tongue-tied and heartbroken ||mashton||

Chapter 1

*Disclaimer: this story takes place when 5sos was in high school. It takes place in Australia, but the school system is similar to the US because I didn't feel like trying to figure out how Australian schools work. enjoy :))

He made me feel things I didn't know I could feel. His eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them just right. His smile lit up the room. Just seeing him made my heart melt. He made me feel warm and fuzzy. He made me feel so many things. But he didn't even know I existed.

The moment I first saw him was one I will remember forever. It was the first day of freshman year. I saw him in the music room playing the drums in black skinny jeans and a cut-off tank top. His hair was falling across his forehead and he did the hottest thing where he bit his lip in concentration. His best friend played bass beside him. They looked like they were having so much fun. I longed to join them, but I was pulled from my thoughts by my best friend, Luke.

Ever since that first day, I couldn't get him off my mind. His brown hair falling across his forehead. The way he smiled while he played. When he was so deep in concentration that he bit his lip. I loved it all. I loved him.

But I couldn't love him. I loved girls. It was the only option. My dad would kill me.

His name was Ashton. I found that out after several weeks of staring and daydreaming. My best friend caught me staring at him from across the lunch room.

"Michael, you dumb fuck, are you even listening to me?" Luke laughed. I blinked a couple times and looked at him.

"Sorry, mate, I must've zoned out," I sighed. Luke looked over his shoulder at where I was staring.

"Ah, you've been caught red handed, Mikey, mate," Luke laughed. "You were staring at one Ashton Irwin, best drummers in our class." Ashton. Damn, did I love his name.

Two years later, junior year of high school, I was still falling head over heels in love with Ashton Irwin. Best drummer in our year. Skinny jeans-wearing, floppy-haired, hot boy who owns my heart. But there was no way I had a chance with him. He had a girlfriend, after all. Emma. She was a total bitch to everyone. Besides, even if Emma weren't in the picture, it's not like Ashton knew who I was. He didn't even know I existed.

"Michael," Luke said, waving his hand in front of my face. I jumped and looked over at him. We were hanging out at his house, his cat, Hamilton, curled up on my lap purring. "You zoned out again, mate," he groaned, flopping back on his bed. I sat on the floor, thinking about Ashton. "Seriously, just talk to the dude already. You're driving me crazy with all your silent pining."

"Sorry, Luke. I'm fine. I'm not even thinking about him."

"You and I both know that's a lie. Listen, I need advice. I really like this girl. Her name is Savanna. But I don't know how to talk to her. I need a wingman. And you're it."

I groaned. "Luke! You know how terrible I am at that shit!"

Luke laughed and jumped off his bed, sitting in front of me and pinching my cheeks. "Aww but you're my best friend, Mikey," he pouted while continuing to pinch my cheeks. I swatted his hands away.

"Stop that!" I laughed, lightly shoving him. "So how exactly do you expect me to help you with Savanna?"

"Well, there's this party-"

"Nope, absolutely not. You know I don't do parties, Luke."

"Please, Michael? Come on, Ashton will be there. We could both get what we want."

"Ashton's with Emma, Luke. Or have you forgotten he chose that bitch over anyone else?"

"Oh, lighten up, Michael," Luke grinned. "I think you can get in Ashton's pants anyway, regardless of the girlfriend."

"This isn't funny, Luke. He doesn't even know I exist. And besides, you know how my dad is. I can't be with Ashton. It's just how the world works."

Luke frowned. "Michael, you know I didn't it like that. You're my best friend. I'll always have your back, mate."

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