the girls of the boys

late night fights

"Hey, um, you know I wouldn't call unless it was really important, but, um, I just, can you come over? Yeah I'm at the flat, just come to the back door, yeah, please, sorry, I just really need someone."

"You called?" Ashton asked softly as he swung his leg in through the guest room window. She barely let him bring his second leg into the house before Becca wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into the soft wool on his jacket shoulder pads.

"Oh my god, Becca" Ashton said softly into her hair as he pulled her into the hug and lifted her onto her toes. She felt his warm breath grazing her bare shoulder and she inhaled the scent of baby powder and Axe that followed Ashton. Becca bit her lip, hard, to keep from crying her she felt a single tear escape the pool that had built up in her eyes and roll off her cheek, kissing the wool with a small splat.

"Oh my god, Becca, are you crying? No . . ." Ashton's voice faded off and he looked at her from arms length before leading her to the couch where he let her curl up on his lap.

"Thanks for coming, Ash" Becca said softly and rested her chin on the smooth cool leather.

"Let's get out of here, I'll bring you back to my place, okay?" He asked tenderly as he picked her up and carried her towards the door. Becca, not responding verbally, nodded her head into his shoulder and yawned as she snuggled into him.

"So what happened?" Ashton asked as Becca sat, almost numb, the whole ride to his home.

"Zayn . . . saw the photos of us kissing that people posted from your party and he got really mad and . . ." She voice faded out to a whisper and then ceased.

"Shoot, Becca . . . I'm so sorry, so this is all my fault?" Ashton asked, as he parked in his driveway and shut off the ignition. "I'm so sorry, I ruined everything, why did you even call me?"

"Because, I like you" the words rolled off her tongue faster than she had the time to stop them and then she felt herself moving towards Ashton. Her lips found his and pressed into him, Becca could feel his surprise but she didn't break the kiss, Ashton kissed back after a second delay and drunk Becca smiled to herself.

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Becca felt the warmth beneath her moving and she woke up with a start.

"Sorry Becca," Ashton whispered as he cracked his neck and stretched his long arms. Becca realized she was in Ashton's temporary apartment type thing and she came to the understanding that he had sat and held her as he waited for her to fall asleep. She smiled and nuzzled into his thigh from her lying down position.

"Ash, is there any food in this shit hole?" She heard a low voice growl from the kitchen. She lifted her head and made eye contact with Luke. She gave a half assed smile and she propped herself on her elbows.

Becca: Hey K, I'm at Ash's apartment, come pick me up pleassee . . .

Becca only waited about 30 seconds before she opened a snapchat of an unhappy Kirsten, in her car, on her way. Becca smiled to herself, blinked the sleepies out of her eyes, and stretched. She sat up and faced Ashton.

"Breakfast for the princess?" Ashton asked, offering his hand to escort her to the kitchen. Even though Becca hated breakfast, she couldn't refuse his offer and willingly took his hand as he led her into the kitchen. Luke was rummaging in his boxers for the cereals.

"Expecting someone?" He asked gruffly as he nodded towards Kirsten's car in the driveway. Becca glanced at Ashton who was squinting though his glasses at the foreign vehicle.