You were at the house, cleaning up the mess that was made in the disastrous fight between you and Ashton. Words were said, things were broken, fists were flown. He left two hours ago in a huff, slamming the door behind him.
You had met him along with his other band mates while visiting your aunt in LA about two summers ago. You moved in with her permanently but knowing that they had a friend in town, they let you stay in the house while they were gone to keep up with it.
You were still cleaning up the pieces of glass from the broken vases and picture frames. Sweeping up the small shards of glass, you emptied the dustpan into the garbage and placed it back under the sink.
Walking around the room, you made sure everything was cleaned up. You were bending down to fix the couch cushion when you heard the front door open. Standing up, you turned around. Ashton closed the door and faced you, still rage in his eyes.
"I cleaned up your mess" You said, moving your arms to show the room was in fact clean.
"My mess?!" he yelled, causing you to flinch. Not often did you ever see him upset, but you knew he was because the others would leave the house for the day and you usually went with them.
But this time you stayed behind, not in the mood to socialize with people.
And it was a mistake.
Ashton started walking towards you, moving around the couch that was still missing a pillow somewhere. You backed up, heading for a direct line to the hallway if things got out of hand again.
"MY MESS?!" He yelled again, this time louder. "How is this my mess?! YOU are the one who threw the vase at me. YOU are the one who, when I ducked, made the picture break. My mess? No, this is YOUR mess!"
He was now directly in front of you a few feet away and you were positioned perfectly where you wanted to be. You took a small step back when he took a step towards you.
He noticed your movement and stopped.
"Don't run from me." He said in a way that sent shivers down your spine. He yanked off his navy blue bandana and threw it on the couch, running his hand threw his hair, gripping it slightly.
You took another step back, feeling uneasy of his actions. "Look Ashton," You started to say but was cut off.
"I said don't run from me. It will only make things worse." His harsh tone stopped you in your tracks.
"Look Ashton," You said again. "I don't know why you're mad, but you can't just take it out on me just because I'm the only one here!"
The corner of his mouth turned upwards into a snarl, letting one of his dimples visible. He dropped his hand to his side and clenched his fists, unclenching them, and clenching them again. You could see the veins in his muscles appearing.
"You threw things at me. You punched me in the chest. You screamed at me. And you say I'm taking it out on YOU?" He relaxed his hands.
"I-I.." You trailed off, not knowing what to say.
He tilted his head to the side. "That's what I thought."
Scared, you turned around and ran down the hallway. Hearing a loud growl coming from the room you just exited, you ran faster. Seeing your room was on the right, you ran in, hoping to close it and lock it before he got to it, but he was faster.
You slowly backed away as he stopped inside. You could feel your heart beating a mile a minute and you didn't know what was going to happen.
"I told you not to run from me." He said and you backed up further until your back hit a familiar wooden finish. The wall. You were trapped.
He walked towards you and you just stood there, too panicked to move.
He moved his arms out slowly and grabbed your legs, one with each hand and lifted you, making your legs move to his sides as he pressed into you, leaving you between him and the wall.
Feeling the tears run down your cheeks, you put your hand up to cover your eyes. He moved your legs, making them wrap around his waist, leaving his hands free to pry yours from your face.
Ashton put your hands down at your side and you opened your red puffy eyes, looking directly into his which were only centimeters from yours.
Something flickered in his eyes but you didn't catch it because you closed yours again. You felt your heart beat, beat, beat, beat, and all of a sudden, an unfamiliar touch was felt. You knew that touch but never felt it from Ashton.
He let his lips linger on yours for a small moment more before moving his head back, moving his mouth off of yours.
You opened your eyes, confused. He was still staring at you but the rage that was heavy in his eyes earlier was less.
You tilted your head to the side, unsure of how to handle what had just happened. Opening your mouth, you closed it again not knowing what to say.
"You drive me insane." Ashton spoke, ending the awkward silence that filled the room.
"You yell and you fight and you scream and you throw things at me, and it drives me insane." He continued, keeping his dark hazel eyes on you. They flickered to your lips and back up again.
You were about to talk when you felt his lips crash into yours again. Absentmindedly, you closed your eyes and slowly started to match pace with his lips.
Realizing what you were doing, you pulled back. "Ashton..." You breathed, wanting to stop what was happening.
He leaned his forehead up against yours. "I told you not to run from me." You bore your eyes into his and you saw them lighten and a smile tugging at the side of his mouth. It wasn't the snarl from earlier.
"You drive me insane." He said again, this time, in an exhausted, breathy manner, the smile now growing.
"Ashton?" You asked, slowly moving your hands up from your side.
"Yeah?" He asked, still smiling.
You didn't have a verbal response for him. You brought your arms up and wrapped them around the back of his neck, using one hand to pull his head towards you, meeting his lips with yours again.
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A/n I feel like this needs a part 2...
Yes, no?
