The first thing I felt the next morning was the sun trying to pry into my eyes. Thankfully, not a hangover. I carefully squinted my eyes as I looked around. Michael was at the foot of my bed, with his pants around his ankles. He was out cold.
"Jesus Christ," I whispered as I threw the covers off my quite warm body, staggering to my feet. "Michael," I said, but his breathing didn't even change. He was going to be out for quite a few more hours. "Holy Moly," I muttered as I got out of the bedroom, just to see Calum sleeping in the hallway. I gently kicked him in the leg, but he didn't even stir. "Luke?" I called out, having no idea where he was.
"Ashton, I took a bath in your jeans and I can't get out." "You took a bath in my jeans?" I asked. What the hell? "I don't remember what happened, ok? I'm in the bathroom." He called out and I sighed before following the sound. "Luke, you look like shit," I said, pointing out the obvious as I entered the bathroom. "I haven't looked in a mirror yet," he admitted and I sighed. "Lets go."
I managed to get the huge asshole out of the bathtub, just before realizing something that made me want to throw his shrimpy body back in. "oh no, Luke! Hanna's number is in there!" I exclaimed, groaning. "Oh sh- Who's Hanna?" He asked, confused as he pulled out a soggy-looking lump of something white from the back pocket of my jeans.
"Oh, no!" I whined as I grabbed it from his hand, trying to find a single indication of her last name. "Fucking hell," I whispered, pissed off. "A bath in my jeans," I huffed as I walked out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom to find my phone after I had thrown the white paper lump away.
"Vouge Australia," I whispered and typed it into the search engine on google. "Internships... Main office... Sydney... Sydney! I'm in Sydney!" I said and threw my phone back on my bed, hopping over to my closet to find a proper outfit to visit Vogue with. "Screw Vogue. I'm... famous, I'm famous," I rambled as I pulled a pair of track shorts up my legs and a tight cotton tank top over my head. I pulled my hair back in an extremely small manbun which looked ridiculous, but I didn't care at that moment. I sprayed some deodorant on me and walked out of my bedroom, feeling much better.
"I'm off," I yelled as I grabbed a banana and a cold water bottle from the fridge. "What the hell is the time?" I pondered to myself and remembered that I forgot my phone in my bedroom. "Dammit," I muttered and ran back in to retrieve it. After I slipped it into my back pocket, I put on a pair of Nikes and jogged out to my car, not bothering to get a proper response from the other guys. I pressed a button on a remote we all had lying in our cars, opening the gate. It would automatically close in thirty seconds.
I zoomed out of the driveway and onto the main road of Sydney. God, it was nice to be home. The house the boys and I had rented in the middle of the city was close to everything; including the Vouge office. I had it on google maps on my phone, wiggling through the traffic to get there as quick as possible. It was 3 PM and I had no idea if she even was at work.
I parked outside, where it said that I had to be gone in twenty minutes. I could do that. I had gotten way too many parking fines lately, and they were all sent home to my mum. Lets just say that she wasn't pleased with any of the mail in my name. I entered the doors of the building, and I was hit with a bit of a cold atmosphere.
Everyone were very over-dressed to be at work, and the room was just generally cold in every way. I saw something that looked like a reception, and walked over there. "Uh, hi. I'm Ashton and I was wondering if you could give me a number to a certain Hannah?" I asked the middle aged woman sitting there. I flashed her a big, bright smile but her face didn't even twitch. "I'm sorry, we aren't allowed to do that," she said sternly and I sighed.
"Look, I'm probably going to be back here with the rest of my band in a couple of months, can't you do me this favor?" I asked and she sighed. "What? A garage band?" She huffed and looked down at what I was wearing. "I'm having a lazy day, ok?" I said and she rolled her eyes.
"I have a thousand dollar Armani-blazer in my closet, and I've worn it once. I'm totally a celebrity, I bought it for like, the Teen Choice Awards or something," I exclaimed and she rolled her eyes. "If I search you up, will I find your face on a red carpet picture then?" She asked, mockingly. "Wait," I said and grabbed the elastic I used to tie my hair up with.
"Now. Search Ashton Irwin," I said and she sighed, glaring at the computer screen as she typed away on the keyboard. "Look, young man. Theres just pictures of a bunch of people, and you are not one of them," she said and I frowned. I bent over the counter a little and saw the source of the issue. "That's cause you're using Bing. Thats like the oldest search engine in the world, by the way," I complained, with quite the attitude. I was just about to throw an insult at Vouge as a general magazine when someone called ny name.
"Ashton?" Someone asked behind me and I turned around to see just the girl I was looking for. "See? I do know a Hanna!" I told the mean reception-lady and she rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked, looking confused as ever.
"Um, well, I kind of lost your number," I admitted and she raised her eyebrows. "But, I wanted to see you again so I remembered you saying something about being an assistant at Vouge. So I kind of looked up the Vogue quarter in Sydney so that I could find you," I grinned and she slowly started smiling too.
"You did all of that for my number?" she asked suspiciously and I nodded, still smiling. "I even put up around two minutes of having a fiery discussion with this woman," I said pointing at the lady in the reception.
"Norah, you could have just called me down," she giggled and this might sound really not-macho, but my legs nearly collapsed at the sound escaping her lips. "Where are you headed?" I asked Hanna and she shrugged. "I'm going home, but then I don't have any plans," she said and I nodded.
"Do you have a ride?" I asked and she shrugged again. "I usually just ride the metro on my way home," she answered. "I'll give you a ride if you want," I suggested and she looked at me for a few seconds. "Oh god, is this really stalker-ish? I can leave if you want," I said, suddenly realizing how weird I must look in my tight top and Nikes. She just cut me off with a laugh after a little while of my rambling, and I stopped talking.
"I was just inspecting you to see if you seem stalker-ish, but you look like you wouldn't hurt a fly," She shrugged and signed a paper that was stuck to a clipboard on the white polished desk. "Looks like an asshole to me," Norah muttered and I chuckled. "I apologize for creating mishap, Norah. I'll see you around," I smiled at her and she just huffed, trying not to smile.
"Maybe you can cuddle up to Norah for a while and I'll just take the train home," Hanna smirked and I rolled my eyes. "C'mon now," I said and she giggled again, to my delight. "So, what have you been up to today?" She asked, making small talk as we exited the large building.
"Nothing much, to be honest. I just woke up," I said, giggling as I opened the car door for her. "Thank you," She said and I only smiled, closing the door when she sat in. I jogged to the other side, slipping into my side of the car. the engine turned on easily, and we were on the road in an instant. "So, how was work?" I asked after a moment of silence. The music was buzzing quietly in the background, nearly just as loud as the engine of my car. It was comfortable.
"It was really nice, thank you for asking. What did you do the moments that you were up?" She asked and I chuckled. "That's quite a funny story, actually," I said as I took a turn where she told me to. "I woke up to one of my friends passed out on my bed with me, pantless. And then I found my other dear friend passed out in the hallway. The last one had decided to take a bath in my jeans last night when we came home, and your number just happened to be in them," I said and she hummed. "Rough morning, huh?" She asked and I shrugged, smiling. "Turned out pretty fantastic," I stated nonchalantly and I saw her biting back a smile in the corner of my eye.
"This is me," She said, pointing to a white apartment with a few steps from the front door down to the street. I drove to the side and she opened the door, stepping out. She opened her purse, fishing around a little before she pulled up a familiar square note.
"Watch your pants, yeah?" She said and handed it to me with a smile. "I will. See you around," I grinned, winking. She waved, her cheeks coloring a little. She closed the door and started walking towards her apartment door.
"What a girl," I muttered as I drove off.
