Distance // Ashton Irwin

19. Aftermath

Michael may of got ahead of himself lastnight.

It had been 10pm and I remember telling everyone I was going upstairs to watch a movie in my room and I must of fallen asleep. Well I woke up at about 6am to walk into the kitchen and find Michael passed out in the kitchen, covered in vomit, and surrounded by beer bottles.

I couldn't help but laugh and feel sorry for him.

"Michael!" I whisper yelled, trying to wake him up but not anyone else. He didn't respond or make any sort of movement, so I nudged him. Still no response. He's going to hate me for this but oh well.

I walked over to the sink and filled up a medium sized bowl full of freezing cold water. I slowly walked over to Michael and poured the freezing cold water all over his body.

"AH FUUUUUCK!!!!" He screamed.

Bingo.

As he sat up, dripping wet, his piercing green eyes shot a glance at me. Oh if looks could kill, Id be dead.

"Why did you do that? Are you fucking crazy?" He asked, still giving me a deathly stare.

"Well, I figured you are probably tired and feel like shit so I was going to see if you wanted to jump in the shower, take some panadol and crawl into bed?"

Michael's eyes widened and he was no longer giving me a death stare. "The two spare rooms are already occupied and so is the couch" he answered.

"Michael.. I'm awake, you can crawl into my bed for a few hours and catch up on some sleep, it's really no big deal."

A smile appeared on his face.

"You sure?"

I nodded.

"Yes I'm sure, now go have a shower!" I said pointing upstairs.

"You sound like my mother" he mumbled.

All of a sudden I heard a giggle coming from the couch. Someone's awake.

"Mikey's a bit of a laugh isn't he?" Spoke the familiar voice from the couch.

Ashton.

"Yeah, indeed he is" I replied as I walked over to the couch.

Ashton was laying with his arms folded underneath his head and his curly light brown hair stuck up in every direction. It was kind of cute.

"Hey" I spoke softly.

"Hey" Ashton replied as he removed his arms from underneath the pillow and wrapped them around me instead. I felt warm and safe in his arms.

He was still wearing the same grey tank top as he wore yesterday, that was covered in little holes. I swear to god this guy had an obsession with holy shirts.

"You and holy shirts!" I said pointing to his shirt as he placed his arms back underneath his head.

He chuckled.

"I like them!"

I stuck out my tongue before laughing and falling into a heap on top of Ashton as he laughed aswell.

I was now completely on top on Ashton. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, and I felt his arms do the same. 'I could lay like this for hours' I thought to myself.

I lifted up my head to see Ashton staring of me.

"What?" I asked.

A smile appeared on his lips.

"Nothing, just admiring how beautiful you are" I felt my cheeks go a like pink colour.

He smiled again before he lifted up his head slightly and our lips once again met. I could feel him smile through the kiss and I pulled away giggling. "You are cute" I said as I continued to giggle. He giggled aswell and then re-positioned himself and nuzzled his head against my shoulder. This was cute.

"How will we know if we could ever become something more than just this?" I Asked.

He took a deep breath before reaching for my hand and intertwining my fingers with his.

"You'll know, trust me" he spoke softly as he squeezed my hand.

I reapted his words over and over again in my head.

Ashton lay back down again and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. We both lay there, warm and comfortable.