Broken || Ashton Irwin

Chapter 12

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I woke up the next day, finding myself sprawled on the sofa with Ashton's arm draped round my shoulder. Everything from last night was such a blur and I didn't even remember going to sleep, I guessed that we must have fallen asleep, because I never agreed for Ashton to stay over. I tried to turn over to look at the time on my phone without waking Ashton up. If I didn't remember last night at all, I didn't think Ashton would either.

I laid there for a second listening to his breathing, my arm was rested on his chest and moved gently up and down to the beat of his heart.

Slowly I took his arm and unwrapped him from my body, but without luck because as soon as I rested his arm back down he flinched and his eyes slowly started to open. He sat up almost nervously, looking around my living room.

"What the hell happened," he whined, squinting because of the light. His voice was husky and his hair was ruffled. "Why am I here?" He questioned, sitting further up.

I jumped up quickly.

"I don't know why you're still here," I started. "I don't remember anything." I stuttered. Which was true, I could vaguely remember things from last night, but my mind was completely blank when it came to falling asleep.

"Why didn't you tell me to go home, why did you let me fall asleep here, for fucks sake." He groaned. Again, I couldn't remember much from last night but he was obviously in a better mood then he was now.

"Don't blame this on me, you brought the vodka that got us in this situation," I said, pointing to the empty bottle stood on the table. Suddenly memories of us sat together, each taking gulps of the alcohol came back to my mind and things were starting to become much clearer.

He stood up. "Well you should have woke me up," he shouted, picking his shirt up from the floor beside the sofa and pulling it over his head.

"How the fuck could I have woken you up when I was asleep." I spat back, getting irritated with his mood.

"Jesus Charlotte I don't know, maybe you shouldn't have invited me in the first place," he shouted again, storming over to my front door and sitting down to put his shoes on.

"Why are you blaming all this on me, I didn't force you to stay over." I blurted out, following him to the door. He was sat on the floor, so I felt much more powerful then him for a change, normally I felt quite threatend.

"I don't like not being able to remember things okay?" He bellowed, standing up and punching the wall hard, "That's why I'm pissed off, because I don't know what happened and I hate that, I hate it." He snapped, his face turning a dark shade of red, and his teeth gritted.

"That's not my fault." I reasoned backing away from him. I knew I should have just left it but he was annoying me, I wouldn't have minded but his excuse for being angry was not a valid reason to be angry with me.

"I'm not saying it is your fault," he grumbled, opening the door and storming out. He slammed the door behind him and it shut so hard that the whole house shook, resembling me as I fell to the floor, shaking as a tear rolled down my cheek.

I had done it again, lost everything for him. I had told myself the first time that Michael was more important but naive me had given Ashton another chance. Well that was the last time. Even if nobody else wanted to speak to me, I wouldn't speak to him. He had messed enough things up for me, and for the first time I was beginning to see why people had warned me to stay away.

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"Eat up Charlotte," Mum smiled, as we sat around the table. The mood was awkward and I felt like everyone was trying to play happy families which was stupid, because it was obvious we weren't happy and these days were weren't really even a family.