Trust [a. irwin]

ten

All week Ashton and I have been together. We've been drinking a lot, drugs may have been involved also, but a lot of drinking.

After the week of drinking almost every night with Ashton, I feel like I should have alcohol poisoning by now. I don't know how I'm still functioning.

Well, I'm not functioning, I'm drunk again.

"Another." I giggle.

I'm on my, fourth shot, I think.

Ashton and I are going back and forth, taking shots, and we're both giggling like crazy.

He giggles, pouring more into the shot glass and laughs when he misses and gets it all over the counter.

"Oh my god shut up!" Michael yells as he walks by. "It's like two in the morning!"

"F-fuck you." I mutter.

"Give me a shot." He mumbles.

He takes Ashton glass and Ashton whines, but Michael just rolls his eyes taking a shot.

"Fuck." Michael mutters, slamming the glass back on the table. "I'm going to bed now. Please don't pass out here."

"Can't make any promises!" Ashton giggles.

"Fuck, you two are so annoying." He mutters, heading upstairs.

"More shots!" Ashton yells, pouring himself another.

That's probably the last thing I remember.

-

I wake up with a massive headache.

What happened last night?

I remember taking shots with Ashton..

Where even am I?

I sit up and look around realizing I'm not at home in my room.

I'm in Ashton's room.

Turning to look beside me, Ashton's sleeping.

I look down at myself, then him. We're both fully dressed so I know if anything happened, we didn't get that far.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in and I quickly make my way out of Ashton's room.

Please don't let me get caught.

"Emma!" Michael yells, making me wince in pain due to this terrible headache.

I slowly turn around, "Michael, hi."

"So you and Ashton spent the night together.."

I roll my eyes, "Nothing happened."

"I figured. I probably would've heard you two if something did happen." He replies as we make our way downstairs.

"Do you guys have anything for me to get rid of this shitty headache?" I ask, sitting up on the counter in the kitchen.

Michael gets me a glass of water, and hands me two pills.

"What are you doing awake this early anyways?" He asks as I swallow the pills.

"I could ask you the same thing." I smirk, taking another sip from the glass of water.

"Well I'm awake because- well I don't really know." He mumbles.

"Well, I'm awake because I don't usually sleep in, I'm always awake earlier." I reply.

"So, I know I'm not your favourite of us guys-"