My Musical Romance // l.h. ❌

Chapter 17

Chrissy's P.O.V.

A mixture of seemingly freezing cold and boiling hot blood rushed through my veins, that made it simply impossible to move any part of my body. After what felt like a complete eternity of blankly staring at Luke's face - which pretty much mirrored my own - reality hit me like a train and my stomach began to turn upside down. Partly because of the loud and sweaty crowd surrounding us, partly because everyone seemed to wait for any reaction of me and mostly because Luke obviously had... moved on.

"I'm sorry I need to get out of here..." I hardly breathed out, rather in Ashton's direction, whose sorrowful eyes followed me as I struggled to squish through the knot of people. Letting myself slip to the ground next to Ashton's car, several thoughts kept storming my mind. The majority consisted of the question if I actually hadn't mattered to Luke at all.

Teardrop shaped warmth started rolling down my cheeks, my knees pulled to my chest, my face burried in my arms. When I was just about to ease up, I heard loud footsteps, which were soon identified as Ashton's, approaching the spot beneath his car, from where I silently stared at the horizon, which was slowly but surely sucking in the orange evening sun.

"I know how you're feeling... It's horrific to see the person you like, liking someone else." He calmed me down, placing his palm on my shoulder, but I stayed silent, causing him to go on. "If that helps you somehow, Luke seemed just as lost as you. I'm sure you were the last person he'd have expected to be here. I guess Aleisha and him are sorting things out right now, I think you should give them some time... Hey, how about we go back to mine and have some movies or so?" Ashton gave me the dimpled smile, that could make flowers grow. "How could I possibly say no?" I managed to chuckle.

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A couple hours of Despicable Me, The Lion King and Frozen later, Ashton stretched spaciously, crawled out of the giant blankets he had shoved on his bed and let his index finger slide across the massive DVD collection. "What about some more Disney magic? I suggest Finding Nemo!" he laughed and moments later he was in the exact same position like before standing up. Ashton looked over to me, causing my mouth to curl into a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes though. "Cheer up, things will be alright." he placed his hand under my chin and gently raised it.

"But-"

"No buts. It's going to be alright."

And then the distance between our face began to decrease, slowly at first and then faster, not leaving any time for reactions.

The way his lips touched mine was just like how I expected it to be. Subtle like he was afraid to break porcelain. As if it was the first time these lips were tangent to others, Ashton took baby steps enhancing the kiss, until he lifted his hands to cup my cheeks in those. That was when I managed to pull back.

"I'm sorry, Ashton, I can't do that..."

"Oh... uhm.. I understand." he mumbled, obvious regrets.

"C-can you maybe drive me home? I really need some time to think..."

"Sure" he tried to smile at me, but failed miserably.

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Carrying immense weight of guilt on my shoulders, I climbed up the staircase that led to my appartement, each step harder than the previous one, until I was stopped by our housekeeper. "Hi Mr. Walsh" I waved, immediately receiving a dimpled and wrinkly smile. "You look exhausted! Let me open the door for you ma'am." He replied unlocked my door using his universal keys. "Thanks... Goodnight!" I stepped into my appartement letting my bag slide off of my shoulder. As I peeked through my bedroom door, Stella was sprawled all over the bed, snoring loudly.

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The apple scented shampoo rinsed out of my hair when the familiar sound of Stella's puppy bark echoed from the bedroom, signalizing that someone was near her. Shivers ran down my back, considering the fact that I lived in this flat on my own.

I looked for something I could possibly protect myself with, but ended up rummaging around in a drawer for a bottle of hairspray and crept towards the door, leaving wet spots on the tiles. I rearranged the black material, that was wrapped around my torso - just in case.

A glance through the door crack revealed my bedroom without a single sign of life so I intended to go further, letting the skin under my feet slide across the red carpet into my living room. I turned to the left, ready to attack ruthlessly, when something warm struck my shoulder followed by an ear piercing scream escaping my mouth. I hadn't realized I had thrown up the bottle until it hit my head from above.

"Oh god, I'm so sor-"

"Luke?! How the hell did you get in here?" I yelled.

"Uh.. that old guy let me in. Please, Chrissy, let's just talk about everything!" Luke begged, shifting his mimic into puppy mode.

"Urgh...Fine. Just let me change quickly." I gave in, returning to the bathroom.