Imagines

Imagine #7

Imagine slipping into your long blue prom dress. Your best friend, Ashton, was coming back from touring just in time to go and you'd liked him for forever. He agreed to be your date and was excited, but he thought it was just as a friend. Despite groupie rumors, you still hoped you could wow Ash at the dance and make him look at you as more than a friend. After doing your makeup and pinning up your long curls into a fancy updo, bangs hanging to the side, you took a look in the mirror. As good as it's gonna get, you think. "Oh honey you look ravishing!" Your mom squeals when you walk downstairs, balancing on your shiny heels. After awkwardly accepting all of your family's compliments, Ashton finally arrives. He takes your breath away in his sexy, sleek black tux and skinny tie. Your heels make you just 2 inches shorter than him and you rush out front to give him a hug. "Hey Ash! I've missed you!" He smiles and hugs you tightly back, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. "I've missed you so much too Jay, you look.... you look um... wow." As he sets you down, looking you up and down several times, quickly at first and then a few times more slowly, you feel your cheeks flush red and cover your mouth in a giggle. "Thanks," you wring your hands together and look down, knowing your family is waiting there for pictures. "How about some photos?" Your aunt finally says. You both nod nervously and Ashton, realizing he's still holding you close with both hands on your hips, pulls away timidly.

*After pictures and dinner*

"Do you wanna get some air?" Ashton yells to you over the music and screaming crowd. You nod and he grasps your sweaty hand in his equally sweaty, huge hand. Your heart has been thumping uncontrollably all night, especially when you first got to the dance and a few songs in, Ashton asked you to dance. You were completely up for it, obviously, and he smiled, turning you around and backing you up against him. You'd danced most of the night away, laughing at the drunk kids stumbling around and just hanging out. They hadn't played a slow song yet, but you were nervously awaiting the first announcement of one. The room was burning hot and Ashton had guided you out back, into a moonlit courtyard with a few different arbors, lit with twinkling lights and flowers. It was picturesque. He led you by hand to an unoccupied arbor and you both leaned against the railing, cooling off. You fiddled with your hair, hoping it hadn't gotten too messed up when Ashton caught your hand in his. "Hey, you look stunning, down worry." You blushed and began wiping around your eyes with your free hand, trying to fix any makeup that'd smudged. Once again, he took your hand from your face and now you were chest to chest with each other. "Jay, you're perfect, don't worry. In fact-" He reaches around you and pulls the pins out of your hair, letting it fall around your shoulders loosely. "There," Ashton says and smiles, looking down at his feet. "Thanks for putting up with me tonight," you laugh. "More like thank you for putting up with me, I'm so glad you asked and I could make it," he says. "Ashton... I um, I need to tell you something," you stutter nervously. You're positive he can hear your heart beating out of your chest and you're visibly shaking. "What- is everything okay?" Ashton is suddenly concerned and grasps your shoulders. "Yeah I just- I... I love," you say extremely quickly and lean up, kissing him. He doesn't pull away, but he drops his hands in surprise and conservatively goes along with it. You pull away after just a few seconds and he just stares at you, face red and eyes wide. "Oh my god... I'm sorry, just forget it," you mutter and turn to walk away, embarrassed as all hell. Tears are already falling down your face as you're about to reach the steps out of the arbor when a hand grabs your arm. "Wait, Jay!" Ashton pulls you back and turns you around. You quickly wipe at your tears but he catches your face in his hands, using his rough thumbs to softly dry your face. He leans in, presses his forehead against yours, and whispers, "I love you too." Your small gasp is caught in his lips, soft and welcoming, meshing with yours. He moves one hand into your hair and the other to the small of your back, bringing you as close as possible while you loop your arms around his neck. The kiss is beautiful, passionate, desperate. When you finally break for air after what seems like hours, Ashton presses his warm lips to your forehead and intertwines your fingers together. "Let's go dance. We can exchange more 'I love yous' later," his smile is genuine and excited. "I love you," you giggle on the way back to the dance. "I love you more," he giggles back and shakes his head, his curls flopping into his face.

Here's an Ash imagine for @babyblouskies

Enjoy bby :-)