empire.

chapter two.

ashtons pov.

before;

I stepped into our large flat, dropping the grocery bags at my feet.

"Empire!" I called

"Yeees?" I walked through the living room and into the kitchen, where she was sitting at one of our barstools, with a pen and small journal in front of her.

"Come help me with groceries please."

"And if I don't?" She cocked her head and put the tip of her pen in her mouth, smirking slightly

"I may just have to,"

She cut me off

"Have to what ashton?" Her smile grew as I advanced towards her.

"Tickle you!" I yelled, leaping towards her and grabbing her waist. She managed to wiggle out of my grip and run into the living room, the unbuttoned flannel she was wearing flying behind her.

"You can't catch mee." She laughed, an ounce of gleefulness in her voice.

"Oh, but I can."

I sprang over the couch and grabbed her waist once again, pinning her down and tickling her sides.

"Ashton! Ashton! Fucking hell-" she cut herself off, laughing and writhing.

"Oh god Ashton I'll-"

"You'll what?"

"I help you with groceries! Get off!"

I got off her and helped her

"Bloody wanker" She muttered, stalking off to get the bags.

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idk this is like a filler but it's so you know how they are towards each other?? idk