Take Me to Nirvana

Chapter 1

-Btw (a large portion of the story is in Adelina's POV)-

I snuggled up to my boyfriend, ashton irwin, with a slight sigh.

It was amazing having someone who cared about me and was always at my aide when I felt alone.

I had been distressed when he had left for tour, and the arbor of his glowing eyes was fragmented for some time.

Therefore ashton had pulled some strings, and I was able to come on tour with him and the other boys. Under once exception from my parents: I had continue excelling in my online studies.

I was more than happy to oblige, for missing him had made me a nervous wreck. I had no clue what to do without him.

I knew from experience that it's bad to lean on someone this much, because they can slip right out from under you; just when you least expect it.

I once loved a man so much that he turned into my life, and I didn't want it to happen again. Revolving around one person had greatly affected my senses and ability to make wise decisions.

Ashton knew how much "he who shall not be named" had hurt me, and understood how I could not afford to be treated the same way again.

He always went out of his way just to make sure I was happy, which I thoroughly appreciated. Afterall, I wasn't the only one in pain.

Ashton knew the true defintion of sacrifice and misery, after his father left him he had to sacrifice much of his childhood and grow up fast. He suffered externally and internally and was used to being an outcast.

Then everything turned around and he came across 5 seconds of summer. They quickly grew popular world-wide, and he was loved by all. Somewhere in the bliss of success he noticed me, alone in the world and in need of guidance.

I was sitting on a city park bench writing in my notebook that I kept, and he has been taking a jog in the back trails of the park. He stopped when he noticed me in my deep concentrating face, which he thought was the funniest thing ever that he kneeled over laughing.

Offended that a stranger was laughing at me, i quickly snapped and demanded he tell me what he thought was so funny.

He shook his soft curls and glanced at the ground, unsure how to explain his inapropriate laughing fit.

"You looked so upset and mad at your notebook, it almost seemed like you were constipated," he replied biting his lip to keep himself from laughing any harder.

His laugh originally was what made me fall for him, it was so pure and estatic that it could brighten a room. If it wasn't for his laugh, I don't think I could have opened up to him the way I did.

"Well, for your information, im not constipated and I don't appreciate you laughing at my face." I sighed looking back down. This jackass thinks he can just walk up to me and say I looked constipated. He had another thing coming!

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be mean. I wasn't laughing at your face, I was laughing at your facial expression." He looked down grinning.

"Look, I'm really busy and I would just like to get back to my writing; so could you please just keep on running before I give you a reason to be running away?!" I glare back up at him.

"Sure babe! But only under one request, you tell me your name." He said walking closer to me.

"If you get any closer I'm going to get the police involved and order you be arrested for stalking me." I huff as I roll my eyes.

"If you tell me your name, I promise to leave you alone. Deal?" He says flopping down next to me on the bench.

"Fine," I say through gritted teeth. "My name is Adelina Rory, happy?"

"Ecstatic." He grinned, "Well it's nice to meet you, I hope maybe one day we will cross paths again."

"I wish I could say the same." I said looking back down and continuing to write.

"You know one day you will have to open up to someone, you can't always live in a fairytale." He said scooting closer.

"I thought you were leaving!" I replied back, obviously annoyed about him putting down my writing. It was something I truly cared about, and it helped me get away from the real world. I hated having to bite the truth, because it always tasted vile and putrid. "Ugh why did this strange man have to right," I thought to myself.

"I was originally going to be on my way, but I was intrigued by the way you treated me. No one has treated me that way in a long time, and trust me I don't miss it a bit. But I see your just masking something deeper babe, you are trying to hide behind the pages of that notebook. Sweetie, it's not working because I can see right through you."

After this new strangers little "rant," I was flabbergasted that he had the nerve to confront me when he knew absolutely nothing about me.

"Do you normally walk up to random people and make fun of them and try to figure out their life story? Or is that just your day job?" I said as I rolled my eyes once more.

"Actually, I'm the drummer for a band called 5 Seconds of Summer. What do you do?" He said whilst smirking and running his hand through his hair.

"For your information, I'm actually working currenlty on a novel, but unfortuently I have writer's block and I have no clue what the heck I'm actually going to write about." I say, once again sighing in disappointment.

"Well, honey. I can already tell you that your life isn't very interesting... But if you let me take you on a date i can give you a story beyond your wildest dreams." he said smirking as he leaned back against the park bench.

"Hey! My life is VErrrYY interesting! Second of all, why should i trust you?! Especially someone i don't know, or have any connections to! You could be a freaking pschopath!!" Deep down i knew i was being pretty melodramtic, but this guy was way to cocky and not my type at all.

Normally i would go after the sophisitcated man... Only to find that he was either taken or gay. Wow. On the bright side, i had tons of amazing gay friends that always kept me entertained. I had tried to start my novel on them, but i wasn't very good at writing from the point of view of a gay person...

"True. True. I COULD be. But I'm not, and I would really like to take you on a date. I PROMISE to make it interesting enough to make it into that little book of yours." he said grinning and gesturing to my purple notebook in my lap.

I sighed, sensing that this guy wasn't going to give up very soon. I might as well suck it up, buy some pepper spray, and go on a date with this idiot.

"Fine," I say through gritted teeth, "but only ONE date." I huffed as I leaned back to get out my phone. He cheekily got out his phone and we switched phone numbers. I remember praying in my head that he wouldn't be some crazy stalker and that I wasn't making a huge mistake.

In a way, it WAS a miracle... and a curse. But I haven't gotton there yet.