Heartbreak Girl (Ashton Irwin Fanfic)

Chapter 18: My Cure

Ashton's P.O.V.

It's been three days. Three whole days since I confessed my feelings to Aoife. At first I really thought I had a chance. She kissed me back! But of course nothing good lasts forever. When she pulled away... I honestly can't describe how worthless I felt. She thought I was crazy, which I am.

Now, I just feel empty. I hate everything. I hate myself. Why can't I be more handsome? More muscular? What exactly is it that girls are attracted to? Not me, that's for sure.

There's one thing I can't get my head around though... Sure, Aoife may have rejected me, but that doesn't make her a bad person. At school the bullies used to call her all sorts of horrible names; Bitch. Slut. Whore. The girl I know and love couldn't be further from those things. So why hasn't she tried to contact me? I understand that she needs time to deal with this but three days? That's so unlike her.

Maybe I should just call round to her flat. The worst she could do is slam the door in my face, and I know she'd never do that. I might not get to be with her in the way I truly want, but I refuse to let years worth of friendship go down the drain. It would leave us both broken.

Aoife's P.O.V.

"Don't cry, princess." Matt cooed.

I sniffled and looked up at him through teary eyes. "Let me go." I begged for the hundredth time.

He knelt down beside me and wiped away a few tears; it was pointless, though; more came to take their place.

"Sweetheart... You know I can't do that."

At one point he looked genuinely concerned, which made me wonder if the old him was still in there somewhere. But once his guilty expression twisted into a smug grin; I knew I'd been fooled.

"P-please Matt. I won't tell anyone, I swear. Just l-let me go."

I felt a stinging sensation in my left arm, followed by a pain that almost felt numb. "Stop. Talking." He said through gritted teeth.

I took my bottom lip between my teeth to stop me from whimpering. I didn't have the energy to fight anymore. I'd just have to face beating after beating and find a way to get through it. He wanted to break me; but I wasn't prepared to crumble that easily. There was one thing, or rather, one person I was thinking about to help me through this.

Ashton.

Kind, caring, sweet, beautiful Ashton. Why did I knock him back? Why couldn't my stupid brain see what was staring me right in the face for years?

It's him. He's always been there. Every time I felt like crying, he was the one who cracked a silly joke to cheer me up. He didn't care if it made him look like an idiot; just as long as he put a smile on my face. Thinking back, that's all he ever did. He made me feel better.

He made me feel loved.

People have so many different concepts of what 'love' is. Some think it's just a romanticised notion that only exists in books and soppy movies. Others argue that it's the one thing which keeps the world spinning.

For me, love is an overused word in society. Love has become a meaningless expression, rather than an expressed emotion. But having said this, I also think it's the most rare yet powerful feeling anyone could ever have. Love isn't just one thing; it's a mixture of things all fused together. Trust. Respect. Understanding. Loyalty.

It doesn't matter how much Matt tries to break me down. I could take a thousand blows from him and it still wouldn't change the way I feel. The way I've always felt deep down, I've just been too afraid to admit it until now.

Ashton is my cure; and I'm pretty sure that's why I'm in love with him.

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 A/N: Woooooo Ashfe! I ship it so hard idk about you guys ;)

Thanks for reading! x