This song fits with this chapter.
Ashton's Pov-
Storming out the front door I slammed it behind me. Instantly regretting not stopping to grab a jacket I glanced around the dark neighborhood, shivering at the scattered raindrops which pelted my skin.
Cursing quietly I glanced at my car however figuring it probably wasn't the best idea after the four beers I'd had I shoved my hands into my pockets and trudged down the driveway.
I couldn't believe our I'd mixed up the days, completely missing our anniversary. I'd had plans. I'd ordered a bouquet the size of her head, then we were going to go out to eat at this upper fancy restaurant, and after that go see Jesus of Suburbia but all that was planned for tomorrow.
Chewing my lower lip I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blue velvet box I'd kept there for close to a month. I was going to propose to her. I'd been with her long enough to know that she was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life and whatever came after that, with, but I'd gone ahead and blown it.
I knew I had been a total dick but I'd been so nervous about proposing, on top of that I was going slightly nuts not playing the drums and performing, going from every night, to nothing, one hundred to zero in a heartbeat. But it wasn't her fault. I mean I hadn't just taken it out on her, I'd kind of bitten Michael and Luke's head off, which is why they'd left. I think Calum stayed because he was afraid I'd like jump off the roof or something because of the stress but I'd been an ass to him to.
Sighing, I lifted my head and slipping the ring box back into my pocket surveyed my options. There was a McDonalds, a Taco bell, and a bar. Running my fingertips through my damp hair I trudged across the street over to the bar and pushed the large, wooden front door open.
My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral who's every bodies disapproval....
Looking around the small bar, I found a long haired guy singing on a small stage in the corner, there was several couples leaning in towards each other talking quietly in booths lining the walls, and then there was the bar.
Shuffling across the dusty peanut shell covered floor I pulled out a bar stood and sat down at the end of the bar in one of the only open chairs.
"Hey there, someone's up late." The bar tender chuckled, crossing over to me, "What can I do for you?"
"I'm stressed." I mumbled, "I'm angry, I'm disappointed, I'm twenty-four and have gray hair and the beginning of a bald spot, I fought with my girlfriend who I'm supposed to be proposing to and I missed our anniversary."
"You missed your anniversary?" the guy sitting next to me said wincing.
Nodding I watched as he turned to face me, his almost childlike round face wrinkled in sympathy. Running his fingertips through his hair he looked me up and down a minute before snapping his fingers.
"Ashton.... Ashton Irwin, Five Seconds of Summer right?"
"Yeah." I Mumbled.
"I'll fix you something strong." The bar tender mumbled before shuffling away.
"I'm Olly." The guy sitting next to me said, "Olly Murs."
Having no idea who the heck he was I nodded slowly.
"I opened for One Direction when you guys were at the billboards or VMAs or wherever you were."
"Oh yeah." I sighed, "You're the Troublemaker guy."
"Yeah." He laughed, "I met you once, at Lux's birthday party."
"Oh yeah," I mumbled, nodding, "Uh.... How are you?"
