*1 month later*
"Oh my god can you actually stop being so fucking immature" Ashton yelled. "I'm being the immature one here?" I retorted, rolling my eyes. "Yes, you are" he exasperated. "Why are you two yelling all the goddamn time?!" Michael shouted. "Shut up" Ashton and I yelled in sync.
"Can you guys just go upstairs?" Amy asked, getting annoyed by our constant fighting recently. "Fine" I mumbled and walked upstairs, Ashton following and yelling the entire time. "You're being a bitch" he scoffed. "Excuse me? How am I being a bitch?" I fought. "You never understand what I try to tell you and you take fucking everything the wrong way, I'm so over it" He sighed.
"You're the one who's constantly claiming you're "busy" and whenever you come over all you do is complain about this and that. Seriously, I can never make you happy. I've tried fucking everything, you know that" I said, trying not to yell.
"I just got a job and they constantly overload me with work, I'm in a band that practices three times a week, and on top of that I graduate next month so I'm always studying. But continue to tell me about how I claim that I'm busy" he said, progressively getting more and more mad. "Sorry, you're right. I'm being an insensitive bitch. I'm sorry" I apologized, looking down at my shoes.
"Baby it's okay. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled" he says calmly, walking over and wrapping his arms around my waist. His mood instantly changed. "I love you so fucking much, I'm sorry" I said, tears pricking at my eyes. "No, don't be sorry it's okay. I love you more. Please don't cry" He cooed, holding my cheeks.
"I don't deserve you" I sighed, burying my head in his chest. "You deserve someone better than me, stop" he sighs. "You're the best person though" I said, looking up at him, my eyes red and my cheeks tear-stained.
He gently wiped away the tears and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "Ready to go back down?" he asked quietly. I nodded and he opened the door but lead me to the bathroom.
He had me sit on the edge of the bathtub as he grabbed a cloth and put cold water on it before pressing it to my cheeks. "I'm sorry" he said again. "Don't be" I said, shaking my head. He didn't need to be sorry, this argument was my fault. "I hate seeing you upset, but it's ten times worse when I'm the one who caused it" he said. "Babe stop, it's okay" I said, wiping the tears from his cheeks as he did for me.
Once we were both cleaned up we walked downstairs and sat back down on the couch. "Everything alright?" Calum asked hesitantly. Ashton and I look at each other and nod. "Finally" they all say and let out a sigh of relief.
"What's been up with you guys?" Luke asks. "Just stress" Ashton explained. "This has been going on for so long though" Calum adds. "We know. It's just hard at the moment, we'll get over it" I said.
They all nodded and we went back to watching the movie. I slowly moved a little closer to Ashton. When he noticed he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I turned and gave him a small smile before refocusing on the TV screen.
An hour later we all decided to go out for dinner. I stood in between Michael and Ashton as we waited for a table. Michael jokingly poked at my stomach since it had been rumbling for the past ten minutes in the car. I laughed and squirmed away from him, accidentally lightly bumping into him. "Hi" I smiled up at him. He gave me a weak smile and turned a bit. I could see him roll his eyes. I decided not to point it out so we wouldn't fight for the second time today.
Once we finally sat down, Ashton sat in between Calum and Luke, leaving me to sit next to Michael and Luke. "You alright man?" Luke asked Ashton, handing him a menu. "Yeah" he replied dryly. "You're not but okay" I mumbled as I scrolled through Twitter.
