Manipulative || A.I.

Aftermath +

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Ashton's POV -

I don't think she realizes how much simply being her friend sucks. We talk on the phone almost every night, whether it's when I steal the phone from Amelia, or she actually calls me but every night we have some sort of discussion and she never mentions seeing any one.

And then I show up on the week of her birthday and there, pulling her to his side at the airport, is some proper ass bloke, with his fucking tie, and button up shirt, and his goddamn gelled up hair.

Claud? I mean what kind of fucking name is Claud?!

He's exactly the guy her parents would have chosen for her. The complete wrong match. I just can't believe she would be with someone so, so...It's conceited to say not me, right?

I thought this whole journal thing would help. Harry uses it on the road and now that we have been signed to open for such a big act, and the boys have become like our mentors in some ways, I thought it would help me. All it has done has made me angrily rip paper with the strength of my pen pressing to the page.

And every line is filled with Sarah. Or something to do with her. If she ever got her hand on this that would probably ruin any chance I have.

Who am I kidding?! I don't have a chance anymore. Maybe this birthday week will be the last time I see her. I should just say goodbye for good this time. We did it for six months. I guess I could try to do it for the rest of my life.

Well I hear Luke banging on the door. Fuck this birthday party. I'm already over it.

He shut the journal angrily and tossed it on his unopened suitcase. He ran to open the door to let Luke in, but when he pulled open the door he was surprised when he saw the birthday girl standing in front of him instead.

And damn her. She had gotten her hair cut and it suited her face. Relaxed curls just below her shoulders. And her outfit. An extremely short gold sequined dress, that made her legs look like pillars that he wanted wrapped around his waist. The dress had long sleeves that he wanted to slowly peel away and leave soft kisses on her arms leading up to her soft and tender neck. And a pair of skyscraper high heels that made those damn legs look so delectable he was not going to be able to handle this party, she was clearly on the way to herself.

"Sarah? What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be at your own party?" He quickly pulled the door closed a bit to not allow her the open access he would have given to her in the past. If he was going to have to drop her after this week, he would have to start small.

"I...I...um...I actually don't know why I came here first. I just felt I needed to see you and explain," she played with her fingers nervously.

"Explain what?" He asked trying to play dumb but in a clearly obvious way.

"Don't do that Ashton. Please don't do that," she weakly spoke.

He felt a lump in his throat when he saw how upset she was with his feigned stupidity. He put up his a finger to ask her to give him a minute, he shut the door and grabbed his hotel key and a jacket. If she wanted to explain he needed to be somewhere public, and he needed to not be alone with her. He walked back to the door and then continued and walked out.

"What're you doing?" She asked.

"We're going to talk on the way to your party," he shrugged at her question and walked towards the elevator.