“Joey, can you get the door?” Ashton asked, caught up in a game of call of duty with Michael. “Please? Please” He begged with puppy eyes.
“I’m doing it, calm yourself” She hummed, getting up off of the sofa “No need for the puppy eyes, Irwin” Joelle walked towards the door and opened it, expecting Luke or Calum. What she got was four english guys with scarves and tank tops on. In the beginning of December. Right, well who else would they be than One Direction.
“Hello, is this Ashton’s house? We were told to come here, he’s the drummer for 5 seconds of summer?” Harry spoke up, trying to work out answers from the girl’s face, but unluckily for him he was talking to one of the most stone cold girls to ever grace Sydney without having a genuine issue.
“Yeah, this is Ashton’s house. Come in, they’re in the living room, Calum and Luke should be here in a minute” Joelle nodded, stepping back so that they could come in.
“You’ve got an english accent” One of them commented, taking off his scarf.
“Well spotted” Joelle smiled, walking through to the living room “Boys, you got any idea where Luke and Calum are?”
“Nope. Thought Cal was going to drive, but his dad could have hidden the keys after he picked us up from that party” Ashton hummed, now on the sofa now the game had ended. He looked over at the four standing in his living room and realised he should probably introduce himself “Hi, I’m Ashton, that’s Mikey, and this is Joelle. We’re missing half the band but they should be here soon.”
Joelle looked at her phone and saw the messages from Cal and Luke “I’m going to pick up Cal and Luke, I’ll be back in a minute” She pulled on her jacket and picked up her keys from the sideboard.
As soon as Joelle left, the four britons sat down on the sofa and began talking to Ashton and Michael freely.
“So, what’s Joelle’s whole thing? Seemed a bit blunt” Harry hummed, looking over at Ashton “Older sister?”
“My girlfriend” Ashton was extremely quick to clarify that from the word go. “She’s very blunt and sarcastic, yeah. It’s what she’s like, don’t get offended.”
“With Joelle it’s her way or get out” Michael told them, lying across two bean bags “She’s cool though.”
The door opened and Joelle stepped through, taking off her jacket and letting the two other boys hurl in and walk as nonchalantly as possible into the living room having just sped in.
Joelle walked in after them, having perfected nonchalant at age six, sitting down next to Ashton.
The two newcomers introduced themselves and then threw themselves on the beanbags.
One direction were actually surprisingly normal, and slightly boring. They had also never played mortal combat, so they had to be schooled. It was 5sos against 1D, and 5sos were winning. Joelle was making commentary and keeping up the scores.
“Final match” She announced dramatically, standing inbetween the two bean bags, respecting Penelope Irwin too much to actually stand on the sofa. “Ashton, the drummer from 5sos! Versus… Harry, one of the four singers from one direction! Before we start, if anyone would like to place bets, hand over your money now. Underage betting is illegal but so is my tattoo, so hand over”
Everyone handed at least a fiver over and Joelle nodded “Begin! May he who loses actually have a fatality performed on them!”
“Isn’t ashton your boyfriend?” Niall asked from across the sofa.
“Yeah. I’m just a violent person” Joelle hummed, joking.
“A violent person with a boyfriend who’s about to win” Ashton weighed in, smashing the A button into oblivion.
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Together | A.F.I
Fanfiction"I don't know how to do this alone" "So let's do it together" ⁂ we all have a version of ourselves that we would prefer to not show a soul, but we all have the chance to open up and show ourselves so that we can progress and improve whether that's...
