Stay With Me || a.i. c.h. l.h. m.c. Fanfic

Idiots and Jobs

•Ashton's POV•

"Oh great! See you at six, love you, Blake," I said with out thinking.

"Yeah, at six, got it! See you there," she said before I hung up.
You're such an idiot! Why did you say that? You could've ruined everything!

What did I just do?

Calum and Luke have been at writing all day, leaving me with Michael. I haven't seen him for that long today, but the sound of screeching tires from his room indicate that he is, at least, alive.

Right now the tears are starting to build up in my eyes because of what the girls may think when we tell them about the tour, I don't know if we'll be able to take them with us.....

What have I done?
•Ari's POV•

"Ari! Why are the shirts all on the floor?!? I told you to pick them up 20 minutes ago!" Josh, my shift manager, yells at me.

God I hate him

"Because a horde of little, fucking, kids came through, and they liked playing in the shirt racks. And I let them have their fun, okay? Okay!" I quietly hiss at him. I work at Nike and there are actually a lot of people who come through, so there's always some mess that Josh yells at me for.

"I don't care, clean them up!" He yells back at me, I just walked over and started to clean them up, I can't loose this job.

"Good, now maybe you can actually earn some of your paycheck," he says to me after I finish hanging up the shirts.

I choose to be smart and not open my mouth again, I look down at my watch and see that its 4:00 so I go and I collect my things and leave that hell hole.

As soon as I get home I can tell that something's wrong with Blake, she has really nice clothes on, and isn't yelling at the Xbox.

"Hey, Blake," I say after I set my stuff down.

"Hey," she says faintly in reply.

"What's wrong? Are the boys at writing?" I knew the answer to the second question already, of course they were, they have their new album and are pretty nervous about it.

"Yeah, Calum and Luke are, but Ashton and Michael are at the house," she said without looking up from her phone.

"All of them are coming over for dinner tonight, so get dressed, please," she says, at the end of the sentence she finally looked up at me. I decided not to push her any further.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go get changed," I say. I'm still in my Nike uniform: blue Nike shirt, black Nike shorts, black Nike shoes.

I walk back to my room and pull out my formal black and lavender dress.

"What's up with her?" I mutter quietly to myself