of stupid tweets, and find the exact link to the song Troye wanted to sing. I’m hesitant to click it, but despite my conscious, I do it anyway.

And now I was even more intrigued by the boy with hazel eyes.