(I love this scene in smg and i'm updating this during lunch ayeee)
day seventeen: good then bad
*warning ;)
three months later : may 25, 2015
long island
ashton's house
6:58pm"eddie?"
"what,"
"do you hate me?"
"seriously?" eddie turns around to face ashton, who's holding a shy expression on his face as his right hand brushes the back of his neck nervously. "i don't hate you ashton, it's just - i don't know,"
ashton sighs, scooting over to the now lime green headed girl on the bed, "let it go."
eddie laughs, biting her lip nervously.
ashton notices, "what?"
"it's funny because i'm trying not to sing let it go,"
it's been three months after the death of ginger franco frances and three months since eddie has witness a person dying and she truly doesn't know how to feel about it. although the funeral only happened three weeks ago, the feeling of death keeps dragging her soul down and she can't get rid of it. after everyone found out about ginger, they decided it would be best to give a small funeral and show their respects although they didn't know her as well.
only niall, louis, harry, ashton, and her know about the small letters and the gun left on that night.
ashton leans forward, knitting his fingers together and placing them on his lap, "i don't know, eddie, you've gotta move on, yeah? it's tough, yeah i know but babe, it's time."
"it's time to begin isn't it?" eddie whispers, turning over on her side, her hair covering her face as ashton tries to avoid the exposed skin peeking through the bottom of her black loose shirt. he flickers his eyes back to eddie's to see her glaring at him between the strands of her hair.
so he nods, "yeah,"
eddie just sighs, turning over again so her back is facing ashton. she'll admit, she really likes ashton but then there's zayn at the back of her mind like he's bound to come back into her life again and possibly ruin everything for everyone again. niall keeps telling her to give up, specifically saying "he's not gonna gone back for awhile," and her thinking, how could niall say that about his brother, she'll never know until niall decides to cough it up and tell her.
"dude," she suddenly whispers, feeling a strong arm sling to her waist and pulling her closer to the warm heat source.
"oh, shït, sor-sorry," ashton stammers, pulling away. "was that too much?"
"no, no, it was fine," eddie assures, turning over a third time to face the blushing ashton. she watches as he closes his eyes, a smiling painting his pink lips. she scans the way his hair is slightly pushed back by the american bandana harry gave him and the way the small freckles around his nose.
she briefly closes her eyes when ashton suddenly opens his a with smirk.
"i like you, eddie." he laughs nervously, hoping her response would be something positive instead of negative like every time he tells a girl he likes them.
when she doesn't respond, he says it again but louder but still gets nothing out of it so he sits down and shakes eddie eagerly.
"eddie? eddie, babe?"
no answer.
"fück!" ashton shouts, tucking away the green hair away from her caramel face, checking drastically for anything that may seem out of place. when he doesn't, he quickly fetches his phone off the night stand and dials the number he knows.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"my friend, shït, she's not breathing,"
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may 26, 2015
doncaster, england
12:10am"yeah, yeah, just li-oh my god, like that, fück!"
"louis, dadd-fück,"
"keep going baby, daddy likes it when you scream his name,"
harry groans, obeying louis as he continues to flutter his eyes shut, enjoying the way louis is pushing in and out his arse blissfully. the bed shakes and squeaks with fright as their weight combines together to create an even bigger amount of weight on the mattress.
"daddy, i-i'm,"
"baby, fück, same, same," louis moans, nudging his head into harry's neck to muffle his moans, hips digging deeper within every thrust causing the lad beneath him to cry out louder in pleasure and run his lanky fingers through his louis' hair. harry looks straight up at the dark ceiling -the lights are off -, pushing his hips against louis' fast paced thrusts and leaving his mouth opened wided as the loud groans and whimpers leave.
"fück, fück, fück, - " louis whimpers into harry's already marked neck, going harder and faster, circling his hips as he feels his lower stomach turning and jumping in excitement.
harry tenses and calls out, "daddy!" loud enough to cause louis to lose control.
"baby, oh my-fück!"
suddenly and unxpectedly, the bed breaks.
but that doesn't stop louis from cümming and harry yelling out his name and soon following louis' lead.
they lay there still, their breathing only heard throughout the room as their minds do a run through of what the hell just happened.
"did we just break the be-?
"yes," louis answers faintly, slowly pulling out of harry and rolling to the side to only land on the carpet with a small thud and a groan.
harry laughs, "didn't know you had it in you old man,"
louis whines, "neither did i but bloody hell, your äss is like made for fückïng, amen, thank you god for harry's äss."
"but the bed broke," harry chuckles. "and my äss is leaking with your whipped cream,"
suddenly, louis laughs out loud, holding his hand to his stomach, "d-did you j-just say my cüm as wh-whipped cream? oh my god, harry!"
harry shrugs, loving the sound of louis' adorable laughter, "yeah, i said it loud and i'm proud, deal with it,"
"yeah just like you were saying daddy loud and proud," louis mumbles, getting up from off the floor and and smacking harry's äss with his black tank top. harry whines but then giggles.
"i have a singing tomorrow, i want you to come, h," louis suggests, before going into the bathroom to turn on the shower pipe.
"sure," harry yells back and reaches out to grab his phone off the night desk without getting up.
he eventually doesn't get it because louis' piercing screaming startles him.
"harry!"
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