Dimples

Chapter 2

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The fight to the hotel that we stopped at was tiring. But Ashton never took his arms from around my shoulders. He led me to the lobby where Josh was pacing and running his hand through his hair. The entire group had been split up by the excited girls and almost everybody has bruises. Luke and Michael have a busted lip while Calum has bruises on his cheek bone and a black eye. Luckily Ashton was the most spared, only receiving a fat lip. I on the other hand have bruises lining my arms with a black eye and finally, a chunk of my hair was missing. As soon as we got into the lobby, Josh rushed over to me and pulled me away from Ashton and into his arms. He wouldn't stop apologizing but I just wanted to go to sleep.

"Please, Josh." I say trying to blink tears away. "We've had a long day and I can barely keep my eyes open. Can we please just find rooms or something?" I plead.

"We aren't staying the night. We just have to wait for One Direction to show up then we have to get on the tour buses. I'm sorry." He holds me at an arm's length away but I pull away from him and walk away.

"Where's the bathroom?" I ask the woman at the front counter.

"Down that hallway; last door on your right." She points down a hallway and tells me politely. I nod and thank her before walking down and looking. I have to blink the tears from my vision as I walk through the door. I can't handle any more attention from Josh right now. He's smoldering me.

I walk into the biggest stall and lean against the wall before sliding to the floor and finally letting the tears fall. I cry into my palms quietly. I hear the bathroom door open but don't bother making myself any quieter. I couldn't care less what people think right now.

"Alora?" I hear spoken quietly.

"Josh, please go away." I sob as I try to get rid of the empty feeling that is growing in my chest.

"It's not Josh. It's Ashton. Please come out." he says from the other side of the stall door. Now I can hear his accent as he speaks more.

"Ashton, please I am not in the mood. I can't look at anyone right now. I just- I can't." I cry.

"Alora, please. It's going to be okay." He promises. "Please come out so I can help you." He asks.

"Fine." I mumble. I stand from the ground and try to wipe as many tears away as I can. I open the door and am instantly wrapped in his arms. He holds me for a few minutes and pulls away to look at me. I probably look like shit but he just stares at me.

"Can you come out there with me?" he asks softly. I meet his eyes and I can't seem to look away or speak so I only nod. He takes my hand in his and starts walking towards the door. "It will be okay, you know." He says before he can open the door. I look away but don't say anything. He puts his finger under my chin to tilt my face upwards so that I could look him in the eyes again before saying, "You know that right." I shrug as my chin trembles. Now that I don't have to deal with my father I realize that I can let myself be weak. "Please don't cry." He says before hugging me again. I force myself to pull away from his comfort and turn to open the door before I can break again. "Alora," he calls after me and grabs my arm.

"What?" I whip around to snap at him. He looks shocked but quickly hides it.

"It's okay not to be okay." He says.

"No, it's not. It's not okay to be weak. I have to be strong." I say, not looking him in the eyes. I go to walk out but suddenly my back is against the tile wall and Ashton's face is an inch from my face. "A-Ashton." I stutter do to his close proximity. He traces his finger along my jawline and starts leaning closer to me. "S-stop." I call out. He freezes and pulls away from me. I push him away from me all of the way and pull the door open before he can stop me. I stomp back to the main lobby only to see that five more boys have joined our party. One Direction has finally joined the party.