Love Will Remember | Ashton Irwin [[ON HOLD]]

Chapter 6

Ash and I were in his basement having a movie marathon, our last before his move to London in just three days. We were snug on the lounge, and whilst he was engrossed in Toy Story 3, I just couldn't seem to focus. I just stared blankly at the TV, even though this was one of my favorite movies.

My phone started to ring, startling me out of my zombie-like daze, and Ashton whined, "Oh, come on! I thought we promised no boyfriends or girlfriends or phones!"

I checked the caller ID quickly, "I'm sorry, it's Jason and I have to take it. Just keep watching, I'll be right back." I said as I pushed myself off the lounge and walked to the staircase. Ashton exhaled a heavy sigh as I held the phone to my ear. I didn’t have to take it; I was just worried about my relationship more than anything if I had ignored Jason’s call.

"Hi." I smiled, already feeling giddy even though he hadn't said anything yet.

"Hello beautiful. What are you doing?"

"Just watching some movies." I avoided mentioning Ashton; Jason had been acting weirdly jealous of everything lately and I was afraid that saying I'm having a movie night with Ashton would set him off. He had a bit of a temper. "What about you?"

"Nothing either. Just lying in my bed, wishing you were here with me... Underneath me-"

"Jason!" I blushed profusely, cutting him off before he said any more. I was not going to have this kind of conversation with him whilst Ashton was within earshot. But I could imagine the smirk Jason was probably wearing, the one he gave me every time he was in the mood to make out or get in my pants, which was almost every time I saw him.

But I giggled, I fucking giggled, and said "Aww, baby! I wish I was there with you too." I glanced at Ashton, feeling kind of bad that I wished I was with my boyfriend instead of with my best friend who's leaving in just a few days and I mentally took back my wish. I'd rather be with Ashton all the time, even if I couldn’t see it back then because of my first relationship. 

Ashton was slouched down on the couch, staring at the TV the same uninterested way I was earlier.

"You're still coming over tomorrow, right?" 

"Of course, babe. I wouldn't just not see you on our anniversary." I grinned.

"Good. See you then, babe."

"I love you." I pathetically reminded him, grinning like a lovesick fool.

"I love you. Goodnight."

"Night, see you tomorrow." I dragged out the call for just a little longer and he hung up after that. I skipped back to the lounge, happily flopping next to Ash, who had muted the movie.

"What'd he want?" He monotonously asked.

"He just wanted to say hi, and see what I was doing." I shrugged nonchalantly, even though I was buzzing on the inside.

"You're seeing him tomorrow?" He asked me. So he could hear my conversation...

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well your best friend kind of asked you two days ago if you could help him pack, since he's moving in three days!" He spoke of himself and I buried my face in my hands.

"Oh shit. Ash, I'm so sorry! I completely blanked! It's just- it's our eleven month tomorrow and-"

He cut me off, "It's fine, go be with your boyfriend. I'll be fine by myself." He spat out the word 'boyfriend' like it was a bad taste in his mouth. He turned his head away from me.

"Ashton-" I started with a sigh.

"Why are you still dating that guy anyway? He's a total dick." He snapped his head back to me, shaking it side to side, and I didn't know if he was shaking his head at me or Jason, or both.

"He's not a dick. And I'm with him because he treats me well and I love him and he loves me!" I defended strongly, and he scoffed a dry laugh, turning his head away from me again to look at the movie without sound that neither of us were paying attention to anymore. That's when I knew he was mad at me; Ashton doesn't make eye contact when he's upset.

"He's a dick." Ashton argued, repeating himself.

"You don't have the right to call him that, you don't even know him!" I stood to my feet, glaring over him, and I crossed my arms over my chest. I couldn’t believe we were fighting about this again.

"Neither do you." He challenged, standing to his feet as well and mocking my pose. “You think he treats you well? What about that time that you didn’t see him for two weeks and he texted you once during those two weeks? Or when he didn’t want you to kiss him when Jasmine and I were on a double date with you?”

“He was on holidays with his family and didn’t have signal where he was. And he didn’t kiss me that night because he thought he was catching a cold.” I explained, but it sounded like another defense.

“Oh please.” He laughed humorlessly. “Have you ever even hung out with his friends?”

“No.”

“And why is that?” He craned his neck to me, waiting for the answer he thought he already had figured out.

“He says that he doesn’t want me around his friends because they’d just hit on me because I’m so beautiful.”

He looked like he wasn’t expecting that answer, but still continued, “What a load of shit.”

“Excuse me?!” I shrieked.

“Not the part about you being beautiful, but everything else he’s told you to get into your head. I just- I can't fucking believe that you can't see that all he wants is sex! You're too blinded by this thought of love you have to see who he really is!" He yelled at me, lightly tugging at his hair out of his frustration with me.

"You're the dick." I shoved his chest and he stumbled back a bit, but held his ground. "You know what, go to London with your band! I don't care anymore, move to fucking Siberia for all I care! I hate you!" I screamed, storming out of his basement and his house without another hateful word exchanged.

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ooooooooooooh shit lol

Who do you imagine Jason as? I know i haven't described him like at all but when you read 'Jason' who comes up in your head? I'm curious hahah

Gif in the side/media tab :D

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(I should be a poet shiiiiit)

Anyways lubb you :) 

Xoxo S. <3