The bell rang to signal the end of the day and I couldn't have been happier. I now had the weekend to myself.
No Ashton..
I met up with Maya and we walked together towards our houses. My mind trailed back to him. I still couldn't figure out what was going on with him, he's so touchy and flirty.. Maybe it wasn't the worst thing in the world, but still, a break was well needed.
"Are you listening to me?" Maya's voice brought me back from my thoughts.
"No sorry, what were you saying?"
"I said you can come to mine if you want? You were saying how you're alone all weekend and so I invited you round but you weren't listening to me dipshit"
"Oh" I laughed "Yeah I'll come over sure, let me just drop my stuff off and I'll be round in like 20 minutes"
"Alright, see you"
I walked around the block to my house and unlocked the door, closing it behind me and running up the stairs. I threw my school bag at the floor and put my hair up into a ponytail. I ran back downstairs to check the house for my dad, but, as suspected, he wasn't home. He'd been away for three weeks and hadn't even bothered to text or call back. He often went away on these "business trips" so it was nothing new to me, I'd just prefer it if he didn't leave me on my own all the time.
I made sure everywhere was in a tidy order, and headed off to Maya's when suddenly I got a text;
Sorry, I have to cancel, my brother's friends are over :(. Maybe another time? - Maya x
I texted back;
Yeah sure, no worries :-) - Elsa x
While I was out, I decided to go on a walk to the local coffee shop. It was in a pretty secluded area so not many people went in there, mostly just old couples, but I'd not been there in a while so I thought I'd use this time to pay a visit.
When I arrived, I walked up to the counter and ordered a hot chocolate to go. I'm almost certain that I knew the boy serving me, I'd seen him in my art class, his name was Michael I think.
"Here's your hot chocolate, that'll be £3.40 please." he spoke, handing me my drink, smiling. I handed him the correct change and returned the smile.
"Thanks Elsa"
"You're welcome. Don't you take art with me? Michael, is it?" I asked, taking a sip.
"Yeah, didn't think anyone payed attention to me to be honest" he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled again.
"Oh no, I notice you. You should talk to me sometime! I have to go now but you definitely should. Bye"
"Alright, I will. Bye"
I left the coffee shop and wandered across the street to the book shop I held so dear to me when I was younger. Walking in, I was filled with warmth as I could smell the smell of pages, fresh and vintage alike. I picked up a book and walked towards a seemingly secluded seating section at the back of the store and started reading. I'd gotten to the 5th chapter before I was interrupted by someone slamming my book closed.
"What are you doing here?" asked an all too familiar voice.
"Well I was reading but someone shut my book"
"Why didn't you tell me you weren't going to be at home?" He asked, his voice sounding slightly concerned behind his aggressive tone.
"Ashton, I'm going to put this as politely as I can." Fuck off. "It's not your business where I am, and you can't just invite yourself to my house, nevermind expecting me to be there. You aren't in any position to tell me what to do."
"Oh am I not?" he pulled me off of my chair by my wrist and pulled me agonisingly close to his chest. He bent his head down and nuzzled into my neck whispering "You shouldn't have said that, sweetheart." He pressed his lips against my neck earning a gasp from me. His teeth sunk in ever so slightly, then were replaced by his lips, sucking on a sweet spot he hadn't tried very hard to find. I closed my eyes and let myself go for a second before opening my eyes and realising how wrong this was. I'm not about to get groped in a book store. I am. I'm not. I mean I may or may not end up being groped but god please, not in a fucking book shop for christ' s sake.
"A-a-Ashton, not here. Please." I stuttered.
"Fine" he groaned. He swiftly grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the shop and down the road in a direction I don't think I'd ever been. We walked round some corners and down a few streets before he finally came to a halt outside a rather cute looking house.
"You live HERE?" I scoffed, I couldn't picture a delinquent like him living in a house like this.
"Yeah." he retorted, opening the door and slamming it behind me, pushing me against the wall with my hands pinned above my head.
"Now we're gonna pick up where we left off" he winked before latching himself onto my neck again, attacking it with great force yet somehow gently. I moaned as he hit the sweet spot again and I could feel his smirk through my skin.
"Jump." I did as I was told and connected our lips as he fumbled up the stairs and into his bedroom. He threw me on the bed and put the radio on. I listened as I heard the familiar sound of Matt Healy's voice ring through my ears.
"The 1975, good taste" I felt like I needed to compliment him at that point because it was awkward just staring at him with nothing to say.
"Did you really expect me of all people to have bad taste?" he winked, the butterflies I'd been ignoring the whole time growing more and more unbearable.
I simply giggled at him and watched silently as he walked towards me and sat opposite me on his bed. We never broke our eye contact as he brought his hand to my face, cupping my jaw and leaning in closer to smash his lips into mine. I found my hand stroking his bicep and felt him ease in a way I never would have expected. The smokey taste was slightly less prominent than it had been before. I let myself melt into him.
We made out for what felt like hours but was actually 7 Arctic Monkeys songs until we both pulled away, sighing. Ashton smiled at me and I returned the grin, admiring his own. I'd not seen him smile like this ever, he seemed so different just in that moment.
I jumped up to break the tension and decided to skim through his CD collection, stopping when I found a selection of Coldplay albums. I was just about to turn round and tease Ashton about it when I felt his arms creep round my waist and his head come to rest in the crook of my neck.
"What's this, Ash? Are these your bad boy tunes?" I teased, pointing at the CD's.
"You know, Babe, I'm not all bad all the time. I'm allowed to be sensitive some days" he replied, his voice soft and tired. I put in the 'Mylo Xyloto / Ghost Stories' compilation disk in and spun around, landing on Ashton's chest.
"Let's go to bed" I suggested.
"Oo, lucky me"
"You know what I mean, dumbass"
"I'm actually quite tired" he replied, walking over to the bed taking off his shirt and handing it to me, gesturing for me to wear it while he turned around and looked at his phone so I could get changed. When I was fully changed, draped in his huge shirt, I climbed on the bed behind him and rested my head on his shoulder, kissing his jaw line.
"mmmm" he groaned as he turned round, lifting the duvet up over the pair of us. We layed together, cuddled up listening to Coldplay and sharing brief kisses until he spoke.
"Elsa?"
"Hm?"
"I think I really like you"
"I think I really like you too"
"Alright"
And he cuddled me tighter whilst rubbing my thigh until the both of us fell asleep..
