*1 week later*
I woke up with Ashton's strong arms around my waist. "Morning" he said sleepily as he sat up, resting on his elbow. "Hi" I yawned, turning over to face him. "I have to go home soon" he mumbles into my neck as he pulls me closer. "Why can't you just stay here forever?" I sighed. "I wish I could" he smiled. "Then how about we make the most of it?" he suggests, pulling me up. "I'm down" I laughed as he stood up and started to walk downstairs. I followed behind and met him in the kitchen.
"What should we do today?" he asked, picking me up and placing me on the counter. I was only a bit shorter than him, yet he could pick me up like it was nothing. His drummer arms. I shrugged, not sure what to say. "You alright?" he asks, placing his large hands on my hips. "Yep" I nodded.
"We could-" he started before Luke walked in. "Morning" he yawned as he walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. "Was I interrupting something?" he chuckles as he stands across from us. "Nope" Ashton and I say in unison. "What are you guys doing today?" he asks. "We're trying to figure that out but this one is indecisive" Ashton giggles, placing a hand on my leg. "Trust me, I know" Luke laughs.
By the time we finally decided, Ashton's mom texted him asking him to come home early to help out around the house. "I'm sorry baby" he sighs, hugging me tightly at the door. "Don't worry Ash, I get it" I say looking up at him. He waited for me to let go like always. When he finally did he took my hands and softly kissed my forehead. "I'll see you later, I love you" He said as he opened the door. "I love you too" I smiled and closed the door once he left.
I walked back up to my room and got dressed before walking to Luke's room. "Luke" I called, knocking on his door. "It's open" he yelled over his music. "Did Ashton leave?" he asks. I nodded and walked over and sat next to him. "Want to watch Friends?" he asked, looking down at me. "Is that even a question?" I smiled. He smiled and poked at my sides, making me scream. "Luke!" I laughed. "I remember doing this to you when you were like four and your reaction sure as hell hasn't changed" he laughed as we stood up to go downstairs.
When got upstairs I changed into a sports bra and shorts and got into bed to attempt to sleep. That night Ashton had been acting strange in his texts, every time I tried to call him he declined.
23:14 Ash: hi babayyy
23:14 Me: hi?
23:15 Ash: r u ok
23:16 Me: yeah. are you?
23:17 Ash: mhm
I felt like something was up with him so I tried to face time him. Once again, he declined.
After nearly ten tries he finally answered.
"What's up with you?" I laughed. "I can't talk" he sighed. "Okay, why?" I asked. "Um" he stammered. "I'm naked" he lied. "Prove it then" I shrugged. He put the camera on his face and his eyes were wide. "Okay I lied" he said. "I figured. Now what's wrong?" I asked, studying him. His eyes were bloodshot and droopy.
"Ash I swear to god" I groaned. "What?" he asked innocently. "How high are you?" I asked. "No, no Katrina. It's 'Hi, how are you?'.. Special ass" he sighed, shaking his head. "Ashton" I said seriously. "Katrina" he mimicked. "Are you fucking high?" I sighed. "No" he said hesitantly. "Don't lie" I warned. "If I come over there and your room smells like Luke's does every Sunday, I'll slap your dumb ass" I warned. "Okay fine!" he sighed dramatically. "I'm not high though" he said quietly. "I'm slightly buzzed."
We stayed on the phone for another fifteen minutes until he decided he was hungry and needed hot chips. "Do you need me to come over?" I asked, shaking my head at how dumb he's being. "Nope. I love you" he said and hung up.
