Teacher | Ashton Irwin

Fifty

Guys, there's going to be a lot of time shifting. This chapter is mainly just a catch up as it's further on in time. Thanks for reading!
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Ashton and I rarely spoke to my parents after that. We stayed in touch with Ryan but that was it.

We were together for six years. Ashton's band took of and became a global sensation. I was able to stop doing double shifts and go down to part time work. Yes, I work at that little café i did six years ago.

I still remember the day Ashton and I broke up. It was the worst day of my life to this very day.
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Ashton had been home since the morning. I practically ran home just to see him for the short time he was here; two days.

I burst into the apartment and called, "Ashton?" The huge smile on my face faded as there was no reply. I closed the door and hung my coat up. I walked into our bedroom and said, "Ashton?"

I saw him walk out of the bathroom. Once he saw me, his eyes lit up and he smiled, "Baby!"

I jumped into his open arms and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He gripped around my back tightly as we both whispered 'I miss you' and 'I love you'.

He kissed me passionately score setting me down. I smiled, "We have two days to ourselves, let's make the most of our time together."

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed, "Princess, I can't, I'm sorry. I promise the boys that I would go to Calum's and play the Xbox like we used to. I'm leaving now but I'll be back tonight."

"What?" I scowled. He's only here for two nights and he spends it with the guys he sees everyday.

He said, "Sorry baby. Everything has been so crazy and-"

"No. Everything still is crazy. You know what's crazy though? The fact that you want to leave me in our valuable time for the three boys that see you every single day!" I boldly stated.

"We don't have time for this baby," he sighed, "Not now."

"Then when, Ashton? When will actually get a chance to talk to you? don't you understand?! They get to see you every day; I don't get that luxury anymore," I screeched.

"Stop overreacting," he grunted and walked into the kitchen.

I followed him. He got his coat on and grabbed his keys. I grabbed his arm and said, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Calum's," he dumbly stated.

I grunted loudly, ripped the keys out of his grasp and threw them across the room. I yelled, "Ashton, this has never been an easy relationship. You know what makes it harder? The fact that you complain about being away from me for so long but yet when you come back you don't have time for me."

"I just need some time to get my head around things," he shouted.

"You've had the past seven months to 'get your head around things'. How inconsiderate can you get?" I yelled, "You thing your end of the stick is bad? Really? So you're off living your dream, doing the thing you love with your best friends. How horrible, compared to my side; constant hate from your fans, constant loneliness and even death threats. Do you see me complaining that I need to 'get my head around things'?"

"I'm sorry I can't do everything," he yelled, "Call me selfish, call me a dick, call me whatever the hell you like but do not call me inconsiderate. You don't know how i actually feel on tour. Every night I go to bed, wondering if you're thinking about me. Every time I wake up, I always feel down when I realise you aren't with me. Every time I walk onto a stage, I search for your face in the crowd even though I know you won't be there. Every time you get brought up in an interview... Actually, any time you get brought up at all, I have to physically fight the tears back from falling down my face. You're all I think about."

"And yet when you have me, you leave me," I whispered, "Do you know how hard it is to hear you say that? 'Yeah, I don't want to be with you, my girlfriend, in the precious 48 hours we have. No, I would rather hang out with the guys I can see whenever I want'!"

"What do you want me to do?" He yelled, "You ask for so much."

Is he for real? I ask for so much?! "Are you for fucking real? I ask for too much?" I shrieked, "you're ridiculous."
**

That only a fragment of our argument. That argument lasted from when I got home at 4pm until 3am. Usually when we're fighting (which was a lot), we would be screaming one minute but he would always shut me up with a kiss. That however, didn't happen this time.

He packed his bag as we still screamed at each other. We were both balling our eyes out but we were still furious a tech other. He packed his bags and left. To where, I do not know.

Since that day, my life has been in pieces. I didn't even stop him. I let him walk out. I'll always remember the last thing he ever said to me. He stood in the doorframe to the door to the apartment, bag in hand as he cried. I could hear the hurt but yet the anger in his voice as he softly spoke through the tears, "Forever and Always... Was it just a lie?" I didn't even get to tell him that it wasn't when he closed the door and left. I love Ashton with all my heart and to see the man I love leave broke my heart.