"So you're like a superstar, then?" Hanna asked as she sipped from her straw, looking at me through her eyelashes. "I like the term rockstar," I laughed and the straw slipped from her lips. "Okay, then, rockstar. I did see the Teen Choice Awards, so I did see the performance but I didn't see the drummer all that much," she said, pointing her straw at me. "I highly doubt I would have forgotten you," She admitted.
"Oh really?" I asked, grinning, and she nodded. "You're so scruffy and Australian," she said and I laughed. "That's nice of you to say," I said and took a gulp of my beer.
"So, what do you do?" I asked her and she blinked. "What I- Oh. Oh! Um, I'm an intern actually, in AU Times," she said and I raised my eyebrows. "Wow. Thats impressive. So, what do you want to achieve there?" I asked and she sighed.
"I'm still very insecure about what exactly I want to be, but I've looked into some departments, at least," she said and I nodded. "Yeah, I didn't know what to be so I joined a bunch of sixteen year olds' band when I was done with high school," I grinned and she laughed. "That's reassuring," She said and I shrugged. "I'm sure you will do well in any department if you like what you do," I said and she nodded. "Yeah. That's what I'm hoping for," she answered. There was a moment of silence, until someone pushed my shoulder.
"Hey, faggot," someone nearly spat in my ear and I released a gutteral groan. I turned around, and there was the fratboy. "You know, your accent kind of sounds like the guy being interviewed after that terrible game where Liverpool lost. 'Once again its Moysey!' I can barely understand you," I said and looked past him.
"You brought your friends!" I exclaimed and his nostrils flared. "You know you only look like an arrogant child, right?" I asked, scratching my elbow. "Ashton," Hanna said and put her little, manicured fingers on my arm. "Don't worry, love. Will, can you escort these lovely young men out of the club for me, please?" I asked the buff body guard standing on the other side of the bar. "No problem, Irwin."
"Cheers," I smiled and turned away as the fratboys started protesting. "That was extremely celebrity-like," she chuckled and I shrugged. "I'm strongly against violence," I said, grabbing one of her fingers between my index finger and thumb, studying her hands.
"Your hands are tiny," I grinned, holding them up against mine. "They barely cover one third of my fingers!" I laughed and she blushed. "You have cute nails," I said and she smiled.
"Thank you! My friends nearly disowned me as an aquaintance when they saw the color," she said and I swiped a finger across the matte black surface. "Black is awesome," I said and she smiled. "I can tell," she answered and looked at my all black outfit.
"But, your job. It sounds really interesting, if I'm being honest," I said and she widened her eyes. "I like you!" she said and I laughed. "No, but really. Tell me about it," I insisted and she sighed. "I don't want to be that person."
"You're not, you have a cool job," I said and she sighed again. "Okay. So, basically, I haven't really worked hard to get hired because my dad is on top of the chain. But, I've been an assistant for nearly a year, so he's going hard on me now," She explained and I nodded.
"Um, so yeah. I'm that person who runs arrands for the cool bunch, like Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada or whatever," she said and I chuckled. "That sounds-" "Torturous? Scrutinizing? Like your biggest nightmare?" she joked.
"I have one of those, actually." I said seriously and her face kind of fell. "He's member of the band but I like to call him my bitch," I said and she threw her head back, laughing.
"Thank god. I thought you were comparing me with a temporary rockstar-assistant," She joked again and I smiled. "No, I wouldn't do that. I-I feel like you're like an over-achiever," I said and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"Not in a bad way, but like, the kind of overachieving you admire. Like, I had barely finished high school when I went on tour. I didn't have anything else to do if it didn't work out. If I was an over achiever, I'd probably be in college right now," I said and she nodded.
"Would you rather be in college?" she asked and I sighed, reaching for my beer. "Sometimes." I took a sip. "But that normally lasts for ten minutes," I said, chuckling. "Just the thought of homework makes me sick to my stomach."
"Yeah, I'm glad that's over," she said. An awkward silence followed, and I just sat there fiddling my thumbs.
She was a pretty girl, Hanna, with brown hair that went a few inches past her shoulders, and defined cheekbones. She had a cute button nose, and one side of her upper lip was a bit smaller than the other. She had a pouty look to her, with glowing skin and full eyebrows. She looked like the girls you saw on the runway, just not as skinny. She had curves. She was simply exotic, and I knew I wouldn't forget about her.
"Ashton, there you are!" someone called out and I raised my eyebrows, looking behind me. "Hey, mate," I grinned at Calum. "Well, Luke threw up outside and Mike fell asleep somewhere, I can't find him," he said and I rolled my eyes.
"Give me a minute," I said and he nodded, shooting a smile towards Hanna before turning on his heel and walking away. I turned back around to a curious-looking girl and sighed. "You heard him. I have to leave now, but maybe I could get your number?" I asked and she nodded, smiling widely. She opened a little thing that I couldn't decide if was a wallet or a purse, pulling out a card.
"Fancy," I chuckled and she rolled her eyes, still smiling. "I'll see you around then, Ashton," She said and I smiled as I placed some money next to our drinks. They would let it slide. I bent closer to her and kissed her cheek lightly, smirking as I did so. "See you around," I whispered before pulling back with a grin. I stood up and quite gracefully walked away.
"Who was that?" calum asked me nearly the second I approached him. "That," I smirked, showing him the business card between my fingers, "was Hannah."
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