Broken || Ashton Irwin

Chapter 6

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I awoke to the sound of someone banging loudly on my door downstairs, at first I thought it was just banging in my own head. I had such a bad headache I felt like my skull was about to crack open, but the more I listened closely it wasn't my head someone was really knocking on the front door, and they sounded desperate to get it.

"I'm coming hang on!" I shouted as I ran down stairs, realising I was still wearing last nights clothes. I didn't remember much about last night, apart from Ashton. Everything else was a blur.

"Morning," a familiar voice said as I opened the door.

It took me a few moments but then I eventually realised who this voice was. I looked up at his face, too confused to actually consider stringing a sentence together.

"Ashton?" I half questioned. Confused as to why, he was standing on my front door step anyway, never mind considering what happened last night, god this boy played mind games.

"Morning." He repeated, leaning on the wall of the porch, cigarette in hand.

"What are y..." I began, but was cut off before I could finish.

"I've come for breakfast." he stated, dropping the cigarette on the floor and standing on it with his black shoe.

"Why." I asked, unable to say anything else, I was still so confused it seemed Ashton liked me confused though, as he didn't seem like he wanted to clear anything up or explain.

"Why what Charlotte?" He started, "Why am I here?, Why is the sky blue?, Why is grass green?. I don't know Charlotte, I don't know." He smirked, taking his sunglasses off and hanging them on the neck of his t-shirt. I looked up at him, he had this effect on me where I felt like I couldn't say anything, he was ridiculously intimidating. But for some reason I liked it. "So can I come in or not?" He asked, and I realised I'd kept him standing on the porch for a while now, I was still unsure as whether to let him in or not, but I needed to know his intentions.

I rolled my eyes at him, putting my arm out and pointing to the kitchen. He nodded his head at me, as I followed him through, closing the door behind me.

"Nice kitchen." He said loudly, as he jumped up onto the work top.

"Thanks." I laughed slightly, but I couldn't help wishing he would get down from the work top. If my Dad could see him now, he'd flip.

"So what's for breakfast, chef?" He said, one eyebrow raised.

"You're seriously here for breakfast?" I asked, knowing that could not possibly be the only reason he came. You don't call in on someone you barely know, just for breakfast. Especially after last night, and especially if you are Ashton Irwin. He definitely wasn't the 'just popped by for breakfast' type.

He looked around, as if he was confused. "Why else would I be here?" he smirked.

"Oh I don't know, maybe because you just like to annoy me?" I smiled, tapping my fingers on the work top.

"Charlotte, the real reason I came was to apologise." he said, looking into my eyes. He genuinely looked upset, once again this confused me. "But breakfast would be nice too." he added, winking.

I shook my head at him, "What are you sorry for?" I looked up at him, he looked as if he was about to cry. Mr I can show 10 different emotions within the space of two minutes, had struck again.

"Last night." He sighed, "Look I'm really sorry, I don't know why I pulled you away from him and I'm sorry if I annoyed you. Sometimes I just do stupid things and I don't mean to do it. Just seeing you with him annoyed me and I have no idea why and I'm just really sorry." He blurted out, alternating between looking into my eyes and down at the floor.