Feeling This (Ashton Irwin)

nine - i know

*Ashton's POV*

I couldn't take this any longer. This act of hating me. I knew she had feelings for me, She had to be feeling this. Especially after that little stunt she pulled with Michael. I never in a million years thought she would do that.

When I told her to do that dare, it was just so I could figure out if she had a boyfriend. She didn’t seem like one to go and just give herself up like that. And now I desperately wanted her to do that to me.

I was confident she had some feelings for me. She wouldn't have followed us on twitter, she wouldn't have came to the party, she wouldn't have made out with Michael to get back at me if she didn't have some feelings for me.

I pulled her out of the party quickly with no real destination in mind. I wanted to be alone with her and so I made it happen.

It was dark out, nearly past midnight probably. I was a little intoxicated, enough to have a decent night and still remember everything in the morning. My hat wobbled on my head as we stumbled out of the party.

I needed the feeling of her on my lips, I needed to know what it felt like so I could stop imagining it in my head.

Despite her pleas to stop and explain what was going on, I ignored her and pulled her as far away from the party as I could get, dragging her down the street with me. I was careful not to make contact with her many scars that still made me wonder about her.

Everything about her was so intriguing. I felt like I had her figured out, but then she'd throw something new at me and I'd be back at the start.

I knew I could make her confess up to her feelings, and I knew how to do it.

She asked me why we were away from the party, and I replied with "because I wanted to do this without everyone watching."

And then I kissed her.

Much different to the one she just shared with Michael. This one had passion, this one wasn't rushed. It was simple and I couldn't imagine anyone else ever touching my lips again. It was her, I knew it.

She didn't hesitate to kiss me, but she also didn't allow it to go deeper. Her hands brush my waist, and I can tell she can't decide what to do in the situation, like she was feeling uncomfortable.

She pulls away, detaching herself from my lips and rests her forehead against mine.

"Ash, you can't just do that..." she stammers out, breathing heavily from the kiss still.

"And why not?"

"I barely know you."

"But I know you. You barely know Michael and he barely knows you but you didn't have a problem having a full on make out session with him." I say angrily.

"That was a dare. You don't know the first thing about me, Ashton." She snaps.

"I do know. I know enough about you. I know your mom left you and your dad, and that you're now stuck with your evil step mother who you hate. I know you have some daddy issues too. I know you have a best guy friend back in Perth that means the world to you. I know you love pop punk and rock punk. I know you love Blink and All Time Low and The Strokes.” I motion to the band shirt she currently has on. “I know you like to colour your hair and that you'd rather be comfortable in a band shirt than get all dressed up. I know that you'd do anything just to prove your point or to annoy the shit out of someone you hate. I know you can probably play an instrument of some sort and that you're overly obsessed with skating.” I run my fingers across her wrists and continue softly, “I know those scars on your wrists and the faint ones on your legs aren't from self harm. I know you have a problem with alcohol, and not because you think it tastes bad. I know you're absolutely mad and I'm still crazy for you and can't manage to shake you out of my head. So if you don't think I know anything about you, then think again sweet heart." I pull away from her, raising my voice slightly at the end because she’s not thinking straight. She's so damn oblivious.

She looks completely shocked, and runs her fingers through her thick hair. "How.. How could you possible know all that, we only met a couple times..." She stutters.

"I'm very observant."

She does her signature eye roll, "And were back to creepy."

"Not like that." I giggle.

"Well you're right about all that." She says in a depressing tone.

"I totally thought you were gonna get pissed at me and storm away."

"The thought crossed my mind." She says, stepping closer to me so we were in close proximity as before.

"Hey, Ashton?" She says, moving even closer to me.

"Yeah?"

"Truth or dare?" She stands up as tall as she can so that her lips are at my chin.

"Dare." I reply, slouching down and dipping my head so that our lips were level.

"Kiss me again." She whispers.

Well, I wasn't going to say no to a dare.

*Zoe's POV*

I can't believe he said all of that. It just made me like him more. There was no way I could push away those feelings I was attempting to bottle up. I’ve thought about him nearly every night this week. I didn’t want to trust him, I didn’t want to put my faith in yet another person. But, the only person I had was Troye, and he wasn’t here, so maybe it was time to start opening up. And the boy with the stunning hazel eyes was making me fall for him, I just hoped he would catch me.