Suddenly, a knocking sounded at your door and you quickly wiped away your tears.
"Y/N?" A male voice rang through your ears. You couldn't make out who it was because your ears were pounding from being surrounded by incredibly loud techno music. "Y/N, open the door." You ignore whoever it was, wanting to just be alone. "I know you're in there, open the fucking door." Ashton. It was freaking Ashton.
"What do you want?" You call out, but your voice breaks. You try to cover yourself up by coughing.
"Just open the door." He says and you roll your eyes.
"No. Leave me alone. You've done enough damage for one night."
"Y/N, Jesus. Just open up." He pleads, while quietly tapping against the window of the door. "Please?" Did he just say please? That's weird. "God damn it, just open the fucking door!" You feel him kick the bottom of it. So much for manners.
You groan and stand up, hesitating before unlocking the door and swinging it open. You stare at him, annoyed by his presence. He looks down, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"What do you want?" You harshly speak. He looks up at you, but his face falls and his brows knit together.
"Have you been crying?" He asked.
Crap. You completely forgot about that.
"Ashton, what do you want?" You wipe your face again, but it was no use.
"Why have you been crying?"
"Seriously? Like you have no idea what just went on?" By this point, you were completely fed up with him.
"Oh yeah, about that... I just came to say that I'm, uh, sorry? I guess." He mumbles, moving his hands in and out of his pockets.
"You guess?" He simply shrugs at you. "You've done nothing but be rude to me, insult me, accused me of using your mother for money, your girlfriend publicly humiliated me and you GUESS you're sorry?"
"I'm not good with this kind of shit, alright? Give me a fucking break." He rolls his eyes and you sigh at him.
"Don't you have a party to run?"
"Yeah and I'm here wasting my time on you, aren't I?" You close your mouth, unable to say anything else. "Cut me some slack, alright? At least I apologized in the first place. You're lucky I even considered running after you."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
You nod.
"All you're going to say is okay?"
You nod again.
"God, you're a fucking bitch."
"Me?!" You yell. "You just apologized and now you're calling me names again!?"
"Well who the fuck wants to take a damn 'okay' after an apology?!" He yells at you. People that were occupying the pool were beginning to stare.
"Just leave, Ashton. You've done enough." You groan.
"Not until I get an 'I forgive you, Ashton.'" He continues to stand where he's at, making your blood boil.
"No, I will not freaking forgive you! You've done way too much to me in only a matter of a few days!" You yell. "God, just leave! Go back to your party and get mighty drunk so you can have the worst hangover of your life because you freaking deserve one!" You slam the door in his face, your breathing irregular with how much yelling you've done. You're so ticked off.
"Y/N, I didn't— ugh — I'm sorry, okay?!" He yells but you ignore him. "Y/N, come on."
"I go by Shorty, thank you very much. And if you don't leave, I will call your mother and let her know how wonderful your party is right now." You threaten and he kicks the door angrily.
"Fine, alright?! I'll leave!" He finally gives up. "But just so you know, girls usually hate it when I leave. They always want me to stay for a round two." You begin to choke on air.
"Go away!" You yell.
He chuckles. "See ya later, English girl."
You rolled your eyes and fell down on your bed, simply exhausted. Ashton has worn you out completely. You fell into a deep sleep within minutes.
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There was a meadow. Beautiful wildflowers covered the land. An old fashioned wall length mirror stood perfectly in the middle of it all. Sunlight beamed down, casting rays into your hair. A figure appeared from the trees. Ashton. He strode over to you, his skin looked flawless under the sun.
He walked behind you, and the two of you stared into the mirror together. His arms slinked around your waist and plump pink lips pressed gently against your neck, leaving goosebumps trailing up and down your arms.
"I love you, Y/N." Ashton purred huskily into your ear.
"I love you too. Unconditionally." You replied.
"Forever?" He asked.
"Forever." You agreed.
Ashton picked you up gently so that you were resting your feet on his feet. You were so small that this made it easier to kiss him. Ashton ran his fingers through your hair. "So beautiful." He murmured.
You guys began a heated make out session but soon your reflection dissolved from the mirror and facing back at you was Jasmine. Jasmine's reflection smirked back at you and Ashton was biting her earlobe.
"As if Ashton would ever love you." Jasmine sneered at you.
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You shot up out of bed, screaming. What the hell did you just dream about?
