Starry Nights- Ashton Irwin

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3rd Person P.O.V

"Hello there, Miss...Rose? Is it?" Harry questioned, containing a posh British accent along with a witty smile and a perfectly fitted black suit. It had a navy blue, sil shirt below with hearts across that seemed to match the attitude he was showing. He brought his hand out for her to shake, which she slowly, but surely, took between hers. Ashton smiled, watching Harry play with Rose. Harry was a playful, young, teenage boy, not this...character he was playing to mess around with Roses' mind a bit. Ashton and Harry just want to make it like old times, play a few tricks and teases on someone, and she was the best to do so. Rose was an understanding person, so she would surely laugh along when Harry came out as a silly guy instead of a prim and proper douche he was showing at the moment.

"Yes, yes. And you are?" She straightened her posture, attemtping to please the young male standing before her, he looked of great importance and she would hate to dissapoint him and or Ashton. She tried to hide the attitude in her voice, hating him already from his ways. He was on her bad side and they had barely met, which was a usual for her. She saw the goods and bads in people, but she always seemed to pay more attention to the bads first.

The two boys looked between each other, straightening their lips. The bond between the brothers withheld many things, including telepathic communication, which they used time to time. They laughed along in each others minds, the giggles and shouts making it hard for them to contain their outside posture.

"Let's be gentle on her now, Harry," Ashton warned, staring straight into Roses' eyes, his lips staying completely emotionless and herself shaking from the intense lookings from the two. She didn't know it, but they were having a complete comversation behind their minds. Evil.

"Why? Why not play a few tricks," Harry questioned, laughing aloud accidently. He covered it up with a cough into his right collar, Ashton smaking the back of his head lightly.

She tilted her head to get the lighter haired boys attention, and when doing exactly that she shoke her head in Harry's direction. As if to ask what he was doing there, and what his meanings were. Ashton smiled, taking her hand between his and pulling Harry closer.

"This is someone very special to me, Rose. He's a very close friend of mine and I want you to treat him with only the greatest attitude, thank you," Ashton smiled, but Rose just stood there. How dare he speak to her like that?' What a fucking asshole he is around some,' she thought.

"Umm, what? Ashton, can I speak to you for a minute," She pointed behind her self and began to backup.

"No, hug him," He demanded with a laugh inbetween to ease the sass, then pushed the two into a hug, making her uncomfortable, but Harry just went with it. He loves to give hugs, they don't do much of that where he lives.

"Ohhh, stop it Ash," Harry's voice was no longer the same depht it had been moments before, but instead his usual deep raspiness with a slur between words. "I'm Harry, Ashton's brother, and your new best friend."

He pulled away to see Rose was completely confused, she didn't know what was going on and she felt the need to step forward and slap Ashton straight across the forehead. Doing so, made Harry hug her once more, laughing when she began to shift under his strength.

"Oi, c'mon," Ashton pulled Rose from Harry, giving him a fake hard glare, Harry winking in return. Quite a flirt the two are, but Harry knew his boundries. And he was sure as hell going to do his best to push Ashtons buttons while he had the time.

"Ashton!" Rose laughed, standing by his side, feeling relief as to the fact the two weren't complete jackass'. She knew Ashton could be pretty tricky, but she never saw it coming. "Ahh, fuck both of you. It's nice to meet you, Harry. I'm Rose, as Ashton's probably told you," she blushed, folding her feet ontop of each other and looking down.