Pretty Princess ⇝ Lashton [1] ✓

chapter ten

Short because next is better lol

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Over the next week, Ashton and I grew closer. He took me out on another date--to his flat where we climbed to the roof (safely) and had a picnic and watched the stars. It was perfectly cliché. ("You k-know you're a-a cliché little f-fuck right?" "Of course.")

People had Ashton all wrong, he wasn't bad--just judged, like he had said. It was easily judged by his past actions and I didn't like that so that's why I had given him another chance. To prove himself to everyone that he was nice and that he could be nice.

And as Ashton had pointed out, my stutter had slowly been decreasing around him. It still happened around teachers and Ashton's friends and sometimes my family but for some reason, not with Ashton. It was still there just not as obvious.

So I sat in History, back in the seat that Ashton let me have, beside Niall and behind Ashton.

Calum had been keeping away from me for a while and it kind of made me sad because he was ignoring me just because of Ashton--I understood why, but he could have given Ashton a chance, he was a nice guy.

"Babe, what's up?" Ashton asked sweetly, turning around in his seat. "Did someone say something to you?"

I looked up from my desk, and to Ashton's concerned eyes. I shook my head, "I-I'm fine." I said quietly, minding Niall sat beside me.

"What shitface said something to my princess?" Ashton asked, his jaw clenching.

"I-It's just C-Calum, he's b-been ignoring m-me." I told Ashton, picking up my bag and getting a pen. We did have a worksheet to finish after all.

"Why?" Ashton practically growled.

"B-Because o-of you." I said, even quieter. "Because of M-Mali."

Ashton rolled his eyes, "He's being stupid, I'll have a talk to him." Ashton turned his chair all the way around to me, and gave me a sigh and a smile. "Now lets get this work done."

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It was nearly the end of the day and I walking from my Art class with Michael when I heard chanting and shouting. Then I heard Ashton yell.

"I'm going to fuck you up!"

I looked to Michael in shock before I ran down the stairs with Michael in tow. I ran until I found the source of the cheering but there were so many people and god, I hated being smaller than nearly everyone. I groaned and grabbed Michael's hand before I pushed through the crowd, until I was at the front.

And there was Ashton holding Calum by his collar against the lockers. Calum had a bloodied nose and a split lip, and his feet were dangling in the air and oh god, what the fuck was happening?

I let go of Michael's hand and stormed forward. I grabbed at Ashton's arm and pulled him away from Calum. "Ashton! Let him the fuck go!" I yelled, my stutter going due to the boiling anger in my chest.

Ashton saw me and suddenly dropped Calum, making Michael run over to him. I stared at Ashton angrily and he had on a hard face full of rage, this wasn't Ashton.

This was the Ashton that made people run if they bumped into him in the corridor.

My Ashton, the one who took me to the fun fair and kissed me on the swings, with fireworks everywhere. The one who called me princess and beautiful and kitten--my Ashton was loving and cute with nice thighs and a cute giggle.

Not the one with a crease between his brows and bright red lips. Messy hair and dilated pupils.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my bestfriend!" I yelled at Ashton, pushing at his chest angrily.

"Baby, calm down." Ashton grabbed my wrists.

"No I won't fucking calm down! You were hurting him! You asshole!"

People started to leave quickly then and Ashton's face grew red. "I was doing it for you, Luke." Ashton said, semi-calm. His neck veins were protruding against his skin and god they looked like they could pop.

"How the fuck was that for me?" I hissed, ripping my hands from his hold.

"You said Calum was ignoring you so I was gonna knock some sense in to him." Ashton said.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Can you just go away, I'm going to clean up my friend."

"I don't get a thanks?" Ashton asked making me scoff.

"Fuck no." I said, and finally went over to my bestfriends. Michael held Calum's head and was stroking his cheek lovingly. "A-Are you g-guys o-okay?" I asked. I heard Ashton leave, as I hugged Calum.

"I fucking hate your boyfriend." Calum sneered making me sigh quietly.

I ignored the 'boyfriend' thing and sighed, whispering, "I-I do t-too."

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When I got home I tried calling Ashton but he wouldn't pick up. I texted him, and he wouldn't reply. I even texted Niall but Niall had replied with a photo of Ashton lying on his sofa, with a bottle of vodka on his stomach.

I changed out of my clothes and instead decided to have a shower. I turned on the water and while waiting I sorted out my music. I put on my playlist of my favourite people before testing the water and once it was okay, I got in.

I stood under the water, just letting the water cover me. I washed myself with the honey scented bath bubbles I had and washed my hair, smelling like vanilla.

I looked down at my wrists and thighs and sighed at all of the scars, and healing scabs. God, my body was so ugly. How could Ashton even like me? I didn't even know why he liked me, or still liked me.

I wouldn't like me either.

I got out of the shower and ignored the way my dad's old razor sat on the sink and instead went to my room and got changed, curling up and falling asleep.

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bad boy Ashton is making an appearance and will a bit more from now on

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