how you get the girl ; afi

0.7

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL 0.7

age: 16 (cont)

⠀"Ashton?" Pauline said, surprised. "what are you doing here? what's wrong with Cassie?"

Ashton was supporting me up by holding my waist and draping my arm across my neck. my mom stared at us both in confusion and worry.

⠀"she had too much to drink. I think the punch bowl was spiked." he explained.

⠀"oh dear," she muttered. "can you take her upstairs? you know where her room is. I'll make you both some coffee."

my head was starting to throb now, and I groaned at Ashton slung me over his shoulder again and took me upstairs. he gently put me on my bed and pulled the cover over me, sitting at the end of it.

⠀"my head fucking hurts." I groaned, pouting like a little kid.

⠀"I'll go get some paracetamol." Ashton said, getting back up and disappearing. Ashton hadn't been in my house in at least a year or two, but he made his way around it like it was his second home.

he returned moments later with a glass of water and 2 tablets which I took gratefully.

Ashton slowly lent down next to me, getting comfortable under the duvet.

⠀"what are you doing?" I asked.

⠀"I may as well stay with you tonight. I need to know you're okay." he whispered, stroking my hair.

⠀"why do you care now?"

⠀"I've never stopped caring about you."

I decided not to push him any further, and instead try to sleep. he lay next to me, like we did when we were kids on sleepovers, except this time he draped one of his arms across my waist. his fingers ran traced patterns on my stomach absently, as if he were drawing something.

at some point I fell asleep, to only be woken 3 hours later by Ashton attempting to whisper down the phone.

⠀"look I'm sorry, Natasha, but she needed me. it was just prom! I'm sure they'll be other opportunities for us to dance together. Natasha, she's my best friend!"

⠀"Ashton?" I whispered, sitting up. my head still ached.

⠀"Cas," he jumped suddenly and sighed, looking over at me, "did I wake you?"

⠀I shook my head untruthfully. "are you okay?"

⠀"I'm fine." he said, cancelling his call and crawling back over to lie by me. "I'm sorry I haven't been here for you."

⠀"it's okay, I get it." I lied, again. I didn't get it, why had he grown so distant? and why was he so close now?

⠀"I just... I feel like I haven't been appreciating you enough lately. everyone always seems to let me down, but even after all this time you still welcome me with open arms." I smiled weakly at that, daring to take his hand in mine.

⠀"hey, you remember I started playing drums?"

I nodded.

⠀"well me, Calum, Michael and Luke Hemmings, you know, from school, have, like, formed a proper band. I'd really love you to hear us sometime."

⠀"I'd love to." I whispered, giving him a true smile.

⠀"I love you, you know. best friend's again?." he murmured, collapsing back onto my pillow and closing his eyes.

⠀"yes, okay. I love you too." I said, barely audible.

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hope ur all good this chapter kinda sucked but this story is like #260 in short stories omf I know it's not much but ???