answer me, you fool ➼ ot4

5 A

Ashton stared at his phone screen.

[incoming FaceTime call from Michael]

He didn't want to decline, that's rude. Ashton wiped his tears away, he wiped his arms, his damaged wrists. The blood soaked into his shirt but he didn't mind. He barely even notices now.

He tilted his phone to the ceiling, so when he answered Michael couldn't see him. He nervously reached his thumb over the green button, he pressed it, now mentally scolding himself.

He saw the familiar red crazy hair, and the green eyes. They contrasted so much it looked amazing.

"H-hey..." Ashton mumbled. Michael smiled and Ashton saw, which made Ashton a little more confident.

"Let me see you, babe."

"I-I... no."

"Ashton, whatever you middle and last name is, show me your face right now or me and the boys won't talk to you for a whole week."

"Ashton Fletcher Irwin." Ashton said. "Hey! You guys already made a name for the three of you? See, you already hate me!" Ashton pouted.

"Ashton, stop saying things so low about yourself," Michael ran a hand through his thin red hair. "I like you the same I like the other two, and I'll like you even more if I can see your face."

"Can I have a minute?"

"Of course, take your time." Michael said and placed his phone down. If he can't see Ashton, then Ashton won't see him. "Just don't take forever." He heard a faint laugh escape Ashton's mouth, and Ashton smacked a hand over, nervous Michael thought he had an ugly laugh.

"You have a beautiful laugh, you know," Michael complimented, hoping he didn't go to far. Talking dirty over text was easy, and fun. But saying simple compliments in person, was so much harder.

Ashton ran into the bathroom as fast as he could. He flipped out, he had around 42 seconds before he had to hurry back and show Michael how truly ugly he is. He ran his hands through his hair probably 15 times, showing his short growing curls, just reaching his ears now. He splashed water on his face and neck, then rubbing it with a towel. His mascara was almost not noticeable anymore. He grabbed his mascara and re-applied it. And some lip balm.

He ran back into his room, kind of panting, but slowed down his breathing so he wouldn't want Michael thinking he's actually rushing, even though he was.

"Okay, I'm back."

"Show me now, I don't wanna wait longer."

"Well, I'm just warning you, I'm pretty ugly. And just really really ugly," Ashton said. He was so nervous to be doing this.

"Babe, no one can be ugly. Especially you, you have a beautiful voice as well."

Ashton say at his vanity desk and turned the lights on. He placed his phone upwards so Michael could see from his shoulders up.

"Okay look," Ashton breathed.

Michael's breath was taken away- literally. He couldn't breath, he was literally staring at a fucking angel.

"Shit," Michael almost moaned. "Baby, you're beautiful. How am I so lucky to have known you three boys?" It made Ashton blush. He loved compliments.

"I-I..." Ashton sighed. "We should meet up sometime," Ashton said out of nowhere. Michael dropped his jaw. His baby is already so confident. "Sorry, was that too soon?"

"No, no! Not at all. But just us two? Or the three of us since Luke lives across the world."

"I, uhh, kinda wanted to meet Luke too." Ashton's smile got lost. "I know it's not that possible, and we don't really know each other, but I just really wanted to, you're all so hot and-"

"I'll make it happen. Us four. We will all meet."

"You don't have to do that," Ashton smiles again, making Michael smirk.

"Oh yes I do, but forget about it for now." By now, Michael was exhausted but he couldn't wait to buy plane tickets for him and Ashton, since Calum was already going.

"I gotta go," Ashton whispered. Michael had a totally different plan.

"Before you go," Michael cleared his throat before continuing the sentence that could ruin a relationship or make a better one. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

Ashton stuttered, kind of got turned on a little, and tried to answer, "Maybe."

"Baby, you gotta tell me."

"Yes, yes I have Michael," Ashton answered. He was nervous on what Michael was going to say after.

"Has anyone ever touched you, like you want?"

"No."

Michael's lips went up into a huge smirk, he bent his head back, this curly haired angel was turned him on so much and he couldn't my explain why.

"Perfect."