All of Me

All of Me ~ Luke Hemmings ~ Tweleve

AOM Twelve

Luke had obviously told Michael about what he saw Ashton and I doing, but to my surprise, Michael took it surprisingly well. Actually, he took it well after Ashton got a bloody nose. He said he was glad that Ashton had someone like me, and I had someone like Ashton who wouldn't hurt me. But I didn't even think of Ashton and I as a thing, I mean, I didn't know what we were, but he hadn't asked me to be his girlfriend or anything, so I didn't label myself as one.

Right now, I was focused on quickly fixing Ashton's face so I could go and yell at Luke for blabbing my business.

"Sorry," I blush, as Ashton flinches, hissing slightly as I dab rubbing alcohol to the small, but deep enough cut across the bridge of his nose. He smiles and shrugs slightly, licking his lips once to soothe the tiny scratch where Michael's watch got him in mid punch.

"Michael shouldn't have punched you," I say, and run the cloth under warm water to get the dry blood off his face, "you didn't do anything wrong. God, he needs to stop punching his band mates," I chuckle, referring to when he punched Luke, and Ashton smiles.

"Calum better watch out," he chuckles and I smile, putting the cloth down and stood between Ashton's dangling legs as he sat on the bathroom counter, his hands resting casually on my waist.

"All better?" I ask, grabbing his chin in my fingers, further examining his face.

"It still hurts a bit," he pouts and I giggle pecking his nose gently.

"And now?" I ask again, raising an eyebrow. He smirks, biting his lip and pulling me closer to him with one quick jerk of his wrist. His hands were now dangerously low on my back and his face was close to mine and I felt myself blushing.

"I would feel a whole lot better if you didn't miss the target," he flirts, and captures my lips with his, kissing me at a slow pace but with a hard force. I place my hands on his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pressing his body against mine.

"Ash.." I whisper against his lips as his hands gently rested over my bum.

"Hmm?" He asks, his hands tightening their grip on my lower half.

I blush deeply and pull away, "Michael is literally in the other room."

Ashton shrugs, smirking deviously.

"We'll be quiet,"

"No we won't," I giggle, pushing him away as he tries to pull me into him to kiss him again, "because we won't be doing anything that will get us in trouble."

He pouts but I just smile and roll my eyes, taking his hand in mine as I pull him off the counter.

"Plus, I need to go back to my room, it's like three in the morning." I say and Ashton nods before stopping, causing me to bump into his back.

"You share a room with Luke," he says, but lowers his voice, knowing Michael could still be listening.

"Yeah, I know." I groan, not liking the idea of having to go back there.

"I don't want you to be in the same room as him," he says coldly, his jaw setting and his lips formed a hard line.

"Ashton, nothing is going to happen." I reassure him, and he grips my shoulder tightly and pushed me firmly against the wall.

"You don't think I haven't noticed this? You didn't even have to tell me." He hisses harshly and moves my hair to the side, revealing the spot that was now a fading yellowish from where Luke had left his mark on me. I flush, it had seemed like so long ago, when in reality, it had only been a few days ago.