»Miss Grayson, please. We are trying to help you.«
»No. Let me see my boyfriend.«
»Miss Grayson, if you give us details I'll let you see him.«
»Let me see him.«
»Did Mr. Grey pin you down? Let me see your wrists.«
He came closer and reached for my wrists, I slapped his hand away, and I screamed. Tears started streaming down, I haven't seen Ashton in six hours. The cops came to our house at three o' clock in the morning, and took us to the station. It's now nine in the morning.
He slammed his hand on the table which caused me me too jump.
»I'm the victim, asshole.« I mumbled.
»What the hell did he do!« The cop yelled.
I didn't answer so he cussed under his breath and slammed the door shut. He's very "nice". I rested my arms on the cold table and put my head in and cried.
The door opened again, I didn't budge. I'm not talking to anyone. There was a strong hand, placed on my back. I looked up and saw Ashton. I got up immediately and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. I let out a few sobs and he stroked my back.
The door opened and the officer came back in.
»Times up.« He said.
Ashton sighed and tried to walk away. I grabbed his wrist and he raised an eyebrow.
»I'm not talking, if he isn't here.« I huffed.
»God damn. You're stubborn.« He mumbled.
I nodded and Ashton's lips curled into a smile.
»Fine.« The officer said.
I smiled. Ashton and the officer sat down. I decided to stand. The officer got a notebook out and looked at me, and I started to talk. During it, Ashton eventually pulled me on to his lap.
Ashton was frowning by the end of my remembrance of what happened.
Tears fell down my face again. Ashton wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek.
The officer finished the rest of his notes and let out a deep sigh.
»Miss Grayson, I'm so sorry. Mr. Grey will be charged and sent to jail. You're a very beautiful young lady, who has a supportive boyfriend. This will pass. It's over. There are no more worries.«
I nodded and bit my tongue to hold in anymore tears. The officer got up and held the door open for both of us. Ashton placed his hand on my back. When we walked out I saw Zach in handcuffs. He looked up and I flipped him off. He smiled, but then was picked up and taken away. I hugged Ashton's arm and he places his other arm on my forearm.
»Thank you Ashton.« I mumbled.
»For what?« He asked.
»Just for being there.« I said.
He responded with a kiss on my head and we intertwined our hands and walked out if the police station.
When we got home, we decided to watch a movie. He let me pick, so I picked out Dirty Dancing with Patrick Swazey. Ashton put it in and he got a bowl of popcorn. He handed me some white chocolate covered, because I don't like regular popcorn and he sat down and pulled me into his chest. I rested my head and we watched it.
»Pffft, and Twerking is bad.« He commented.
»At least they can dance.« I said with a smirk.
»Is that a challenge, Miss. Grayson?« He asked while raising a eyebrow.
»Yes, it is. Mr. Bennette.« I said.
He got up and stood in front of the TV.
»You're actually going to try to twerk?« I say covering my eyes.
»Only for you baby.« He said with a small laugh afterwards.
I let my hands leave my eyes and I watched him pathetically failing. I was laughing at his flat ass trying to look awesome.
»You failed, pathetically.« I said matter of fact tone.
»Let's see you try.« He insisted.
That made me laugh harder.
»Okay, fine.« I said, getting up.
He gave me the floor and I tried my best, and turns out I'm worse than he is. He was sitting there laughing at me. When I was done I poked his side. He narrowed his eyes and wiggled his hands. My eyes bulged out of my head and I slapped his hands, but they still were heading toward my stomach. I screamed and gave up. He started tickling which made me almost pee my pants. I bit his hand and he stopped. He narrowed his eyes at me, but then kissed my head.
»I love you.« I said.
He had a big smile on his face.
»I love you too.«
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Yours Truly, The Celebrity
Romance»I know you.« Ashton Bennette said. I nodded and crossed my arms. »Who are you? God you're so, so familiar!« He said. I didn't say a word. Which made him more frustrated. »Do you hate me?« He asked. »I don't hate you,« I gave myself a mental sl...