CHAPTER ONE- Guns, filling in and encounters.
Ashley’s POV:
Lack of conversation. Still. Ever so present. Not a word has been uttered, tweeted, texted, messaged, Skyped, nothing. Maybe I should be used to this. It’s not like this is anything out of the ordinary for the past almost year. It has been a matter of months since we kissed and I am now finding myself doubting if that even happened and if it was actually just one of my crazy dreams again. If I hadn’t walked out when that song came on. Been pathetic again and almost cried. Louis hadn’t asked him to get his coat; I hadn’t been helpful and handed it to him. It’s ironic how these small moments of happening spiral into something so…ridiculous yet to luxurious happening. Maybe it’s ridiculous or maybe it’s just down right insanity that we did what we did. Months of no words, months of tears, months of loss, months of nothing. And then suddenly it’s Christmas and he’s there, right there, taking Louis’ coat from me and then a kiss and then…nothing, again.
Can I blame him? No. It’s not like I asked to be kissed though, was it? Can I even say that it was him who kissed me? Probably not. Can I say that it was me who kissed him? No. It wasn’t even like it was by choice, it just happened. Maybe I’m just making a big deal out of nothing. It was just a kiss and ever since I’ve been working it up to be this big thing that made so much sense but at the same time made no sense at all. Maybe I’m just doing what he says I do, over-think. But isn’t it better to over-think than to not think about it at all? I honestly don’t know. Would anything be different if I didn’t spend nights on end playing out possible scenarios and reasons in my head as to why it happened? I don’t know. Because you know what? I really don’t know anything.
“Ash you’re being stupid you know,” Justin told me, this was about the eight billionth time I had called him to discuss what happened at the party that night since. “I mean, so what you kissed? People one off make out all the time and then forget about it the next day. It’s almost been nine months, shouldn’t you move on by now?”
“This wasn’t a make out Justin. This was a kiss, just a kiss. It was ten seconds long and nobody asked anybody to do any ten second kissing after months of not speaking and being ex’s. We were both sober and both completely aware of what we were doing. Just because it was un-expected it doesn’t mean it didn’t mean something.”
I heard him sigh through the other end of the phone. He did this all the time when I started stressing about what happened between me and Niall. It wasn’t like we hadn’t had this exact same conversation before. But maybe like my memories of Niall, I was refusing to let it die.
“Ashley don’t you think if it had meant something then he would of called you or something by now?”
“He doesn’t have my number.”
“What? How can you be in a relationship for eight months and he doesn’t have your number?”
“I got a new phone after we broke up Just. Don’t be so quick to judge gosh.”
“I’m sorry. But if you want my honest opinion if it had meant something I just think he would have contacted you or something by now.”
“Well whatever, I’ve gotta get to work. I’ll call you tonight.”
“Okay. Have a good time at work, sorted out the 28’ leg smart fit trousers problem yet or is that tomorrow’s agenda?”
“Oh ha ha you are very funny. You don’t understand how important it is to some people, okay? Now stop being dis-respectful and go and sell some more phones or something.”
“You’re very funny too. I will thank you. I’ll speak to you tonight.”
“That’s right, tonight.”
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