I Miss You: Ashton Irwin

Chapter 5

September the 15th 2018

"When was the last time you spoke to Ashton?" Gemma asked me as she turned the music on in her house, a glass of champagne in both of our hands. Gemma decided she wanted a rather large twenty-fourth birthday party, and what Gemma wants, Gemma gets.

"When he had dinner at my house about two weeks ago," I said and she just rolled her eyes at me, before opening the front door so people could just walk in.

"You two are pathetic," Gemma scoffed, "You know he is coming tonight?" she asked as I smoothed out my silver dress as we walked outside, Gemma's standard party playlist from Spotify blasting throughout the house.

"Really? I had no idea," I commented sarcastically to her words.

"I'm just saying, you two might want to work things out sooner or later," she said before taking a rather large sip of her champagne as Michael, Luke, Ally, Calum, Lauren and Ashton walked outside.

"Happy birthday Gemma!" they all exclaimed, all with huge smiles on their faces, including Ashton's trademark grin which makes my heart melt.

"Thanks, guys," Gemma said with a smile before we were suddenly swarmed with people who wanted to wish Gemma a happy birthday and I found myself inside leaning against the kitchen bench with a glass of wine in my hand, just people watching.

Gemma has always been the more outgoing and bubbly of the two of us, whilst I am the one who usually calms her down and is more placid and it has always been that way, and that's the way I like it.

"Hey Gracie," a voice said and I turned to my right to see Ashton with a half smile on his face.

"Oh, hey Ashton," I said, suddenly noticing his silver shirt, making me blush at the thought that we were matching.

"How are you?" he asked, both of us awkwardly trying to avoid full eye contact with each other.

"Good, how are you?"

"Good."

"That's good," is all that came out of my mouth.

"Would you like another drink?" Ashton asked, noticing that my glass was empty. I nodded as he went back outside to get us another drink, my heart beating considerably faster since we had been speaking.

"Thanks," I mumbled as he handed me a cider, noticing that he did not have anything in his hand.

"Why aren't you drinking?" I asked looking at his drummer's hands, the callouses and the blisters reminding me of when we used to hold hands, my soft ones complementing his rough ones.

"Not in the mood I guess," he said shrugging his shoulders and I nodded, not knowing how to continue this conversation.

"Fair enough."

"Do you wanna talk Grace?" Ashton asked and I nodded, so we walked to the front porch of Gemma's house, which was empty.

"What do you wanna talk about?" I asked as we sat down on the cold tiles, a considerable amount of distance between us.

"I know you're hurting Grace," Ashton said softly and I shook my head, knowing where this was going.

"No, we aren't having this talk right now," I said shaking my head.