the girls of the boys

party of ashton

The echo of the doorbell rung and Becca hopped up from her reclined position on the couch where she had been channel surfing and ran to the door. Before she reached out to open it, she smoothed her fly aways, readjusted her bandana, and attempted to regain her composure. She reached out so her hand touched the cool metal knob and she yanked the door open to come face to face with Ashton Irwin.

 

"Oh my god," she whispered to herself, "Hi!"

 

"Hi!" He flashed her a toothy grin, "Becca, am I right?" He asked cocking his head to the side, slightly unsure of himself and his self consciousness about forgetting names, showing through. He blushed slightly and his ears crimsoned.

 

"Yeah! You're right, it's Becca," She smiled as encouragingly as possible and it was effective because he exhaled, subtly, but Becca was studying his every movement.

 

"Um, I'm Ashton," He smiled softly and laughed slightly at himself, "but I think you may already know that." She nodded a few times and smiled at him. All of a sudden Becca then realized he was here to retrieve papers that Zayn had and she was to be the one to do the trade off.

 

"Oh yeah!" She said out loud as she turned around and reached for the papers on the counter. Her fingers nipped the papers and they went flying to the ground in a romantic floating fashion.

 

"Shit," she muttered, immediately stooping down to scoop the countless pages up off the floor which was still sticky from the Coca Cola can that Zayn had crushed. "I'm really sorry" she muttered as her face turned red and she tried to avoid eye contact. He stooped down next to her and caught her eye.

 

"Hey no worries," he said tenderly and gave her a goofy sideways grin as he palmed some of the papers and scooped them into the crook of his arm. They collected all the papers and she gingerly offered them to Ashton.

 

"Thanks a lot!" He smiled as he turned to leave.

 

No, please don't leave, Becca's subconscious screamed at him, but Becca bit her tongue and gave a little nod and smile. He began walking out the still open door and Becca slowly hung her head and followed, to see him out. She looked at the floor and her heart sank a little bit. When suddenly she felt her forehead run into the smooth leather of Ashton's jacket.

 

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm literally, oh my god" she stammered and silently cursing herself for not watching where she was going.

 

"No it's all good, it was my fault," Ashton said as he turned to face her, midway through the door.

 

"No, really it was-" Becca started but Ashton interrupted as soon as she started speaking.

 

"No, it was seriously my fault, I stopped walking because I was debating whether it would be too forward," he paused and scratched a fringe of hair that had fallen into his eyes. Becca bounced on her toes subtly and her subconscious did flips. "I just didn't know if inviting you to a house party that's happening tonight was too forward, since I just met ya and all, but consider this your formal invitation." He said, the last sentence all in one extended breath and the pace ever increasing.

 

"A party?" Becca's eyes sparkled and she nodded quickly, "I'd love to go, can I bring a few people?" She asked quickly and hesitantly, since she had just been invited she didn't want to make him regret inviting her because she wanted to bring more people.

 

"Yeah! Bring whoever you want!" Ashton replied and interrupted her destructive thought pattern. "Here, can you put your number into my phone so I can text you the address?" He asked, offering his black iPhone to her. She took it and felt his rough palms that were, at one time, covered in new drummer callouses, and now only hard skin that was accustomed to rough use.

 

"Wait," she paused in the middle of typing in her number, "why can't you just tell me the address now?" She asked, her thumbs hovering over the keypad.

 

"Um," he faltered and smiled at himself, "I just wanted to have your number, I dunno, is that okay?" He asked smiling nervously. Becca mentally punched herself, and her subconscious rolled her eyes.

 

"Yeah, oh god, sorry, that was really embarrassing," she mumbled as she finished typing in her number and handed the phone back to Ashton.

 

"Don't worry about it, perfect girls are boring," He winked at her and turned down the step as he walked towards his car. Becca gave him a final smile and a little wave before closing the door slowly.

 

As soon as the door was back in it's place she put both hands over her gaping mouth and screamed. Yet not a second after she got her breath back the door flew open. Zayn stood in the doorway and locked eyes with Becca. He rushed towards her and she instinctively took a step backwards but he moved forwards faster. He picked her up by her waist and a smile quickly spread across her lips. He spun her around for a second before setting her down and cupping her cheeks. HIs eyes implored hers for a long moment before he leaned in and gave her a long kiss. She moved her hands to his hair and he pulled her closer. He pulled back for a moment and she bit her lip.

 

"My my, what a surprise!" she smiled gently touched Zayn's cheek.

 

"Hopefully a good surprise," he said before giving her another surprise attack kiss and looking at her for a moment.

 

"Where did you go, what happened?" She asked, questions pouring out faster than the words could form.

 

"I just went for a walk and cleared my head," he said, keeping his hands on her cheeks. "So what are we doing tonight?" He asked, out of breath from his display of affection.

 

"Well," she hesitated, "I got invited to a party, so I was going to go with Kirsten and Sarah." She said looking up at him and silently praying he wouldn't ask who or why she was going.

 

"Who's party?" Zayn asked completely oblivious to her silent prayers.

"Just a friend, but I have to call Kirsten and Sarah and see if they even want to come, so I need to get get ready and stuff!" She was intentionally vague and gave him a quick peck on the lips before taking off down the hallway, praying he wouldn't follow her.