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

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Ashton's POV:

Thank fuck it was only Michael. If it was Calum or even Luke that walked in then this situation would be ten times worse. Michael wasn't Darcy's brother, neither was he madly crushing on her. I breathed out an audible sigh of relief at the thought. Thank fuck.

"I, I, Ashton, tell him it's not what it looks like." Darcy sat bolt upright and tried to distance herself from me as much as possible. I know it would cause a lot of shit but it wasn't the best feeling in the world seeing herself so ashamed of being near me.

My sight finally landed on Michael who was still stood at the door waiting for either me or Darcy to explain ourselves to him. "It's got nothing to do with him. We don't need to explain ourselves to him." He laughed a humourless laugh and invited himself into the room, closing the door behind him.

He crouched down infront of me bringing his bottom lip inbetween his fingers. "You see but I can't help but disagree with you there Ashton." His focus shifted between Darcy and I as if we had just been caught having full on sex and we were getting a telling off. "I could have been Calum and then you would have had to explain yourselves." Now he was looking directly at Darcy who refusesd to reciprocate his stare.

The situation still has absolutely nothing to do with him. Yeah, he could have been Calum but he's not. He's not Calum so he has absolutely no right in butting in to our business. "Sorry." Darcy apologised. What the fuck is she apologising for?

"You don't need to apologise to him, Darcy, you haven't done anything wrong." I got up from my position on the bed so that I stood higher than Michael. "Even though it is none of your business, we were just talking. A lot of shit just went on down there and I needed to talk to her about it all." I opened the door. "Now get the fuck out."

There was a silence in the air as Michael finally realised that he had nothing on us. Even if we did look close, the truth is that we were only talking about America. America. I don't know why the tour had to begin in America of all places. We all live in England, the One Direction lads included so it made no sense that the tour wasn't starting in England. We'd be leaving Darcy too and that thought affected me more than it should do.

I ran my hands through my hair, a habit I found that I do when I'm not in the best of moods. Michael was still looking at Darcy who was playing with a small bracelet that she had on her wrist. I had noticed that Calum had the exact same thing on his too. "Mi-"

"I'm going, okay? Just don't treat me like I'm stupid." Michael raised from his previously crouched position and stood directly in front of me. "Don't cause her any more shit." He whispered to me as he past. "Girls get tired of shit and then they leave, trust me on that one. I would know." And then he left.

Darcy sighed and brought her face into her hands. I slowly made my way back over to her and held her in close to me. What am I meant to do? I've never had to comfort a girl before and boys are so much more unemotional. Well, apart from Luke. That kid gets upset at the smallest of things. I remember last year when he cried because he overfed his goldfish and it died. He only had the thing a couple of weeks. I think Luke has attachment issues. Why the fuck am I thinking of Luke?

This is probably the only time that I have seen Darcy sad without me being the cause of it and that's unsettling because she's been upset quite a few times. I blamed her for everything without really looking in to the situation. Harry being the main topic. Not only was she having to put up with the shit that I caused her at home but she was having to put up with the shit that was caused by the fan girls on twitter. I saw some of the stuff they were saying and I didn't really make the situation any better for her. "Sorry." I murmured in to the top of her head.

"What for? We're equally to blame for what just happened." She pulled away from our embrace as if she was afraid to get caught again.

"I meant 'sorry for everything.' I should never have given you so much shit to deal with." I pulled her back in. Another visit from Michael meant absolutely nothing to me right now. Calum could walk in right now and I still wouldn't move from the position that I am in. I'm past pretending not to like Darcy Hood when in reality I do like her.

She said nothing to my apology, she just nuzzled in closer to my chest. 2 months and then I'm going to be leaving her here alone. We were told that we would be catching a plane to New York on April 10th and that really wasn't that far away. It had only been 2 weeks since the day of the party which was the 1st of February as I remember Harry going on and on about it being his birthday. That leaves today to be 14th February. So it turns out that it is less than 2 months. Shit.

Darcy brought her hand up to my chest, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Have you ever had a valentine?" She randomly asks.

"Do primary school dates count? I once gave a girl a fluffy card, it was pure commitment." I joked. Darcy laughed. "Have you?" The thought of Darcy having a boyfriend hadn't really occurred to me before and something about it bothered me. I would like to think that I am the only one that she has kissed, the only one that she has wanted to kiss. The only one that she accepts even though they don't deserve it.

"None. Toby once brought me some chocolates but somehow I don't think that he would be considered a valentine." She giggled. I didn't. Who was Toby? Has she kissed him? Was he a boyfriend of hers? I was stupid to think that I could have been the only one to be taken in by her beauty. She noticed my confusion and continued. "Toby is 11, Ashton. He must of only been about 9 at the time. I miss him." Her voice trailed of towards the end, so much so that I could barely hear what she said.

Darcy had never spoke about any family members other than Calum. Toby could have been a younger brother but I didn't understand why she hasn't mentioned him before. But then again I haven't brought up Harry to her, or Lauren. They probably don't even remember me anymore so I don't see the point in reopening closed wounds. "I really know nothing about your family. I only know Calum." I did really want to know but it also distracted me from thinking about my family.

She froze as I asked her the question. "Well, they're far away now and I miss them lots. It's tough knowing that when I'm down I'm not going to be able to have a hug from my either of my parents and for them to tell me that it's going to get better. Calum may not look like it but he is dealing with it a lot worse than I am." It's weird to think of the life that they have left behind in Swindon. It was so easy for me to move here because I had nothing keeping me there but Darcy and Calum had a family.

"I'll take you back to Swindon before we leave for America, I promise."

"That's not going to be possible." She said, her voice barly audible. "Angels don't stay in places like Swindon."

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(A/N - sorry for the rushed chapter but exams are coming up:-(, don't forget to leave a comment and vote, yeah? Please? No? Oh well, I tried.)