we got tonight [a.i]

chapter 6

Ashton & I spent about an hour underneath that tree. We talked and laughed. By around 12:30am, I was pretty tired, so i decided to call it a night. I ordered a uber and waited out the front of the house with Ashton for it to arrive.
"Tonight's been fun," I told Ashton, looking up to his face. He looked down at me and nodded. "I'd love to do it again," he whispered, softly placing his hand on my cold cheek. It instantly warmed up, not only my cheek but my whole body. "I'd like that..." I softly muttered. And then, Ashton slowly leaned down to brush his lips against my own. My heart started beating faster, and I noticed a million things about him. I noticed his smell, he smelled of comfort and warmth. I noticed how beautiful his eyes were in the moon light, and how his lips felt pressed ever so slightly to mine. And then it was over. He pulled back and sighed. "I think your rides here," he said. I hadn't even noticed the blearing headlights shining on the two of us, I had been to focused on Ashton.

I took a step away from Ashton. "I guess this is it. Goodnight Ash." I turned away from him and walked over to my uber. I was just about to open the door of the car before Ashton called out. "Wait!" He yelled. I turned around and smiled at him. "Yeah?" "I-I need your number. I mean, can I please have your number?" I silently chuckled at his sudden shyness. "Of course," I muttered, grabbing the phone from his hand and holding it out to him so he could unlock it. I quickly put in my number and handed it back to him. I was just about to say something when the über driver honked, signalling that he was pissed off and ready to leave. "Bye Margs," ash whispered. "Bye Ash,"

ASHTONS POV

She was beautiful. Maybe it was her lilac and blonde hair, her cute little button nose. Maybe it was the light speckle of freckles across her face, peeping out from behind her makeup. Maybe it was her edginess, from her sharp eyebrows and pierced nose, right down to her high heeled boots. Or maybe it was the way she played the drums. The look in her eyes, the concentration. The way that she smiled, that smile with full lips and straight white teeth, whenever someone in her band messed up their part slightly. It wasn't a mean smile. It was more of a "Whatever. We sound fucking awesome anyway." Kind of smile.
I loved the way that when she first saw me, she didn't recognise me at first. She wasn't being nice or witty or charming just because I was "Ashton Iwrin, from 5sos" she was being nice and witty and charming because that just the kinda person she is.
Tonight I had a taste of Margo.
And I know for a fact, that I would do anything to see her again.

OMG SO MANY THINGS
A) almost 500 views yayayayayay
B) I've been gone for like 3 months or something IM SO SORRY
C) I went to 1d for the first time ever the other week and it was amazing