12 Days Of Christmas // l.h. + a.i.

3 French Hens

Ashton Irwin

Ashton had just about finished his Christmas present shopping, and had fallen asleep while wrapping presents. Waking up, he found he had tape stuck to his face, and he peeled it off, stretching his sore neck. His phone was nearly dead, so he plugged it in and decided to finish wrapping the present he had fallen asleep on before getting some breakfast.

As the toaster beeped, Ashton’s phone buzzed with a text from Calum.

From: calpal cx
10:23am

hey do you have any christmas shopping left? mikey and i are going to head to the mall to do some last minute shopping, you’re welcome to come

 

From: ash xx
10:26am

sure, i’ll be ready in like an hourish?

 

From: calpal cx
10:27am

okay. want us to pick you up or are you going to drive?

 

From: ash xx
10:29am

i’ll drive myself and meet you guys in the food court

 

From: calpal cx
10:30am

okay see you then :)

Ashton sat at the counter and ate his toast, going through twitter. There were old pictures of Luke with fans, and Ashton had a small smile as he saw how tall Luke was compared to everyone he had taken pictures with. He checked his texts, and sure enough, there was a text from Luke.

From: lukeyyy :D
3:30am

im sorry babe :( the first flight is on christmas eve. i should fly in around midnight or 1 in the morning, so please don't stay up for me. i promise i will give you the best christmas day ever to make up for me not being there sooner. love youuuuu <3

 

Ashton sighed, but figured it was better than nothing.

 

From: ash xx
10:34am

okay. we still don’t have a tree, but i didn’t want to get it without you. do you want me to go ahead and get a tree?

 

Ashton finished his toast, and put the plate in the sink, making a mental note to run the dishwasher tomorrow. He walked to the bathroom, and looked at his hair, wondering what to do with it. He had slept funny on it, and it wasn’t cooperating.

Deciding he’d just shower and wash his hair, Ashton turned on the shower and stepped in. After washing his hair and body, he stepped out and rubbed his hair dry with a towel, deciding that he’d just stick a beanie over his hair (which still wasn’t cooperating with him).

After finding a shirt that was somewhat clean and a pair of pants that were still clean, Ashton slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and left.