Battle Scars ➳ Ashton Irwin || #Wattys 2016

Chapter Sixteen

~ Previous ~

"It's okay, Ash." She removes herself from my body and sits back in her spot. "Let's go eat now, I'm starved." She giggles and I pull out into the drive through and order our food.

~Present~

Ashton

By the time we get our food and our are on the way home Shay has fallen asleep against the window. I know its too soon to be thinking about her this way but im starting to actually love her. Even with her flaws, she perfect. I know the boys would judge me for even think about being with her but I just cant help the feeling of wanting her. Wanting to know every little thing about her. Everything.

I needed to show her something.

I take the next exit off the freeway and start to head to my secret little place. I don't take anyone here. I usually go here alone when I need to destress. I haven't even told the boys about it. I hope she understand how important she is to me after this.

***

"Shay, wake up." I shake her. She groans and stretches her arms in front of her.

"Come on, I want to show you something." I shake her again. She groans again and crosses her arms and goes back to sleep.

I get out of the truck and go to the passenger side. I open her door and unbuckle her seatbelt and carry her out of the truck bridal style, with the food still on her lap.

She doesn't even move or try to struggle out of my arms, which I'm glad for.

This place is just beautiful at night. My mom took me here when I was young and we vacationed in New York when I was only five. The moon shines over the hills and you can see the crowed city. I lay Shay down in the grass, and she curls into a ball.

"Come on, sit up. It's just breathtaking." I say removing the food out of the bag. She obliges and rubs her eyes. Her jaw drops.

"Where are we?" She asks, looking around astonished.

"It's my little place. I haven't taken anyone else here before. I go here to just think for awhile and get something's off my mind." I pull the tacos out of the bag that were supposed to be for all of us.

"Why did you take me here?" She asks. She carefully unwraps the taco with her flimsy fingers.

"I just wanted someone time to spend with you, I thought you would like it. You don't like it do you?" I begin to panic. Fuck. Why am I such an idiot?

"No. Calm down. I love it. Thank you." She coos then takes a bite into her taco. I begin to smile again and eat more of the burger.

She pulls out her phone and turns on pandora. The song My Perfect by Johnny Balik. She gasps when she heard the it. I had never heard it before but it's slow and perfect for dancing.

"This is my favorite song!" She smiles and eats her taco, I set mine down then stand up and reach out my hand. She raises her eyebrow at me.

"Just give me your hand." I speak softly. She places her tiny hand in my big one, and I pull her close to me.

"I can't dance." She says.

"Yes you can, I'll teach you." I smile and our eyes meet. "Here place your hands around my neck." I grab her hands and pull them up to my neck, she can barely reach them from how small she is. "and then I place my hands on your hips then, we kinda just sway in circles." I look down at her as she watches our feet intently.

"Like this?" She giggles. I nod.

"Perfect." The song goes on and I can hear her hum the chorus as we dance in circles. The moon was perfect, and the sound from the city was an even better background noise. I clouds my ask for a better moment with the girl I'm falling for. The song ends and she looks up at me, but we don't stop moving. All I do is smile.

"Everyday without you is a day not worth it," I try to sing the song but fail from how high pitched she was singing. She giggles, then she sings the next line as we continue to dance.

We break apart and then continue to eat.

"Shay, without you I don't know where I would be." I whisper. "No one understand me the way you do, and no one ever will. Not even the boys." I scoot closer to her.

"I'm glad I'm can make you happy, ash." She finishes the last taco and crumbles the wrapper and throws it into the take out bag.

"You've come so far than you have in the last few days. Why is that?" I ask. I think the therapy only made her worse, she began to think more and more about the way her life was and it was stressing her out more and more and she thought about it.

"Honestly? It's because you boys have given me your undivided attention. And not one else has ever done that for me." She admits.

"Get used to it, we're not going anywhere."