Forbidden // Ashton Irwin [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2

"It's so hot!" Skyler exclaimed as soon as we got off the plane.

She immediately stripped off her cardigan, glad to be wearing shorts. I was too.

I laughed as I took off my hair tie, putting the locks up in a bun.

"I'm going to go get some iced coffee," she said. "It'll help wake us up."

I scoffed. "You just want an opportunity to have coffee."

She made a face at me, blowing her bangs out of her eyes.

I laughed once again, but didn't object. She was right. We needed the caffeine with the seventeen hour time difference.

As she walked away, I sat down, looking around the semi crowded airport. I just people watched.

On a bench was a woman in a floral dress slowly rocking a baby in her arms. By the vending machine was a little boy, trying to stuff his dollar bill in the slot, pouting when it refused to take it. On a bench a few feet away from me was a girl, maybe thirteen, tapping away madly on her phone, chewing gum obnoxiously loud.

One thing that really caught my eye was a young boy, maybe five years old, standing, looking scared and lost. He had light blonde hair that hung into his bright green eyes. His hands were nervously twisted in front of him and he kept looking back and forth.

I stood up, walking towards him. He looked up at me with wide eyes as I got close. I knelt down to his level, looking into his eyes.

"Are you lost?" I asked quietly.

He nodded, hesitantly. I smiled saying, "I won't hurt you, I promise. Who did you come here with?"

He answered, "My mum." I noticed his strong Australian accent. I noticed that mine was starting to slowly cone back now that I was back home.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"Jackson." He replied, looking a little more comfortable.

"My name is Maddie. I'm going to help you find your mum. Does she have a phone number?" He nodded. "Do you know it?"

He stopped, thinking, bedore reaching into his pocket and pulling out a slip of paper. He handed it to me and I gingerly took it from his small hand.

It said 'Karen Yorks' with her number on it.

I pulled out my phone, dialling the number and waiting for it to be picked up.

"Hello?" A voice croaked over the line, sounding like they had been crying.

"Is this Karen Yorks?" I asked.

"Yes. This isn't really the best time-"

"You have a son named Jackson, right?" I asked.

She gasped and said, "Yes! Oh my god! Is he okay?!"

"I have him here. He's fine. We're by the benches next to Terminal C."

"Oh my god thank you! Ill be right there!"

I hung up and turned back to Jackson. "Your mum's coming to get you."

He smiled a huge grin and threw his arms around me. I sat down on the closest bench, pulling him into my lap. I told him endless jokes, making him bubble with laughter.

About five minutes later, a voice called out "Jackson!"

I turned my head to see a woman in her late thirties running towards us. She had blonde hair like Jackson's, but darker, a light green eyes. Behind her was a girl, probably my age or two years younger. She had blonde hair hair like the other's, but hers was dip-dyed pink at the bottom. Her eyes were a bright blue.

"Mummy! B!" Jackson called as lept out of my lap and into their arms.

After a few minutes of crying and hugging, the girl, who I assumed was his sister, turned to me.

"Thank you so much! My name is Bianca."

I smiled. "Madeleine, but people call me Maddie."

Her mom, Karen, came up to me, pulling me into a big hug, mumbling thank yous. I kept telling her that it was no big deal, but she didn't listen.

"Here, let me get you some money-"

I cut her off, shaking my head. "I can't accept that. It was no problem at all."

She sighed before saying, "At least come over for dinner this Friday."

I smiled, nodding. After exchanging numbers, many more thank yous, and hugs, they walked off.

I turned around, only to fall to the floor again. I groaned quietly, before looking at who I ran into.

It was a guy, who looked to be my age and was tall. I mean, like six feet tall. He had bright hazel eyes, the brown and green in it standing out the most. His hair was a mixture of a dark, chocolatey brown and a soft carmel, but it didn't look dyed. It was the natural color and I could tell. The odd thing was, he looked strangely familiar. Like I had seen him before, but it must have been from years ago.

He had stumbled back, but hadn't fallen down. His hand reached down towards me, pulling me up once it gripped my own.

"Sorry," I said, brushing of my shorts.

"No, it was my fault," he insisted. "I should've watched where I was going."

I giggled. "My name is Madeleine, but people call me Maddie."

"Ashton, Ashton Irwin."

"Oh shit."