Perks Of Being A Fangirl (5SOS)

Chapter 33

"Ash, no! Don't put those in the mix!" I yell at Ashton as he grabs a bag of nuts from the cupboard.

"Why not?" He asked, starting to pour some in the brownie mix. A handful was dumped in before I pushed his hand out of the way and the nuts fell out of his hand and on the floor. "Lottie, what the hell?!"

"No peanuts! I don't like peanuts!" I laughed, looking down at all the peanuts on the floor.

"I do! Who doesn't like peanuts?" Ashton giggled, bending down to start picking up the mess I made.

"Me! I don't like peanuts!" I retort, bending down on my hands and knees to help. I gathered handfuls of peanuts before they were all off the tiled kitchen floor.

"Well you're weird," Ashton said, putting the rest of the peanuts in the garbage can. "What a waste of perfectly good peanuts."

"Look you have what," I paused, counting the peanuts already in the pan of brownie mix. "Seven peanuts in there for you to enjoy. I'll give those to you."

"But I want more than seven peanuts," Ashton whined. I rolled my eyes, grabbing Ashton's face in my hands and squeezing his cheeks together to make his lips form a pout.

"Sh," I hushed, looking into his succulent eyes. "Seven peanuts."

"Why are you so cute?" He managed to asked between his lips that were swollen together from my hands.

"Why are you?" I smiled, kissing him quickly before letting go of his face. I put the pan of brownie mix into the already preheated oven and shut the door.

"Genetics," He joked, grabbing my hips with both of his hands and pulling me back towards him. He leaned in and I felt his minty breath on my lips before he kissed me firmly.

I placed my hands on his shoulders as he hoisted me up on the counter not breaking the kiss. His hands travelled from my hips down to my thighs and he pulled me closer to him quickly.

I moaned as his lips trailed down my jawline and down my neck. My fingers rolled down to the hem of his shirt and lifted it off of him so his perfect body was exposed to me. While our kiss was broken he did the same so that he was left shirtless and I was left in my bandeau.

"Y'know, I really like these kinds of bras. They don't have confusing hooks and stuff," Ashton mumbled into the crook of my neck. I hummed in an agreement, pulling him closer so he could continue kissing me.

Our lips connected once again leaving me breathless as always. I could start smelling the brownies that were cooking not even six feet from us, making me moan which made Ashton moan.

I broke away slightly, "No, I was only moaning because the brownies smell good."

"Humph," Ashton ticked at me, kissing me again. His hands rubbed up and down my back, running under my bandeau. Ashton's fingers gripped the bandeau and started pulling up before the oven beeped abruptly.

"My brownies!" I yelled, jumping out of Ashton's grip and off the counter to make sure the brownies weren't burning.

"Wow, I see how it is," Ashton joked, poking me as I grabbed the oven mitt and pulled the brownies out of the oven.

"No matter how horny you are, brownies are more important," I teased, poking the middle of the pan with a fork making sure it baked thoroughly.

Ashton stayed quiet so I turned around, seeing him staring at me with his hip cocked and his arms crossed. "Are brownies more important than me?"

"Well yes in this case. We don't want your house to burn now do we?" I asked, turning off his oven. He looked at me with a smirk playing on his face as he stared at my almost bare chest.

"My room?" He asked, pointing towards his room with his thumb.

"Your room," I agreed, both of us walking quickly while laughing all the way to Ashton's room.

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My eyes felt heavy when I opened them to the sunlight breaking through the window blinds. I swear if they wake me up one more time I will burn them.

I groan while stretching, immediately feeling exposed. Gasping, I grab my bandeau and underwear from the ground and slipping them on.

I coughed, feeling a tickle in my throat. Realization hit me quickly.

"Ashton, fuck!" I gasped, pushing his shoulder to wake him up.

"What, what?" He asked quickly in his morning voice to my panic.

"Well first, did we use a condom?!" I rushed, hoping the answer was yes. I remembered last night quite well, but not this part.

"Yes, we did," He answered. "Second?"

"Elizabeth wanted me home at midnight, and it's 10 in the morning." I said, slapping my forehead. Ashton's eyes widened, him jumping up and putting on boxers and a pair of sweats.

"I'm really sorry Lottie, but I really need to get you back. Elizabeth is going to kill me," He said apologetically.

"How do you guys know each other so well?" I asked not bothered by the fact that we were 10 hours late, but that Ashton knew Elizabeth well enough to know that she would kill him.

He didn't answer for a second, thinking. "Family friends."

"Oh, okay," I said, not really bothering to stretch it any further as I pulled on my shorts. "My sweater is downstairs."

"I'll run down and get it. My mom," Ashton started but realization struck him as it did I. "Might be home."

My eyes widened at the thought of Ashton's mom finding my shirt on her kitchen floor. We both bolted for the door and ran towards the kitchen where my sweater still lied. I thank the heavens real quick and then pull it over my shoulders and down my torso.

"Oh, good morning you two," Ashton's mom's voice sounded behind me just as the material of my sweater hit my back.

"Hi mum. I'll be right back I have to take Lottie home," Ashton said in a hurry as we scrambled to the door.

"It was nice meeting you!" I smiled while putting on my shoes. She waved at me as Ashton grabbed his keys and we walked outside.

The air was still cool from the previous night and the dew still clung onto the grass as we whipped through it as a short cut to his car.

"Man I'm dead," Ashton mumbled in a panic as he put the keys into the ignition and pulled out of his drive way.

"Yeah, we are gonna be in a lot of trouble," I laugh, brushing off the thought of Elizabeth yelling at us.

"No Lottie, you don't understand. Fuck!" Ashton yelled, banging his hand on the steering wheel. "I don't want to lose you."

"Ashton what the hell are you talking about?" I asked, panicking myself now. I remember what Elizabeth said, but she can't be serious. What will happen?

"Don't fucking do anything stupid Ashton. I know you. This is a good girl, I know it. You know what will happen don't you?"

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I am somewhat proud of this chapter... And sorry I really can't write smut.