We arrive to the press conference 20 minutes before it starts. The room is fairly empty with only a few reporters sitting in chairs. When they see us they jump out of them and run towards the guys pushing anything in there way.
I slip out of the crowd and go to set my stuff down on a chair behind the table that’s set up for the guys on the small stage. I rummage through my bag to get out some face powder to touch up Ashton’s face. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see Ashton.
“Hey.” I say trying to sound cheery as possible even though I’d rather be sleeping because of my terrible night’s sleep.
“Hey were going to start in a few so if you want to you know.” He looks at the loose powder in my hand.
“Oh yeah.” I swirl the brush in the powder and lightly brush it over his cheeks.
“Cara I was thinking that maybe you could sit next to me during the conference.” He tells me and I close the powder and put it in my bag.
“Why?” I ask “Is this because of last night? I thought you weren’t going to talk about it.You said that you would forget about it.” I groan and go to walk off the stage but he grabs my arm.
“Look this isn’t something you just brush off and forget about.” He tells me.
“I know I’m not stupid.” I sigh “but if it makes you feel better I’ll sit with you.”
I see his lips struggle not to pull into a smile. I look at the doors and see Adam Wilkinson walk up to the stage.
“It’s show time.” He says and claps his hands together. I take a seat next to Ashton and push the microphone towards him. Calum sits on the other side of me and gives me a confused look. Something catches my eye on the table. It’s a magazine with a picture of me and Ashton in my room. I take it off the table and show it to him.
“What’s this.” I say and his eyes go wide and he looks at the picture.
“I have know idea.” He tells me and I hold my head in my hands. “Just act natural.” He tells me.
I listen to the usual questions they ask like when there knew album is coming out and things like that. I then and surprised when I see one of the reporters hold up the magazine.
“Miss what’s your name?” the reporter asks and I’m frozen.
I watch as Ashton slide the microphone in front of me.
“You should probably try to answer then or they’ll make stuff up about you.” He whispers in my ear.
I lean into the microphone so I can be heard. “Um, m-my name’s Caroline Thompson. I’m the makeup artist for 5sos.”
“How long have you been working for 5sos?” a few ask at the same time.
“A few months.”I answer my confidence slowly growing.
“When did you start becoming romantically involved with Ashton Irwin?” I the reporter asks. I’m kind of thrown back. Ashton started laughing and even though I punch his arm he doesn’t stop him from quietly chuckling.
“Um me and Ashton aren’t going out?” I scoff
“In this picture you look in shock and Ashton looks surprised.” He reasons “Are you pregnant?” Ashton imeadiatley stops lauging and starts coughing and takes a big gulp of water from his glass.
“Ashton and I didn’t sleep together,” I blurt out without thinking.
“Wacth what you say in front of these people.” Ashton whispers in my ear.
“Umm what I mean to say is that no I’m not pregnant.” I sigh
“Are you sure?” he inquires and all the guys look at me including Ashton and Adam. I look at Ashton.
“Uhh yeah I’m pretty sure.” I say in sarcastically
“I think that’s enough questions for today. We have a flight to catch to the states.” Ashton says and helps me out of my seat.
