I was shocked to realise how many people the medeocre venue could hold. Ash gripped my hand a little tighter as we attempted to weave our way through the crowds of people in the theatre. People pushed and shoved, clearly affected by alcohol, all awaiting the music to begin and the show to start. When ash located our seats, he flashed me his award winning smile, and pulled me to stand next to him.
“Holy shit, it’s like 7 rows from the front,” I smiled up at him. “Tell me how you got these tickets again?”
He laughed cheekily and squeezed my hand. “Like I said, I know a guy.”
The lights in the small but crowded theatre dimmed to black, signalling the show was about to start. The crowd erupted into cheers, myself and Ashton included, and people started chanting. Suddenly a wave of adrenaline passed over me, and before I could even register what I was doing, I grabbed Ashton’s ripped t-shirt with both hands and yanked him down, kissing him hard. His hands firmly gripped my waist, pulling my body closer to his as he kissed me back with just as much force. I smiled to myself as I kissed him, before pulling back.
“C’mon, the shows about to start,” he winked, kissing me again quickly before turning his attention back to the stage.
Once the boys of All Time Low had finished their set and people had started to file out of the arena, Ashton grabbed my small hand is his own. He weaved us in and out of the crowds and out into the night, swinging our arms between us as we made our way back to the car.
“That was fucking amazing ash,” I smiled. ‘Thankyou.”
He brought his hand around my shoulder, pulling me close and kissing my temple.
“That’s alright gorgeous, thankyou for coming with me.” We had arrived back at his shiny little beetle, sitting in a somewhat crowded parking lot. I couldn’t take my eyes off him; the way he carried himself made my heart beat quicker than I thought possible.
Ashton began to walk backwards until his back rested against the hood of his car. He pulled me between his legs, his hands gently caressing my arms as he looked at me. Even in the dark, I could see his eyes sparkling. He licked his lips cautiously, biting the inside of his bottom lip before he began to speak.
“Look, I’m not very good with words,” he murmured, his face inches from mine. Our hands were intertwined now, and his thumb was tracing light circles on the back of my hand. “But I really like you, Meg. Like, I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long ass time. I just think you’re really beautiful and funny and kind and I want to know, would you maybe please be my girlfriend?” he continued to ramble. “I mean if you don’t want to that’s fine but –“
Pulling his head the few centimetres to mine I closed the space between our lips, shutting him up. He kissed me back quickly, but this wasn't like the kiss we had shared in the arena. This was slow and gentle and full of passion. After what felt like a few seconds and a lifetime wrapped into one, I pulled away gently, resting my forehead against his, my fingers playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
“I’d love to.”
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sorry this is so short ily ily - m
