Battle Scars ➳ Ashton Irwin || #Wattys 2016

Chapter Six

A/N: doing another update today because I'm bored. // Keep voting and doing what you do.

~ Previous ~

In a weird way, I'm glad I had accidentally walked in on her, she was..well..very sexy. I can't believe she doesn't think that. She's the most beautiful person ever, and I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but her. I hope she feels the same way.

~ Present ~

* Ash's POV *

By the time Shay got out of the shower it was about midnight and I didn't hear Luke come home yet. He's probably staying at Skyler's or something.

"How was your shower?" I say as she comes in, only wearing a towel.

"Great actually." She grabs another towel and wraps it around her hair.

"Here, you get dressed and I won't look." I say covering my face with my pillow.

"Yeah, like I could believe that." She jokes. "Fine, but if you look I will hurt you."

"So..." I sigh.

"What? Is something wrong?" I could hear her feet fumble on the ground.

"Well I think there is." I say. I wanted to hold her in my arms again and kiss her.

What? What the fuck am I thinking?

I can't do that.

"What is it?"

She removes the pillow from my face, and sits next to my head. She was wearing a black tank top and my beanie again and also grey sweats.

"It's nothing, nevermind" I smile and turn on my side, facing away from her. I couldn't tell her that I wanted to kiss her or even hold her.

"Oh, Ashton, stop being difficult and tell me, I'm here for you too you know." She grabs my shoulder and makes me face her.

"I can't tell you because you won't like it, I'm kinda drunk and it would just be bad." I explain.

"I won't get mad, just tell me!" She begs and shakes me making me giggle by how bad she wanted to know.

"Okay, umm.." I sit up next to her. "Here, close your eyes and face me." I tell her, and she does it.

"You're not going to like color on my face are you?" She laughs.

"No, nothing like that." I smile I cup her face and being her closer to me.

"Just don't say anything okay?" I say and she nods.

Her eyes were still closed and I could she knew what I was trying to do but I couldn't.

I can't.

"Heyy-" Michael barged in. "Oh.. Wow someone is getting a little naughty now aren't we, Ash?" He says and closes the door.

"I was going to tell her something." I lie and sit on the edge of my bed.

"Uh huh, you guys were going to kiss! Nice, Ash. I'm proud of ya!" He says drunkly.

Shay stays silent and states at Michael.

"Hey now, I'm not gonna tell!" He says to her, her face still not moving, not ever her face changing.

If she's mad, then she's good at being mad.

"You alright?" Michael says seriously. She still never changes her look, not even a blink.

"Well.." Michael coughs, I'm gonna let you guys finish your moment." He says awkwardly. He slow lying back up to the door and shuts it.

"Hey, come on what's wrong?" I shake her. Me manages to blink but never moves her face.

"Then I guess we are doing this the hard way." I say. I stand to my feet once again and cup her face, her blue eyes moving into mine.

"Kiss me." I whisper. She started blushing and I push her lips to mine.

Her breath tasted like mint. She pulled me on top of her and pulling my body closer to her.

"Hey, hey, slow down." I whisper. I didn't want to go to fast because of what might happen, and I couldn't do that to her.

"Oh god.." She sighs I could tell she regretted it. "I'm so sorry, Ashton." She takes off my beanie and lays it on the bed.

She walks the door but she stops in her tracks.

"You don't have to leave, I wanted to cuddle." I whine. I didn't want her to feel bad, it was mainly my fault anyway.

She walks back to the bed and sits on the frame.

"Hey, come here." I say. She listens and lays down next to me. I could tell she felt awkward about what just happened.

"I'm sorry." She repeats.

"Don't be, it was my fault." I say. I look at her arm, seeing all her cuts and scars. She noticed I was looking and hides it with the blanket.

"You don't need to hide from me." I say at almost a whisper. I remove the blanket covering her arm.

"What are you thinking about?" I blurt.

"How insane you are for loving my scars the way you do." She admits.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I ask her.

"Sure." She smiles

"When I was about 17 ish I used to the same thing. I lost pretty much all my family due to a shooting in my old house in Australia. My grandpa and I were basically the only ones that got out. My dad lived but he died a few days after. So I started becoming depressed, without the rest of my family I felt so empty, the same way you do right now. And I used to cut. But all my scars are gone." I show her my arm, no longer covered in scars. Only a few marks here and there. She rubbed my wrist and smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" I ask.

"I love your battle scars,"