Wrong (Nashley Story)

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Ashley Roberts:

After the final day of rehearsal for The Pussycat Dolls music video React. The girls and I decided that we were going out to celebrate before the big day tomorrow for the React music video shoot. We went to a nice restaurant for dinner and afterwards we went to a dance club. It's quarter to 1 when us girls call it quits.

We all got back to the hotel and for some reason Kimberly, Jessica, and Carmit's hotel rooms are on the floor below Nicole and mine's rooms, so after they got off the elevator before us. Now it was just Nicole and I.

I haven't realized how much I drank until the elevator doors of the hotel opened to reveal a long hallway that was kinda spinning . I felt rather good though, I was in a good mood, and I almost felt like going clubbing... or drinking more.

"Hey Ash. I can't sleep. You want to watch a movie before bed?" Nicole asks surprisedly

"Eh. Why not?" I say while shrugging.

"Where are we going?" Nicole laughed behind me.

"Your room is probably cleaner than mine. You know since you flew in last night and everything." I replied after a second longer than usual. Fucking tequila.

"Yeah, alright." Nicole giggles in returned.

We stumbled across the hall for what felt like an eternity until we stopped in front of her door. 322. Nicole reached in her purse and blindly wailed her hand feeling around for the key, she stopped and looked at me through wide and excited eyes.

"Bingo!" She whispers not so quietly.

"Shhh!" I whisper back through laughs, "you're going wake the entire floor!"

"Sorry." She giggles back, her cheeks were bright and red with a huge smile plastered over top. She looked adorable.

"what time is it?" I asked suddenly over aware of how loud were being.

"It's a quarter till two." She replied while looking at her phone.

I nodded, not really knowing what to say. We fumble across the door and into her hotel room. The room was just like mine expect tidier there was nothing but a extra large black suitcase laid across the sofa. So I guess that means we're sitting on the bed.. me being too drunk to care, kicked off my heels and flopped onto the bed. I threw my purse to where I kicked my heels off without looking, hoping it doesn't hit Nicole. "Yeah no wonder your room is a mess." Nicole laughs as she leans onto the wall and takes off her heels.

"Hey it's not that bad." I retorted.

"Mhm sure."

"Guess you'll have to find out." I gave her a cheeky grin and a sly wink.

The blood immediately rushing to her cheeks, I didn't think it was possible for her cheeks to get more red, but there she was, face completely flushed red as she brought up a hand to nervously pushed some hair back behind her ear. She shuffled on her feet like she was unsure to what to do to do next.

"Come sit down, I don't bite." I smile softly at her and revived a coy smile back. Within three seconds she was sitting on the edge of the bed, feet dangling on the side, looking at me.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks whilst staring directly into my eyes.

Kissing you. Wait what?.. I shake that thought out of my head.. that's definitely the fucking tequila talking. "Tacos."

"Tacos?" Nicole's  laugh was riddled with surprisement as she scoots farther back onto the bed. Closer would be good...

"Yeah it's Tuesday innit? That automatically makes its taco Tuesday, and well tequila Tuesday . Tacos and Tequila Tuesday!" I joke

Nicole's eyes lit up with more laughter. "Oh god, this cannot become a weekly tradition on tour. I can't start off every Wednesday with a hangover." She rolls her eyes but I can tell she wasn't completely against the idea.

"Why not? I wouldn't mind doing this every Tuesday, having some proper fun."

"Robin would kill us." She mused.

"Robin would kill us." I agreed. A comfortable silence fell between us, and we were left with nothing but the soft humming of the ac.

"Alright let's get done tacos then!" Nicole breaks the eye contact and shoots off the bed, towards the counter where the phone was laying. She dialed the number for room service and placed our order.

"They say it would be up quickly." She comments and sat back on the bed, although this time she laid down next to me.

Usually there's a little bit of height difference between us, but here on the bed, our heads were aligned and were awfully close, nothing but a few centimeters between our noses.

"Why did you agree to come back to PCD?" Nicole surprisedly asks.

"Because I wanted to." I answer.

"That's not a reason."

"I came back because of you.." I slowly answer. I don't know if this is me or the alcohol talking. Nicole flushes up red again, even in the dim light of the room I could see her cheeks flushing a lighter, pink induced pink.

"What are you saying?" Nicole's gaze was burning into me again, it was impossible to read her right now. There's was no telling what her brown eyes were saying. The only thing I was certain was her chocolate color eyes were boring my own.

"Isn't it obvious, Nicole." I almost whispered.

I could feel myself being pulled to her, like a fucking magnet. My body drawing closer, until the tips of our noses were touching. My gaze was diverted from her blown out eyes to her soft red lips every milliseconds, I am hungry for her touch I'm unsure how to even begin unraveling her. I was about to finally close the distance between us and then a loud knocking on the door ripped us out of our trance.

"Room service!" A loud voice calls out from behind the door.

Nicole and I shot up breathless and panting. "I'll get that." She says quickly, fixing hair while making her way to the door.

Never in my life had I sober up so quickly. Never in my life have I ever wanted to kiss Nicole or ever thought about that with any girl... until now. This music video shoot is definitely gonna be...interesting .