We're Just Different (One Direction/5SoS superhero fanfic)

Chapter 39

This song refers to Nash and Amber, tell me it's not totally perfect. I dare you.

Ashton vs Nash

Chapter 39-

'She's an American beauty

I'm an American psycho

She's an American beauty

I'm an American

I'm an American

American Psycho

(Whoa whoa whoa)

I'm an American

I'm an American

I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho

(Whoa whoa whoa)

I'm an American

I'm an American

I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho'

-American Beauty/American Psycho-(Fall Out Boy)

§•Ashton's POV of fight•§

"So Nash, are you ready to be engulfed in pain?" I ask cockily. I know, I really shouldn't be cocky.

"If you'll be able to remember why we're fighting." Nash grins. See, he's even cockier than me!

"Well if you're sure." I shrug. He raises an eyebrow at me. I swing at him, hitting him in the jaw. He stumbles backwards, holding his jaw.

"Ow!" Nash exclaims.

"Sorry did I hurt your precious face?" I ask him.

"I was supposed to film a parody with Bart later!" Nash exclaims.

"Did you actually tell him you'd be able to help him later?" I ask.

"Well, it was obvious I was gonna win." Nash shrugs.

I swing at him again, but he puts his arms up to block my fist. I end up missing when he jumps back. I am suddenly very confused as to where I am. Why the hell am I at a run down airport? Oh yeah! Super powers, California, the lads. Oh and a super dick standing in front of me. Actually, that would be really weird. I launch myself at Nash, and tackle him to the ground face first. I start punching him everywhere I can. I stand up, pull Nash up, and knee him in the stomach. I suddenly feel a burning sensation on my foot, and kick Nash far away. That arse was trying to put a hole through my foot! I duplicate myself a few times, and have one of me approach him.

"Get up." I make that duplicate say.

"Shit, I forgot about this..." Nash trails off, wearily standing up.

"Oh, that's something you probably shouldn't have done." I grin.

"Just come at me already, you're giving me a headache."

"You're existence gives me a headache, so maybe I'll end it." I smirk. I have a few of my duplicates start circling him, and have them start closing in.

"Is it too late for sorry?" Nash asks, watching each duplicate that passes him.

"Very." I smirk. I jump into the closing circle, and stop once I'm at his backside.

"I'll give you one chance to plasma beam one of your choice." I have a duplicate say.

"Thanks." Nash says flatly. He rotates in a circle a few times, before stopping on the duplicate to my right.