I Wish You Would [Ashton Irwin One Shot]

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"We can't keep doing this, Ashton. I'm tired of it."

"Yes we can, we can make it work."

"You keep saying that, but god, it stopped working as soon as you left."

"Don't say that, don't pin this on me."

"Ashton I'm not-"

"Yes you are. You can't take the heat, you always push things onto me."

"You know I don't cope well."

"Apparently."

"It's a crooked love that we have Ashton, nothing ever goes right. The world doesn't agree with this. With us."

"Fuck the world. I want you. I need you."

"I don't know if I can keep fighting, Ash."

"Don't say that. Remember what we're fighting for."

"Do you even remember? The way it was, before all this? Because I'm starting to forget. Forget the little things, like the way you smell and the way your arms feel wrapped around my waist."

"I hate this. I hate it. I'm forgetting too, I hate it."

"We can't do this anymore, Ashton. I have to go."

"Please don't hang up, Daisy. Don't do it."

"Ashton, I have to go. I love you."

"Daisy please-"

The line disconnected. She was gone and so was he. That was it.

It had been two months since Ashton lost Daisy. He wished he could go back and remember what he was fighting for. He could never forget the brown-haired, blue-eyed beauty, not for as long as he lived.

It had been two months since Daisy hung up on Ashton. She wished she hadn't. She wished she could go back and keep fighting. She also wished Ashton was with her. God, she missed him more than anything.

They both wished the other was right there with them. They both wanted the other to come back.

They wanted to fight for what they had, but they worried the other didn't want to fight as hard as they did. It was a crooked love.

2am.

2am always had a funny way of bringing back memories that Ashton and Daisy tried so hard to forget.

Ashton was back in his hometown after being on tour for three months. He hadn't told Daisy he was back, he didn't know if he could face her.

Yet here he was, driving around her neighborhood.

He passed her street and the memories started.

He didn't stop; he just kept driving as the memories moved around in his head.

Daisy was lying on her bed, wide awake and staring at the ceiling.

Since Ashton left, she had trouble sleeping.

She missed the feeling of security his arms brought with him; assuring her nothing could hurt her in her sleepy state.

She wished he would just come back.

She wanted him back more than anything.

Headlights passed Daisy's window, and she thought about their relationship.

It was always so intense, so passionate. It scared Daisy to death, as she had never been in love or so in love with a person. Ever.

Yet here she was, hiding from the person who meant the most to her.

Ashton was hiding too.

He had parked outside Daisy's house, turning off the headlights so no one suspected anything. He wanted so badly to knock on her door and beg for her to take him back.

But he didn't, because once again, he was too afraid.

He was afraid of the love they shared. He had never been so in love, so here he was, hiding from the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Daisy wished Ashton would just show up at her door.

She missed him too much to be mad at him anymore.

She wished he was right here, right now. She just wanted him back.

Daisy picked up her phone and opened a new text, addressing it to Ashton. She stared at the bright screen for a solid five minutes before sighing and throwing the phone to the end of her bed.

Ashton couldn't stop looking at Daisy's front door.

She was right there, closer than he'd been to her over the last three months. He was sure she wanted this as much as he did, but he was scared. So fucking scared.

Daisy closed her eyes, willing sleep to take her so she could forget the stupid curly haired boy who had stolen her heart.

Ashton shook his head, climbing out his car.

This was his last chance to get her back and he couldn't waste it.

So he marched himself up to her front door and knocked.

He knocked and knocked and knocked until the door swung open.

Daisy nearly fell over when she saw Ashton standing on her front doorstep. How was he here? Why didn't he let her know he was back?

"You're back?"

"I'm back. I'm right here, right now."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was terrified to see you again."

"But you're here now."

"I've been sitting in my car on the curb for half an hour, actually."

"Creepy. Very you."

"Thanks."

Silence overtook the pair as they took in each other.

Ashton couldn't help but look Daisy up and down.

She was skinner than before he left, and she had dark circles under her eyes. Yet she still sported one of his shirts that was miles too big for her. That made him smile.

Daisy couldn't help but stare at Ashton.

The first things she noticed about Ashton was how dull his eyes were. That, and his hair was so shaggy that it barely curled anymore. He looked okay, nowhere near as bad as she looked though.

"You look good."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No. You look better than I do."

"I disagree. I'm a wreck without you."

"So am I. I miss you, Ash. I miss you too much to be mad at you anymore."

"I wish we could go back to that night, and remember what we were fighting for."

"Our stupid, crooked love."

"Our crooked love."

"It makes me want to run and hide, Ash."

"Turn back around."

And with that, Ashton pressed his lips against Daisy's. He felt the life he'd been missing flood back into him, as if Daisy was recharging him.

As soon as Ashton kissed Daisy, she was wide awake. She'd been living half asleep for three months and she was finally awake.

The kiss didn't deepen, it didn't need to. It spoke all the words the two were afraid to say.

"Our crooked love."

"The world can never take it from us."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."