"Ashhhhhh..." you pulled at your boyfriend's sleeve. Ashton turned to look at you and shrugged off your arm. "I said I was sorry!" You were almost begging for him to say something to you. It had started this morning. You and Ash had decided to go out for breakfast, something that very rarely happened. You pulled up to your favorite coffee shop, holding hands. You were having a great morning. That is until he showed up. Your ex, Adam, was sitting alone in the corner of the store. He waved at you and you waved back. Ashton gave you a look but didnt say anything. As you were waiting for your coffee, Adam walked up to you. "Hey Y/N," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "you look....different." You smiled. You knew what he meant. You looked prettier. When you and Adam had dated, you hated yourself. You had horrible skin and your hair was so frizzy and dry. You always felt fat and bloated. But Adam still loved you. You weren't even sure why you broke up with him..... you shook your head. No. You couldn't think about that now. You had Ashton. "We should meet up some time. You know, to catch up." You could tell Adam was just trying to be nice. "Yeah. Definitely." As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt Ashton staring at you. "Well, I'll see you around." Adam gave an awkward smile and waved goodbye. You waved back. You saw that Ashton had already gotten your food and was walking out the door. You had tried to talk to him and you had apologized a hundred times, but Ashton wasn't listening and he wouldn't say a word to you. You sighed. Ash was just being stupid about this. He is so over jealous. You pulled out your phone and texted your group chat with all your besties.
Y/N: Hey girls! Wanna hit up the club tonight??
Camila: OMG YES
Jessie: yes! Let's do it!
Meg: I'm always up for a night out lol
You smiled at your friends. They were always there for you. You decided not to tell them about the trouble with Ashton. You were going to have a fun night with your girls, whether Ashton was there or not. As you got up to go get ready, Ashton didn't even look up. Fine. He can have it his way. You found a dress, put on some simple, yet pretty, makeup and curled your hair. You walked down the stairs, your heels louder than they needed to be. Ash looked up and you saw his mouth open like he was going to say something, but he turned around and said nothing. As much as you wanted to say something, you grabbed your clutch, and headed for the door. You met your friends at the club and got in just as the party was starting. You all headed straight for the bar and ordered a round of shots. You drank and drank, until the entire room was hazy, taking dance breaks in between. As you were dancing, drunk as hell, someone pushed you against a door. Your stupid, drunken self didn't realize that your dress had hooked on to the door. As you were standing up, the side of your dress ripped. The slit went all the way up to thigh, revealing much more than you wanted. You stood up and clumsily pushed your way through the crowd looking for your friends. You has to go home. You felt so exposed. You saw when of your friends and in an attempt to run, you tripped. You fell hard on your side. Someone kicked you in the ribs and another spilled their drink on your face. You didn't want to get up. Everything hurt and your head was throbbing. Maybe you could just fall asleep. You closed your eyes just as someone grabbed your arm.
You woke up the next morning with a killer headache. Wait, it wasn't morning. You opened your eyes a little to see the moonlight beaming through the window. You groaned as you turned over on the couch. How did you get on the couch? How did you get home? You used all your strength to sit up and look at the kitchen. The light was on. You stood up, grabbing on to anything in your reach to keep you from falling. You peeked in the kitchen. "Ashton?" You let go of the wall for a second to see if Ash was there. You saw Ashton sitting at the island. He turned around when he saw you and smiled. You tried to walk to him, but your legs turned to jelly. You fell, hitting the ground hard. Again. "Y/N! Are you okay?!" Ashton pulled you into his arms, picking you up bridal style. He carried you to the couch and set you down carefully. He brushes the hair out of your face and kissed your cheek gently. "How did I get out of the club?" You asked. "I came and got you. Your friend called me and told me that you were drunk as hell and you needed to go home. Im surprised she was sober enough to call me." You laughed at Ashton's remark. "So I came and got you, cleaned you up, and put you here. Where I thought you were sleeping." Ash said, kissing your forehead. "Oops." You stopped smiling as you remembered your previous argument. "Ash, I'm really sorry about-" Ashton kissed you, silencing you immediately. "Forget it, babygirl." You blushed. You always loved when Ashton called you that. You scooted over on the couch, patting the place next to your for Ashton to sit. Ashton hopped on the couch, letting you snuggle up to him. "Goodnight Y/N." 'Night Ash."
