i know this is a Cashton fanfic, but in some scenes there will some Muke. just because i can. okay. i hope you guys are are enjoying this.
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Ashton's P.o.V
"Why on earth would you do that?" I laugh. "Because you don't like Fifa! I'm definitely gonna have to talk to Luke and Michael about this situation," he jokes. I hope he's joking anyway. "One game. I will play one game," I say. He pumps his fists. "If I win, we play again," he negotiates. "No, I've never played, so of course you'll win," I say. He smiles and I find my eyes fixed on it.
We play one game. And Calum won. He won 6-1. Had I been a huge football fan, I would've be utterly pissed, but since I'm not, I didn't care. Calum paraded around the unit with the biggest grin on his face. "You're so weird," I giggle. "Luke always wins and me and Michael always tie. I finally won," he said. I look at my watch and yawn. "Aren't you tired? I mean, its after three," I point out. He shrugs. "Kinda, but beating you gave me an adrenaline rush," he winked. "Weird," I whisper. He laughs.
"Its getting kinda late. I should probably be getting back to my unit," I say. "Wait! Maybe you should, um, stay here with me," he says, then blushes. "N-Not with me, like with me. Like here. And like, on the couch maybe. Er, um, or," he stammers. "I don't want to be alone, basically. Sorry," he finishes. I'm currently dying from trying to contain my laughter as he tried to correct himself.
"Yeah, okay. I guess. I'm not in any rush," I say, finally stopping my laugh attack. "Yeah," he mutters. He's really weird. I like weird. What am I saying? I don't know this kid. For all I know, he could be a serial killer. I guess I'll find out tonight. But, I barely know him. I can't possibly like him. Not even a little.
Calum's P.o.V
Around four, Ashton fell asleep on the couch. He slept with a smile on his face, but as he got deeper into sleep, his smile slowly dropped. He was snoring softly and dribbling out the corner of his mouth. I smile, because he looked like a little kid. I was making my way to my bedroom, when I thought it would be kinda rude to ditch him, even if it meant comfort.
I grabbed two blankets off of my bed and made my way back to the lounge. I almost placed one of Ashton, when he rolled off and landed on my foot. "Ashton! Are you okay?" I ask, trying not to laugh. It didn't work. I laughed harder than I should've and Ashton's face turned cheery red. "I'm fine. Sorry 'bout that," he says, hiding his smile. "Its fine. Um, if you want, you can sleep in Luke's bed," I say. "No, I-I'm fine. I don't want to be too much trouble," he said politely. "Its okay Ashton. Its not like Luke's going to get mad. You're his friend, aren't you," I say.
"Well, I'm Michael's friend. I've never met Luke before today," he says. "Technically yesterday, but whatever. Well, you're his boyfriend's friend. So he can't get mad at you," I say, making him giggle. "Okay. But if Like gets pissed- "You seem to have forgotten he's sleeping in your bed," I add. "Where's his room?" he says, smiling. I lead him to Luke's room and say "Goodnight".
As I lay alone in my own bed, my mind stirs up a memory. A memory I'm not too fond of. I tried my best not to think of it, and after a while, I fell asleep.
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When I woke up, my first instinct was to look at the digital clock on my nightstand. It was half past 10. I've never slept in this late unless I had stayed up really late. Which I kinda did last night. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, pouring cereal into a bowl. Ashton walked out of Luke's room, his messy hair complemented his adorable features.
What am I saying?
I shook the thoughts from my head as Ashton wandered into the kitchen. "Where are your bowls?" he asked. I grabbed him one from the cabinet above me. The bowls were barely in my reach, if I tiptoed. Stupid Luke put them up to high when he washed them. When I reached for it, I accidentally pushed it back out of my reach. I groan loudly in frustration. "What's wrong?" Ashton asked. I turned red from embarrassment of my height. "I can't reach the bowl," I admit.
He starts to smile, but covers his face. Then, he starts to laugh, but tries his best not to. "Do you want the damn bowl or not?" I snap jokingly. He walks over and grabs the bowl. Just like that. No tiptoeing involved. What the hell! I narrow my eyes at him. "What?" he asks, grabbing the cereal. "Stupid tall people," I mutter, cracking a smirk. "It's not my fault," he giggled. I try to keep my smile small at his giggle.
"Why do you giggle so much?" I ask. He shrugs and giggles again. I try to mimic him, but it comes out weird, making him giggle louder and harder, making it a real laugh. "I should probably get back. Luke probably doesn't know how to deal with a hungover Michael," Ashton smiles. "Let me change and I'll take you so I can pick up Luke," I say. He nods and I quickly change into my white tank and black jeans with holey knees. That sounds weird, but you get the point. They had holes in them.
I let Ashton drive to Michael's place, because I couldn't remember how to get there. That and I didn't feel like driving. We got and I followed him to his unit. "Fuck," he muttered. "What?" I ask. "I forgot my key," he admits. "Just knock," I say. He sighs and giggles. "Are you kidding? Those two are probably so out they wouldn't hear a thing. C'mon, I know another way in," he says. "Back door?" "Sure," he mumbles. It wasn't a back door.
It was a window by his bathroom. "Oh god Ashton," I mumble, climbing in after him. He giggles and walks to his room as if we came in through the front door. "Weirdo," I whisper. "Thank you," he whispered back. He heard me, dammit. He opens the door and I peek inside his bedroom. Two bodies lie on the bed, underneath wrinkled sheets. (-am i the only one that thinks this sounds like lyrics? ℹ-)
"Mikey," Ashton said quietly. I walked in. Michael was holding Luke and they were passed out. "Mikey!" Ashton yelled. Michael moved, squinting his eyes, to slap Ashton. "Ash! What the hell?" Michael grumbled. "Get up, lazy ass," Ash joked. Michael threw a pillow at Ashton and readjusted himself and Luke. "Ah! Calum! Wh-What're you doing here?" Michael jumped. Luke covered his face with a pillow.
"Dude, leave us alone," Luke groaned tiredly. I grabbed Luke's arms and flipped him over, immediately releasing him when I realized he only had boxers on. Barely. "You still owe me two covers," I say. Ashton bit his lip to keep from smiling. I wished I hadn't looked, because I found it extremely attractive. "Cal, not now," Luke mumbled. "I let Ashton join the band," I added. Luke didn't have a reaction, but Michael kind of did.
"What? He can't be in the band!" he exclaimed. I widen my eyes and Ashton looks down. "Well, why not?" I ask. "Because he doesn't like Fifa," Michael says, with a straight face. Ashton and I laugh. "We already established a deal," Ashton added. I chuckle again. "Fine. Welcome to the band Ashton Irwin. Now, Calum, can I go back to sleep?" Luke said, his face under a blanket.
"Awesome. Now c'mon and get dressed. We're filming," I say. Ashton shook his head. Michael groaned loudly and annoyingly. "No way," he whined. "You'll have to excuse Michael. He's a little hungover," Ashton added, messing with Michael's hair. Michael slapped at Ashton's hand and pulled the blankets up. Luke cuddled himself into Michael. I sighed. "Fifa?" I asked. "No," Ashton said, adding a giggle. Michael laughed.
