character!5sos

rockstar!ashton

okay, so before we start I want to say a few things.

1. the boys might seem like assholes in this story but remember it's a fictional story

2. this story takes place in 1987 where groupies were still a thing and everything else included in this story was pretty much normal

3. this story is partly describing the fate of many rockstars during the 80s. especially the stories behind guns n roses and metallica gave me inspiration for some of the plot. if you don't know it and are interested in one of the most dramatic and toxic bandstories, you should check the VH1 documentary about them out

that's it. I hope you enjoy

warning:

druggies!5sos
badboy!5sos
addict!5sos
cute!ashton
mention of alcohol and drug consume
swearing
timetravel af
smut

word count: 5792

"please make me feel something."

what do you answer to that question. and what kind of question even was that. definitely not one you would expect from a man you didn't know. a man that not only was a rockstar but a man that was so high on cocaine and alcohol that he couldn't even sit straight.

if you would have told me 3 hours ago that i would be sitting backstage at the concert i had been attending, the drummer of the band i had looked up to for years in front of me, i would have probably fainted.

still, here i was, ashton irwin with sad and empty eyes in front of me.

but how did i end up like this? well

~ 1 hour prior ~

"And all the things that we dream about, they don't mean what they did before, i just wanna get back to us, cause we used to have more!"

i belted the lyrics to one of my favourite songs out as loud as i could, not caring for if someone could hear me. i wasn't the best singer but that didn't matter. today was one of the best days of my life and if i didn't sing at the top of my lungs, well, it wouldn't have been the best day of my life.

i had somehow made my way into like 3rd row which was close enough to see everything that happened on stage. this was probably why i immediately noticed the bassist, calum, running over to one of the security guards at the side of the stage. he said something to him before looking over the crowd and pointing to a few people in between the notes he had to play. i counted 3 and by the time he pointed to a forth person, i realized that his eyes were on me.

the securityguard nodded as if to confirm whatever calum had said to him and i wasn't quite sure but i thought i saw cal winking at me. i knew exactly what that meant and i couldn't help but to like the idea of it.

🔉🔉🔉🔉

as soon as the concert was over and the hall started emtpying, i felt a hand on my shoulder. i turned around looking at the security guard i had seen only minutes before on stage. he was smiling at me sweetly.

"good evening, miss. i'm dave, the band's premier security guard and i have a request from one of the members." he explained nicely.

"oh really? and what would that be?" i asked already knowing what this was about. i had talked to friends of mine enough to know, that this wasn't uncommon. after a rockconcert like this, it wasn't unusual for girls to get brought backstage to have some fun with the band. and i wasn't lying if i said, i was up for that.