Loving Him (Ashton Irwin a.u.)

Chapter 2

I practically ran home that afternoon. I had four hours to get home from work and get ready for my date with Ashton.

Was this a date?

Stop being stupid, I told myself. Yes, it's a date. You met the guy and he asked you out, so it's a date.

After our phone call during his break Ashton sent me a text just checking that I was going to go out with him, because he couldn't tell if I was joking or not on the phone, which I found just hilarious! And then he asked me where I lived so he could pick me up.

I told him to meet me at the end of my road. I didn't trust him with my exact address just yet.

The first thing I did when I got to my flat was run to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my room. I looked awful - sweaty and tired.

I jumped in the shower, taking a moment to shave my legs and underarms. I used all the shower gels and fragrant moisturisers I had before stepping out the shower and picking out an outfit from my wardrobe.

I had literally no clothes.

"Come on..." I muttered. "Something classy and flattering..."

I stopped and thought for a moment.

Black, I concluded. I should wear black.

I laid eyes on a black skater dress with a deep V-neck held together by a zig-zagging black string across the dip. It fell a few inches above the knee.

It was appropriate for a first date, right?

Ugh. It had been so long since I'd been on a date. Poor me.

I dried my ash blonde hair, styled it, and whacked on some makeup before sliding the dress on over my head.

I actually looked half decent.

Was the push-up bra too much?

Before I could even consider changing, my phone vibrated on my dressing table.

Ashton Coffee Guy:

I'm on the corner of ur rd

Oh, shoot! I was late!

Maisie Lee:

Running a couple of minutes late! I'll be as quick as I can!

Ashton Coffee Guy:

I'll wait :)

Shut up, heart! I argued with myself.

I pulled on some clear tights and then some black strappy heels before touching up my lipstick, grabbing my purse and running out the door.

When I got to the corner Ashton was standing there just watching the traffic go past. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark green shirt with a black blazer on top. On his feet he wore tan brogues. He looked pretty dapper.

"Hey," I greeted as I neared him.

Ashton pushed himself off the wall on which he was leaning and smiled at me, dimples an ocean deep appearing in his cheeks.

Oh my lord... Dimples.

"Good evening," he replied. "You look lovely."

I blushed. "Oh... I, this...? Um... Thanks?"

"My pleasure."

We walked in moderate silence into town, until I asked him, "So, where are we going?"

"Dinner," he replied. "I hope you like Chinese food."

I smiled a big, toothy smile. "Chinese food is my soul mate!" I joked and he chuckled, a strangely feminine sound. It made me blush again.