Fifty-Two Weeks

seven

Ashton

One moment of weakness, one moment of pleasure, one mistake that would lead to weeks of guilt. One moment I wish I could take back, but I can't.

Twelve Hours Earlier

Two hours in a club, five rounds of shots, and numerous pop songs later; I plopped down on the club's black leather sofa. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than the comfort of my own bed.

"Oh c'mon Ashy, just stay for another hour!" A bottle blonde (who's name I couldn't remember) purred in my ear. I cringed when she called me Ashy, and flinched as she began to rub my inner thigh.

"I really shouldn't, I mean we've got a pretty big show tomorrow." I retorted, wanting to be anywhere but here.

"No we don't! Tomorrow's our day off you idiot, hence why we're partying tonight!" A very drunk Michael slurred. Leave it to that kid to ruin my getaway lie.

"Right. Can't believe I forgot." I spoke through gritted teeth. The boys and I had decided to go out tonight to celebrate our tour, even if the celebration was months overdue. I think it's safe to say they're all pretty smashed. I mean I was anything but sober, but I still had control over myself.

"Do shots with me!" The blonde squealed, making me want to run away. Her false eyelashes were half off making her look ridiculous. She was the stereotypical club girl. Her legs and arms were coated in layers on layers of fake tan, giving her skin an orangey glow. Her clothes were tight and left hardly anything to the imagination. She was everything I detested, polar opposite to my beautiful Scarlett.

"I'm okay, thank yo-" I was interrupted by her shoving a drink past my lips, forcing me to ingest the burning liquid. Great. The last thing I needed was more alcohol. My phone vibrated in my pocket, alerting me to the new text message.

1:19am
From: Scarlett<3
Skype date tomorrow? I miss your stupid face :(

Scarlett. God how I missed her. It's been two weeks since the last time we skyped, our schedules never made time for it anymore. Sure we texted nonstop and made sure to call every night, but it couldn't change the absence I felt. If she saw me now, she'd probably take my drunk ass to bed. I miss her bossy motherly ways. I miss her laugh, her smile, her bright eyes. I just wanted to be with her. I'd give anything to leave this trashy club and cuddle up with her.

1:22am
To: Scarlett<3
Miss u too bub<333

I texted back, silently thanking autocorrect for saving my drunk typos.

"Who's Scarlett? Your girlfriend?" The blonde, who's name was apparently Amber, spat. When she left to get shots, Luke had been kind enough to tell me who she was.

"Not yet." I sighed. Suddenly her lips were on mine and I found myself kissing back. When I closed my eyes I saw Scarlett, in my head I'm kissing her, not some bimbo. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I gladly accepted it, moaning when she sucked on my bottom lip. She removed her lips from mine and left sloppy wet kisses down my jaw. Soon enough she found my sweet spot and sucked down hard, using her teeth and tongue to nibble and soothe the area. Her hand inched closer and closer to my crotch and I would be lying if I said I wasn't turned on.

"Scarlett..." I moaned, so caught up in the moment. Just like that, her lips were gone and I felt a searing pain on my right cheek.

"My name is Amber!" She screamed and ran out of the club. I didn't bother to go after her, she was just another face in a crowd. But boy could she hit, her slap was burning my skin.