Perfect From Afar

5

•Luke's POV•

I stare in shock as I see Ashton drinking a flute of champagne. I can't move. I never really got to hear his family life story but who would think he was rich?! I mean, look at his clothes, I wear nicer clothes than that. And his car isn't the nicest either.

Amelia laughs at my shocked expression. "Yeah, he is forced to go to all of these like me, he just hasn't gone in a while." She shrugs, takes my hand, and we walk along. We both avoid eye contact with Ashton and within one step from the door we are in a deep conversation about who I am and who I want to be. After that, Amelia drifts off to get drinks and the last I see of her she's talking to some old guy with a Rolex.

Someone taps on my shoulder and I shudder and turn around. It's Ashton. "Are you surprised to see me here?" He giggles and I chuckle while nodding.

We start talking about his family and how he hates being rich and I thought about how much he is like Amelia, why doesn't she like him?

After talking some more about the band, Amelia comes up behind me and hands me a champagne flute, I nod to thank her and she smiles sweetly.

"Ashton, may I talk to you?" She says as nice as she can but I sense the irritation in her voice. He agrees and I start to walk with them before she adds, "alone, sorry." I stay back worrying about Amelia but I keep my cool talking to rich doctors, CEOs, ect.
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•Amelia's POV•

I find a small, safe room to talk in and I drag Ash by the wrist into it. Ther are dark, hardwood floors and the room is painted a burgundy color. I grab two chairs from the stack in the back of the room and position them so they are facing each other. I gesture Ashton to sit and we both do.

"Did you tell Luke about our past?" I ask anxiously.

"Why would I? I want to be in this band just as much as you and I'm not going to screw it up," Ash replies.

I give out a sigh of relief. There is silence. "Hey, you know I'll never like you again," I say.

"I've realized," Ashton smoothly says. "What's up with you and Luke and you and Cal?"

"Cal is my best friend, he is caring unlike you. Luke? Well, sure, I like him in a different way than the rest of the band but I'm not sure about him. Plus, the lead singer dating the guitarist? Incomprehensible. Luke is sweet and I will not screw up any of these friendships with my girlish feelings."

I get up to leave and Ash grabs my wrist. "You do know I'm sorry right?" He asks.

I nod, take one swift step, and leave the room. Sur, he is sorry but he should't have done what he did.

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"Hey, what was that about? I was alone for half an hour. Thank G-d for my social skills, if this event were a year ago... this would be bad," Luke cheerily says.

"Glad you had fun! I have to go talk to some family friends but just chat with Ashton if you would like," I reply.

I'm in the middle of a conversation with Ms. Cherine (a young socialite whose family is very close with mine) when something catches my eye, or shall I say someone. Standing in the corner in a ACDC t-shirt is Ethan. Outraged, I politely excuse myself from the conversation and speed-walk to the corner where he is standing. I pull him to the same room Ash and I talked in, making sure no one recognized Ethan.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I yell. Clearly, he doesn't take "no" for an answer, he learned that from me when we were age ten.

"Just wanted to see my favorite sister holding up at this atrocious event," Ethan responds.

"I told you to leave me alone! Why can't you do that?" I'm now whisper-yelling.

"Because all the emails, texts, voicemails you sent me asked for an explanation and I'm here to answer them for you... just not here," he answers.

"Go to the house, I'll talk to you in 15 minutes. I have to say goodbye to people." I say.

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"Hey, we should leave and go to your place, watch a couple movies maybe... Sound like fun?" Luke asks.

"I'd love to but I can't, ask Ash to take you home. See you tomorrow at the party with the rest of the boys. Pick me up at 8:30 sharp."

I apologize to Ms.Cherine and tell my mom I don't feel so good. Walking back to my house is cold and lonely. Once I get to my room, Ethan is already sitting on my bed, looking at photos of me and my friends.

"Okay, talk."

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A/N:

AHHHH! I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR AGES! SOOO TODAY IS A VERY TOUGH DAY CONSIDERING ZAYN JUST LEFT 1D. IT'S REALLY SAD, I WAS BAWLING TODAY AND I WAS BAWLING WHEN EDITING THIS. I DID THIS CHAPTER ON MY LAPTOP ISNSTEAD OF MY PHONE... IS THE WRITING BETTER? IDK. SO TODAY IS THE WORST DAY LIKE EVER. What is really sad is people are cutting for Zayn. Like One Direction lost a great member but seriously? Self-harm and suicides are not the answer. When MCR broke up we cried, we didn't make a hashtag saying #cutformcr. This is stupid though, Zayn made the right choice for himself and I'm happy that he is happy even though I am dying on the inside. I will be crying a lot but not cutting myself... Sorry for this... So tell me... Better on laptop? I think yes.

-Livi