Battle Scars ➳ Ashton Irwin || #Wattys 2016

Chapter Eighteen

~Previous~
"Give me that." I grab it from Michael before he could bring t to his lips.
I take a deep breathe in and let the breathe the smoke out. I could feel the drug hitting me. I didn't feel as bad anymore. I wish I always felt like this.

~Present~

"Come on, I need more!" I pout to Michael. We had already finished one blunt and I just needed more. I felt so alive, and free from all the stress that felt like it was pushing me under.

"No you need to go to sleep it's almost two in the morning, you have to go to work around seven." Calum says. I give him my best puppy dog face, He doesn't even seem fazed by it.

"Time for bed." Cal repeats.
He pulls me off of Michael's bed by my hands and I follow closely behind him.

"Ashtons gonna be pissed." Calum mutters under his breath before he opens the bedroom door.
Ashton is writing in his journal. He beams up at us then back down quicky.

"Ashton, I'm sorry, please don't be mad at us." He begs.

"I'm not, goodnight, Cal." He smiles lightly at him then he leaves.

"Are you out of your mind?" Ashton closes his journal and sets it back on the night side table.

"Quite frankly, yes I am." I giggle. I lay down next to him

"Not funny." He rolls his eyes. "Why would you do that?"

"Why did you do it?" I retort.

"You know what, I'm going to bed. If you need me I'll be in the couch." Ashton stands up quickly with a pillow and a blanket. "Better yet, don't need me at all." With that he slams the door closed, causing me to jump.

I couldn't wrap all of this around. Sure, smoking is bad but who has it killed? I'm sure it's more of a healer than anything else. Maybe he's just upset able that girl leaving still? I sigh. I am way too stoned to deal with anything this late at night.
I pull Ashton's warm blanket up to my body and lay down where he last sat. I hope I didn't ruin things forever. I know he will have to get over it soon. If he feels the same way I do about him then he'll talk to me right when he gets up. If he needs me just as bad as I need him, he'll understand. I try to clear the thoughts out of my mind, and pull myself into a deep sleep.

***

"Wake up." Calum says plainly. I let out a loud groan and feel all of last night rush over me. "Come on, you have to go to work soon."
I feel the warm blanket that's smells like Ashton being ripped off my warm body.

"Fine, I'm up, I'm up!" I whine. I slowly sit up and rub my tired eyes. I didn't want to go to work, let alone and go through the rest of the day. I feel like all of my energy is going to be drained.
Calum leaves the room and shuts the door. Maybe I should just call off work. I'm sure they'll understand. I pick up my phone off the night stand and dial Sabrina from work.

"Hello?" She answers

"Hey, I don't think I can make it in today, I'm sorry I'm just not feeling well."

"Oh, it's no problem. Don't worry about it, just get better." She says sweetly.

"Okay, thank you so much. I'll be back tomorrow for sure." I assure her.

"Alright, see you then." She hangs up.

Today I just feel like sleeping forever. I don't even want to get up and face Ashton. In a way I wanted to. I wanted to know he made such a big deal out of it. I know he cares about me and doesn't want me to get hurt, but I'm sure I'll be okay. I mean I feel fine.
I swing my legs off the bed and walk towards the door, secretly praying Ashton wasn't outside the door and about to give me "the talk". I have to just be brave.

I open the door and take a deep breathe and walk down the hallway. No sign of Ashton. The coffee pot is empty and the rest of the boys are leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Morning." I chirp and stand next to Mikey and Luke.

"God, stop talk so loud, you're killing my head." Mikey groans and they all join me in laughter. "Remind me to never share my weed with you again." He chuckles and walks to his room.

"Ashton was so pissed when he woke up, you're going to have to talk to him you know that right?" Luke says to us.

"Yeah, I'm kinda not ready for that conversation just yet." I rub deep circles in my temples, trying to calm down.

"He wouldn't ever yell at you, just don't be scared. I'm sure after work he'd be cooled off." Calum shrugs. We both nod in agreement and continue the conversation.

***

I sit on the couch watching a stupid cooking channel. Nothing else is on. And I'm bored out of my mind. I'm usually working right now which keeps me pretty occupied. I'm really regretting missing work right about now.

The door swings open and Ashton's tall frame stands in the door way. He's wearing a red bandana, a ripped t-shirt and, Like usual, tight black jeans.

"Hey." He mumbles. He takes off his boots walks to his room. Well if I wanted to talk to him at all I guess I should do it now.
I get off my warm spot on the couch and pace my way to Ashton's room. My mind buzzes with things to say. Not one of them even sounds right. Calum was right, I just need to not fear anything.

I tap the door to Ashton's room two times lightly and not a sounds comes from the room. My heart is starting to pound. I had to get this over with.
I barge into the room. Ashton is writing in his journal. He looks up and smiles to me and says:

"I think it's about time we talked."

A/N: hey guise! :) sorry for the shirt chapter im just really busy with school.
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