"i hate my life." i sighed over to calum.
"how could you even say that?" calum always seemed shocked whenever i complain about how this world sucks. how could he not see it?
"everything is just a reminder that i can't be happy anymore."
"why?! you have anything a guy can ask for! fame, fortune, girls falling at your fucking feet, you're touring the world with your 3 best mates! what else could you possibly need, ashton? i know you just broke up with sara, but come on ash, there are better girls than sara."
"i know." i roll my eyes. there were WAY better girls than sara.
"look ash, i don't know what you want me to do. so i'm taking you out to pick up a hot chick, and fuck the daylights out of her. she'll look amazing, and you'll be drunk as fuck, and we'll just have a great time."
"okay."
"get ready buddy, it's like, 8 o'clock already." with that, he pats my back and leaves my room.
i kept on my iconic black skinny jeans, and plain black shirt and boots. i just threw on a denim vest over my tee. i put on some dark sunglasses, to make it harder to notice me, and i had danielle(our stylist) fluff up my hair to make it more disguised.
but the time i met calum, he was ready, and i knew he would get any girl he wanted. me on the other hand, that would be a little harder.
calum was already slightly intoxicated from drinking with michael 2 hours prior, so i drove.
the second i got to the italian club, i hit the bar. it was a big bar, the counter stretching out for 30ft. i st as far away from anyone, because i wanted to get lit before making any moves on any girl. it made it easier.
after a countless amount of shots with calum, i waddle over to this blonde, who was hot, but not my type. she didn't have to know that, though.
she had already looked at me before i made my way over there, so we keep eye contact the entire walk up the each other. but i doubt she could tell, these shades were pretty dark. ($w^g m@nëy pu$$y)
i prayed she spoke english, otherwise i would have to make out with her for her to understand what i wanted.
"hey." i keep my voice deep&american- precautions- she may be a fan.
"how are you?" she giggles.
she spoke english, but her accent was thick as thick as my dick.
"i'm alight..." my voice trails after i see her mouthing words to someone across the bar.
i follow her stare, and freeze. i felt all the blood rush from my body, and the color leaving my skin. i nearly fell over.
her. it was her.
a r i a
from the look of her slightly messed up makeup, or her loose curls all over the place, i could tell she was drunk.
i watched her movements, and i watched as my best friend walked right up to her, and i watched her giggle at his flirting.
she had gotten more of a figure since she was that 16 year old. but i knew she was wearing makeup on her skin, her scars weren't showing.
i wondered if she had suffered as much as i had. i can't even listen to music anymore. music is a constant reminder of our countless dates on the beaches of sydney, and us blasting three days grace and eating popcorn, our feet dipped in the ocean.
i can barely look at myself in the mirror, i don't care for my hair anymore. (a/n: which is true he ash said it himself his hair is a fucking mess wow)
does she know how guilty i feel all the fucking time, that i had made the biggest mistake of my life? i had left her in her worst state, i left her, and i promised i would never.
does she know the feeling i get when i get in bed with another women? i feel like i'm going to vomit.
does she know that when i'm preforming, i think of her face in the crowd, and everything is okay again. but when i get backstage, i remember she is at home, probably having the time of her life with her new boy, and then i feel like my insides were ripped out, and then all that's left is the hollow shell that i want to destroy? she leaves me empty.
"hey pay attention!" the girl that was latched onto my arm giggles, breaking my cold glare towards calum.
"what's your name?" i started to feel sick again, i had lost all interest in her, and any other girl. (besides aria)
"olly! what about you?" she playfully hits my chest, with a smug smile played on her rosy face.
"ash." i left it simple, she didn't need to know my full name.
"that's a cute name. are you from america?" she asks, her italian accent making it sound like "ah-mere-ee-cah."
"n-uh, yeah."
"let's go get a drink than!"
i didn't waste anytime once we got to the hotel room, i wanted this to be over with.
my attempts to stay focus on this girl, ally(?¿), were failing, and all i could think of was aria's deep brown eyes staring at calum's puppy ones, and them stumbling out of the club, to the hotel two doors down, and now they were having the time of their lives, while i was stuck here wishing to be in calum's position.
the girl's moans were the only noise in the room, next to the smalls creaks that came out of the bed every time i thrusted.
after a good 10 minuets of that, both of us were tired and nearly asleep. sex was one of the only things that could put me to sleep lately, like i said, i can't even listen to music anymore.
aria aria aria.
from two doors down, i heard a familiar screech from a familiar girl. "holy fucking shit!"
